Mates (Derek Hale Love Story)

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*Sorry Guys I haven't updated, I've had like three tests this week and it's also the end of the week before spring break (updates next week for sure) I've just been so busy with writing this story and two others. I'm writing a Walking Dead Daryl Dixon story, though it won't be published for a while. But I'm back for a week and I hope you like this chapter.*

"You're saying this started a few months ago, after your mother found out?" Deaton asked has I explained my situation.

"Before, I was having this bad feeling and then the night she found out...... I screamed." I said leaning on the examination table.

"Mmm. Very odd. Have you heard of the legend of the Hybrid?" Deaton asked walking over with a coin in his hand.

"Ummmm.....I've heard of hybrids, but not of a legend." I said has he sat down the coin. It had the face of a wolf, but the features of a vampire.

"Rumors say that their was once a werewolf, one of the firsts, they wanted power and nothing but power. It was during the black plague and he was becoming weak. He lived by having power. He went into the mountains looking for a god that would save him." He said leaving the coin and going over to his tools

"What happened to him?" I asked looking confused.

"He found someone. The man gave him the power, his power, and he turned into a creature so vile and evil that the remaining people in Europe thought it was his fault, that he was the antichrist that had brought this plague to the once great land. And they killed him." Deaton said looking back at me.

"How does this have to do with me?" I asked getting more confused.

"He didn't die, he hid and created his own race. A race of hybrids that ruled lands for years. Then hunters came and killed most of them. It's rare to find them, most are made, but their are few that are born that way." He said handing me the coin and it light up like a burnt orange color.

"How are they born that way?" I asked looking at the glowing coin in my hand.

"Some cultures believe that the hybrids were a gift by their god. When a alpha of any race has kept to their word, their word of protection, helpfulness, the way an alpha should act. One child of theirs will receive this gift. I only know one who has received this gift." Deaton said looking at the bright colors in my hand.

"You are one, being a banshee is very common to most who care the gene, it probably skipped you mom or dad and got past to you. Now when Peter bit you, the bite took and that got your banshee side to wake. Most banshee's don't know what they are till someone important to them dies a supernatural way, most of the time." Deaton said has I sat the coin down and the color went away.

"Do you know any other hybirds? Like the born hybrid you talked about?" I asked standing up straight. He looked up at me and nodded. I turned around and walked out, but stopped has Deaton spoke up.

"I would ask your mate, he can tell you." He said has I nodded and walked out of the clinic.

"Dad why are we at the police station? And why am I even here?" I asked has I walked behind my dad into the police station. He turned around and looked at me.