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six: Halloween came early

"THEY'RE COMING BACK WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME TO TALK," DEATON SAID AS HE GRABBED SUPPLIES OFF A TABLE.

The twins watched the vet with confused eyes and many unasked questions. Scott could stand on his own now but still leaned against the table, Rowan stood on his left holding his arm comfortingly.

None of them had talked about the fact that there was a body laying on the animal examination table.

"What is that?" Scott asked as Deaton poured a clear solution onto some cotton wools.

"Rubbing alcohol, you don't want it getting infected do you?" Deaton raised a brow as he bent down to help disinfect Scott's wounds.

Scott hissed softly and Rowan rubbed his arm soothingly with a small frown.

"You'll heal the same, but not as quickly because of Derek," Deaton said as he started to pull out bandages.

"How do you know all this?" Scott winced.

"How do you know about anything?" Rowan asked as she shook her head. Rowan had probably known Deaton as long as Scott had.

The man was always kind to her and let her into the clinic whenever Scott was working. If she wasn't caught up with school or work at the hospital she would pop by and visit Scott, Deaton never had a problem with it.

The fact that Deaton knew anything at all about this side of Beacon Hills was unnerving.

"It's a long story, what I can tell you is I know about your kind. Your kind, I can help. This..." Deaton trailed off as they all looked towards the body lying lifelessly on the table.

Gigantic, deep scratches ran down the whole stretch of the man's upper body on both sides of his chest. The cuts weren't done by a werewolf, whatever did this had humongous claws made to kill.

"This is something different."

"Do you know who did it?" Rowan frowned as they turned back to face the man.

"No, but the Argents will. And this is the crucial part: they'll have some kind of record or a book. With descriptions, histories, notations of all the things they've discovered." Deaton told the teenagers frantically.

"What- all the things?" Scott's eyes widened.

"Exactly how many different things are out there?" Rowan asked incredulously. Rowan wasn't sure how much supernatural she could take.

The sounds of tires screeching caused all of them to look up wide-eyed and the twins quickly bolted to the clinic storage room.

They each hid on one side of the door and Rowan quickly locked it just in case. They watched each other silently from across the small room and listened to the sound of footsteps entering the room were heard.

"Im starting to think I need a more prominent "closed" sign." Deaton drawled. They heard the shuffle of food steps before a voice they knew too well was heard.

"Hello, Alan. It's been a while" Gerard greeted. Rowan and Scott looked at each other wide-eyed as Rowan watched as Gerard walked over to Deaton out of the small corner of her eye. She peeked through the window, careful not to be spotted.

"The last I heard, you had retired," Gerard said.

"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct." Deaton stared.

"In case you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours." Chris Argent finally spoke up.

"I did, and I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his fingertips. So don't think ill be swayed by your philosophy just because I'm willing to answer a few questions." Deaton said.