From Prey To Predator (A Teen Wolf Saga)

Chapter One: Werewolf

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The Nemeton has been said to be a beacon for supernatural creatures hidden among the town of Beacon Hills. Various creatures are lured by its inexplicable power without knowing exactly what draws their bodies and souls to the wild town. Ivy Shiova had some guidance from a stranger to this unheard of phenomena. Possibly a gift from God or more so, as she had been taught, a trap. Then again, she had conditioned herself to survive whatever was thrown her way. The prominent scars scattered along her alabaster skin and less than trusting personality proved it. 

    Ivy had taken a seat on an uncomfortable bar stool a couple empty spaces away from two older males jabbering on like mad men. They had been there a great deal older than her, as she identified by the silver fox slurring about Werewolves and Druids. She had tossed her fake ID to the bartender about thirty minutes prior, needing a much deserved drink after her most recent kill. She had chosen the identity whose picture matched her current description best. Angelica O'Brien and her shared the same dark hair, heart shaped face, and supple lips. The differences were not so apparent that any bartender refused to soothe her nerves after a long night but the similarities were not close enough to warrant Ivy to stay this particular identity for too long. No matter how terrible the creature or deserving of the death, Ivy always needed a Vodka-Tonic, with two lime wedges, to keep her calm on the surface. Accompanying  her usual cocktail she always ordered a shot of the most expensive liquor in house. A drink to mourn the departed soul.

    The silver fox had made a home on a bar stool for the evening with what seemed to be an acquittance if not a friend. He steadied his crystal blue eyes on his joiner and spoke under his breath. "You see Druids picked a large, older tree in a grove to represent the center of the world. There were some that believed cutting or harming this tree would bring severe problems like fires, plagues, strife, death and destruction of all kinds' to surrounding villages."

    "And did it?" The man's wide eyed friend asked excitedly.

    "It did." It was as if the man read from a script. Obviously this had not been the first time he told this particular story. "Until it was cut down sometime in 1943. By destroying the tree it's strength died along with it, so everyone believed... But that evil," the man's words shook angrily. "That evil thing had it's power restored when a young and naive Werewolf killed his girlfriend among it's roots."

    This had been the fifth time the inebriated man had mentioned Werewolves since Ivy had arrived. At one point the attractive man had claimed to be a Werewolf Hunter. She had concluded that A.) he was either mad or  B.) belonged to the same crazed world she did. A world she was actually starting to become infamous in. It would have been insane to believe there was a world where Banshees, Sirens, and Grigori existed, but Ivy had faced these types of creatures and much more. Yet she had not stumbled upon a single Werewolf in her known years as a supernatural being or as a hunter. She had heard the legend of the man who turns into a beast every full moon as the rest of the world had but unlike most she was able to get her hands on more in depth, truthful information. If she could meet another mythical species, better yet learn how to successfully hunt another species then maybe this man should not be dismissed so easily.

     Ivy tucked her silky, long hair behind her ear, eager to hear what more this mad man had to say. "You remember my daughter Allison right?" The man was choking on his words and his haunted eyes were becoming glassy.

    His mournful friend nodded his head and he reached for the saddened man's hand. "Of course I do."

    "Well Allison, Scott who was her Werewolf boyfriend and their friend Stiles performed this Druid ritual on The Nemeton giving it this insane amount of power but it all started with Derek Hale when he killed his girlfriend at the tree's roots. He was the one who returned the power back to it originally... I should have killed him when I had the chance. Maybe if I did my daugther would still be--." The man had lost his words, choking on the tears bubbling in his throat. 

    The silver fox's friend patted his back and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Today is the anniverary of your daughter's death, isn't it Argent?"

    "I just miss her so much," the man began to sob.

    A father's tears was enough motivation for Ivy to slug back her drink and pop off her stool. As her foot steps started to drift away from the bar a bartender shouted about her unpaid tab.

    "Where the hell do you think you're going," he called out, slamming his open palms on the bar top.

    Ivy slunk back over, batting her thick eyelashes. Her fingertips grazed the man's hand, slowly clasping her entire hand over his. A light golden glow, invisible to anyone without their own supernatural gifts, radiated from her palm. "Are you sure this isn't on the house?"

    The anger vanished and was replaced by uncontrollable devotion to the female skipping out on her bill. "Anything for you," the bartender replied dreamily.

    Ivy flashed a wicked smile and twisted her back. "That's what I thought."

    It was time to say goodbye to the town Ivy had barely gotten to know. This was not unusual. One, maybe two kills per town before a new location popped up on her radar. A dead body to be left behind with now an old identity.

Farewell Thomas Johnson and Angelica O'Brien, Ivy thought to herself.

She had a new playground to find as well as her next target...and that target's name was Derek Hale.

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Supernatural Encyclopedia (Chapter One)

Banshees: a female usually seen as an omen of death. They hear voices in their head, and often this leads them subconsciously to murder scenes. They sometimes write or draw messages from the voices.

Grigori: one of the highest choir of angels, also known as "watcher angels".

The Nemeton: a magical tree stump in Beacon Hills.

Sirens: mythological creatures who are said to be beautiful but dangerous. They lure men by the sound of their voice.

Werewolf: a shape shifter who shifts from a human to a bipedal wolf-like creature with increased body hair, fangs, glowing eyes. They have heightened smell, hearing, and speed.

Werewolf Hunter: an organization dedicated to hunt werewolves.

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Now onward to Chapter Two!!!!