Forever and Always (Sciles)

Scott POV

Tristan and I move away from Beacon Hills, both of us agreeing that it'll allow us to get stronger without the fear of the pack or Tristan's sister ever finding us or following us. Tristan uses his powers to transport us to the beach through a portal. I am looking forward to learning how to do that. Tristan and I walk towards the water. I look out the ocean, feeling a pull to it that I never have before.

"I'll take you down to a place that I live from time to time. It'll be a great place to practice your new powers and skills that come with being a siren and a supernatural oceanic creature." Tristan tells me with a soft smile.

"That sounds great. What will happen then?" I reply with an evil smile of my own. I can't wait to cause chaos, strife and pain for all those pathetic land dwellers. "Once you have mastered your powers, we can give them a real test run back in Beacon Hills for a bit before we pick up our next victim on the next full moon. Maybe you can help me choose who should be converted next. Besides, I'm sure Macy, Kara and Stiles would be just delighted to see us return." Tristan replies in a smooth and gentle voice.

"Very true." I giggle mischievously.

"Ignore what Stiles said, Scott. I know you're going to love this new life as a siren. You will have more power and freedom than you could ever imagine. Stiles was always holding you back." Tristan tells me in a serious voice.

"I know. I can see that now." I reply in the same serious tone.

"Okay, so, first thing's first. You gotta know how to use your tail. Are you ready to test the waters?" Tristan asks me curiously. "Of course I am." I reply eagerly.

"Great. Then let's get going, Scott. Follow me." Tristan smiles before racing to the water and dives beneath the waves. I hesitate for the slightest fraction of a second before I also start running towards the water. There's no going back now. This is me and this is who I want to be. I grin to myself as I dive beneath the waves. I feel my legs start to fuse together and I look down to see a tail grow in place of my legs. My skin seems even more pale and I can feel things growing on the sides of my neck. I'm assuming that they are gills. I give my tail a quick flick, pleased to see that I can see clearly underwater. Everything seems so quiet and calm down here too. "Are you ready, Scott?" Tristan asks as he floats back into view. He looks different, yet still the same as he did when he was in human form. His eyes are now midnight black, his ears are slightly pointed, his teeth are sharp, his skin is pale and his hair is dark and he has a shimmering black tail with spikes running down the back of it, looking like it could draw blood easily. I'm sure my tail looks the same. I look down at my own deadly black tail with pride, feeling ready ready to cause destruction and chaos and feed off people's lost dreams and hopes once he lures them into a trap where they would drown.

"As ready as I'll ever be, Tristan." I reply with excitement. Tristan grins at me and starts turning around.

"Come on then. Let's go. Just follow my lead." Tristan tells me as he swims away. I watch his tail's movement and try to replicate it. I seem to pick it up quite quickly. I swim alongside Tristan as we swim further out into the ocean. "Wow, Scott. You're picking this up fast. I'm impressed." Tristan compliments me.

"Thank you." I reply with a pleased smile.

"You're going to make a great siren, Scott. I know it. From the moment I saw you, I saw the potential in you." Tristan tells me proudly. Despite the fact that all of my emotions are numbed down to practically nothing now, I feel a slight ache in my heart. A small part of me can't believe that this happened. That part of me doesn't want to see my reflection, to see my pitch black eyes or pointed teeth or any other defining siren features. That part of me knows that I don't really belong here, but it's too late now. I'm a siren and this is my life. I am planning to live it the best that I can. I am going to embrace this darkness with open arms.