"Once upon a time, I was just your average girl in beacon hills. But now, I'm nothing more than a monster"
"Jackson's a joke compared to me"
𝗘𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿: 𝗔 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲
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"they're coming back so we don't have much time to talk"
"Who?" I asked him.
Deaton rushed around frantically as he poured a liquid onto something for Scott. "You'll see"
"What is that?" Scott questioned looking at it nervously.
"Rubbing alcohol. You don't want it to get infected do you?" The vet asked as Scott shook his head. "You'll heal the same just not as quickly because of Derek" He explained as Scott grunted in pain as Deaton held the rubbing alcohol on Scott's wound.
"Okay how do you know all this? Actually how do you know anything?" The boy asked him in confusion.
"It's a long story. What I can tell you is that I know all about your kind." He said before glancing to me. "Not so much yours"
"Great" I said as I looked over my shoulder out the door, nobody was here yet.
"Your kind I can help" Deaton told Scott as he bit off some tape before sticking the plaster with rubbing alcohol onto Scott. "This...This is something different" Me and Scott followed his gaze to the body laying on the desk. The deep, bloody gashes sliced right down its body was no work of a werewolf, or a vampire for that matter. There was a new supernatural in town.
"Jeez...I think I'm gonna be sick" I said taking a gulp.
"Don't you drink blood to survive?" Scott queried as he pinched his brows together.
"Yup... but that makes me want to be sick even more than I want to feed on it"
"Well, uh do you know what did it?" Scott stammered from beside me.
"No but the Argents will and this is the crucial part. They'll have some kind of record or book, it'll have descriptions, histories, notations on all the things they've discovered" Deaton said as he fumbled around with his hands as he explained quickly.
Scott's mouth parted as he stared at the man, "Uh.. All the things?"
"Hold up can we go back a minute. The Argents? How-" I questioned. Deaton modded.
"Wait how many different things are there?" Scott said cutting me off. Just then car doors sounded from outside as we all glanced out the door before looking back at one another. Scott and I were both shoved into hiding as Deaton began examining the body.
"I think I need to but a more prominent 'closed' sign" The man told Chris. But then someone walked through the door behind my biological father. Gerard Argent.
"Hello Alan" He said as he made his way in while Deaton took a step back as his eyes fed upon the man. "It's been a while. Last I heard, you had retired."
"Last I heard, you followed a code of conduct" Deaton shot back.
"If you hadn't noticed this body is one of ours" Chris reasoned.
