The Argent Twins

The school day soon pass by real quickly. They student body was currently in the cafeteria eating lunch. The pack was at their usual table chatting over their most recent development. The twins seem to be one of their most popular topics.

“She is just so beautiful, you should’ve seen her,” Scott proclaim as the others roll their eyes in either fondness or annoyance.

Choosing to speak for everybody, Boyd said, “Well Scott, it’s nice to see you take an interest in somebody, but you can seriously take it down a notch.”

“Well, I think it’s kind of adorable that Scott is crushing on somebody,” Kira said. “It’s quite endearing.”

“Well it is also kind of nauseating,” Jackson snorts.

“I second that,” Malia said as she pick at her spaghetti.

Before Scott can defend himself from further embarrassment, he caught a scent and look around for it. The scent was sweet yet spicy, a great enticing mix. His eyes soon came upon the new twin students. Despite the offers made here and there by the students to sit with them, the twins chose to sit at an isolated table.

Scott knew it was against everything he does, but he couldn’t help but listen in on the twins’ conversation. If anything the others were doing the same thing.

“Why are we here again?” Stiles asks as he pulls out a dark hard cover book from his bag. “It’s so strange.”

“You know why, Stiles,” his sister answers. “And plus this can be a better way to integrate into society. We can finally be normal.”

“If you say so.”

The group of supernaturals decided to tune out to give them their privacy. It was obvious Stiles didn’t really wanted to be here. Isaac’s eyes linger on the two before turning back to the pack. Lydia was obviously the most impatient at what was going on.

“So what were they saying?”

“Oh, just your average teenage angst,” Erica answers in a bored tone. “More Stiles than Allison, anyways.”

“What the hell’s a ‘Stiles’?” Jackson asks incredulously.

“I think that would be his name,” Liam answers unsurely. He turns to his right when he notices his best friend particularly quiet. “Hey, man what’s up?”

“Huh, what?” the dark skin kid stumbles. When he saw Liam’s questioning look, he told him, “Nothing.” Apparently the young blond wasn’t going to let it go. He continues to stare at his best friend until Mason crack. “Fine, it’s just that something doesn’t feel right. My spark feels so out of tune. It’s almost like some kind of magical disruption in the flow of the air. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Well don’t stress yourself over it.” Liam places a comforting hand onto his best friend. “When you figure it, though, don’t feel afraid to say anything. Alright?”

“You got it, dude.” As they finish their conversation the bell rings for their next period. The pack got up from their seats and disperse.

Since Mason had a free period and Liam has P.E., Mason had the blond wolf go leave first while he collected his books from his locker. He had only got to his locker when he felt a strange presence in the lone hallway.

When Mason look up, he saw the two new students making their way down the hallway. In his direction. The younger quickly open his locker and made it seem like he was too busy to be noticed. As he slowly switches his books around, he heard the two sets of footsteps stopping right behind him. Frozen in fear Mason almost miss the soft voice that spoke out to him.

“Excuse me?” For a brief moment Mason thought he had heard that voice before, but he couldn’t place a finger on it. “Mason Hewitt?”

Now that got his attention. Turning on the balls of his feet, he finally saw the two newbies up close. They were both staring at him with questioning looks as the girl – Allison, he reminded himself – held out a book to him. “We happen to see you drop this book on your way out of the cafeteria. We just wanted to return it.”

“Oh, uh, um – yeah. Yeah. Thank you… um?” he didn’t know how to continue this conversation when two beautiful people stood in front of him, and he is in a group full of Greek-statue-esque werewolves. Plus a goddess banshee. And foxy kitsune.

“Allison,” she replies with a dimple smile, “and this is my brother, Stiles.”

“Hey, man,” Stiles greeted with dimple smile of his own, just like his sister. “What an interesting book to read by the way. I couldn’t help but glance in to see. My bad.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Anyways I have to go,” Mason replies as he closed his lockers. “It was nice meeting you two. I’ll see you around.” As he began to walk away, he was stop by Stiles.

“Hey, Mason, your book?” At the younger’s dumbfounded look he finally realized that he hadn’t actually take the book back.

“Right, I’m so sorry. My brain can be in the clouds sometimes.”

“Hey, no worries. Here ya go.”

As Mason reaches out to retrieve the book, he could’ve sworn that he saw a red aura-like thing cloud over his book before he blink. Then it was gone. Once he retracted the book towards his chest he watch as the twins gave him one last smile before walking away from him.

When he was sure the two were out of sight he channeled his spark into casting a vision. Mason has learned many things when he discovered his spark about a year ago. He could make powerful blast, channel the elements, manipulate mountain ash, but he was mostly powerful in clairvoyance. So when his summoning backfires, he couldn’t help but wonder why he couldn’t see the twins, both of whom touch the book and should’ve left a signature of some sort.

“Weird indeed,” he mumbles to himself.

Closing the doors behind them, the twins sat down in the empty classroom before they began to talk. “Man, I screwed up!” Stiles exclaimed as he place his head facedown in his hand.

“Hey, give yourself some credit. You’re still new to your powers,” Allison said as she place a comforting hand onto his shoulder. “You’ll get the hang of it in no time. For now we have to keep pretending. Once this is all over, we can finally see her again. Mom needs us right now. Just think of her and we’ll be fine.”

“Alright, mom needs us. I’ll remember that,” Stiles said with a deep sigh. They sat for a few moments in silent when the door suddenly open, revealing the father walking into the room. “What do you want, Adrian?” Stiles asks in annoyance.

“Well isn’t that a way to greet your father,” he stated in a sarcastic tone.

“What is it you need, Adrian?” Allison asks in a more civilize tone but her eyes were steel cold.

“Well, I need you two to carry out something for me,” he says as he walks to the front of the classroom, leaning against the teacher’s desk. “You see despite the destruction of the facility you came from, there is still one last lab with a branch from the Nemeton.”

“Okay, and why can’t you go to it yourself?” Stiles asks slightly interested.

“Oh, I’m going, it’s just that I need the two of you to do something for me.” When he saw that he had their full attention, he continues. “There’s a jar of sort. Engraved out of the same tree that gave you, you guys your powers. I need you to retrieve it because it contains information on how this stump of a tree really works.”

“Where do we go find this?” Allison asks as Stiles look a little pensive on this retrieval mission all together.

“It’s by the old Hale house. It is off out in the preserve. Find a burnt down house and you’re one step closer to helping your mother.” Walking slowly towards the siblings, he lean forwards on his arms and asks one more time. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Agent Harris,” the twins say in unison.