Wreak Havoc (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Introducing Erik

A/N: Disclaimer: THIS CHARACTER WAS CREATED BY @whatthechuckdude ON INSTAGRAM, AND MOST OF THIS CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN BY HIM. I have made some changes so it would fit the story better, but all creds does still go out to the amazing Levi :D

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A sign flew by them, so fast that Erik could barely catch what it said. The only thing he could read was "Beacon Hills". Some kid was holding his arms behind his back, twisted in an agonising angle that barely allowed him to move without pain shooting through his shoulder and down his back. The kid's claws dug into Erik's flesh and his eyes were glowing in anticipation, like he could barely stop himself from killing him right there. Typical werewolf, Erik thought. Ever since he joined the Coven, he had heard about these guys, the kids from Beacon Hills. They didn't seem very impressive now, escorting him into the city in a beat up, baby blue jeep. He could get out of there he thought, if he could just get his hands free...

He slowly started pulling his hands down, away from those disgusting claws, when the driver began speaking. "So, you're a witch?" It's another kid, maybe nineteen, that quickly glance at Erik through the rear view mirror, before focusing on the street again.

"Well, more of a wizard. Witches are typically female." The driver pauses, and then resumes: "Yeah, but like, anyone can be a witch right? You don't have to be anything special, you just flick your hands and stuff." For a second Erik considered just ignoring him, but then he realised that the werewolf's grip loosened, as he gained interest in the conversation.

"I can do all kinds of things, like basic levitation of things that way less than 200 pounds. I can knock someone out without touching them and heal every kind of wound or illness. I'm also basically impervious to age, which means that despite my good looks, I've lived for more than a century. More importantly to you, I can create life, death, love, hate and more in a bottle. Maybe there's a special someone in your life that I can help you with?"

The kid chuckled, pulling into a drive way and stopping the car.
"You could come join us in the coven if you wanted to. We always appreciate young blood and you wouldn't have to feel as useless next to your werewolf friends anymore. We could make you more powerful than any of them, in fact if we start now, I'm sure you'll become a grand wizard within a decade. You'll stay young and beautiful, together with everyone you want to keep alive. You'll no longer have to be dead weight."

For a second the car is completely silent, then Erik's arms were yanked up as the werewolf pulled him out of the car. The driver exited with them and came to a stop right in front of Erik, so that their noses would touch, if he was just a couple of inches taller. Erik smiled down at him, tempted to mess up his beautiful black hair, but the werewolf pulls him away before he can even finish the thought, and they enter a small house, that looks pretty much exactly like the one right next to it. The corridor they entered was decorated with family portraits, showing a mom and her son in varying ages. It was warm and welcoming, until they entered the livingroom where a bunch of other people were waiting. Erik felt his stomach dropping, as for the first time, and realised what deep shit he was in.

He was forced onto a chair, which his hands and feet were bound to. He could easily break out of his restraints, but even then he'd still have a bunch of angry teenagers waiting for him to do a wrong move, and he'd rather leave without having to fight. One of the kids stood infront of Erik, eyes narrowed and muscles strained.

"My name is Scott Mccall. This is Havoc, you might know her. Your coven cursed her and now we need you to make sure she stays alive. She dies, you die, understand?". Havoc was tall with dark hair falling over her skinny shoulders, paler than the moon and with bloodshot eyes. She looked sick. Then her smell hit Erik and he felt the blood rushing out of his face. The foul stink made his guts twist and he couldn't help but lean over, gagging.

"I'll never help a fucking vampire, for that I've been going around killing their kind for too long."

"I told you I've never met a witch who isn't an asshole" Havoc stumbled towards Erik and no one stopped her when she twisted his arm in an even worse position than Scott had done to him in the car, and Erik and Havoc ended up in some kind of glaring contest until Scott decided it was enough and grabbed her by her collar, pulling her back.

"What's your problem with Vampires anyways?", the driver asked Erik. He clenched his teeth, took a deep breath and then leaned back in his chair.

"Her kind killed my entire family, including me. The only reason I'm here, is because the coven found me and saved me with my last breath. That's why I'm alive and that's why I'm strong enough to be a wizard. The only thing that's been keeping me alive for this long is the rage that burns deep inside me."