I had everyone's attention.
"I'll start with our werewolves. We are either born or bitten, but if you are bitten, there's a chance you could die. The perks are strength, speed, heightened smell and hearing. I can hear all of your heartbeats and tell the thoughts you have from the emotions your scents radiate." I stared at Damon as I spoke. "We are what my friend once called classic werewolves. The Halloween kind."
I let my eyes glow for emphasis.Jeremy's jaw dropped. "Woah. Cool..." he breathed. I grinned at him, returning to normal.
"You can tell the status of a wolf from his eyes. Gold means pure and innocent, a beta. Red is the strength and authority of an alpha, and blue is the sad and lonely colour of a wandering omega. A wolf's eyes turn blue when they've taken the life of an innocent."
I again let my eyes glow, but kept my other traits at bay. "A scratch from an alpha's claws hurt like a bitch to a beta or omega, and take the longest to heal. We heal quickly, faster than anything on this earth."
I scanned the room for something sharp. My eyes fell on a broken alcohol bottle, and I sped over, grabbed it, and sat back down. "For example," I held up my hand and the shard, digging the glass slowly and deliberately through my skin. Blood dripped, but I smirked as the wound healed as fast as it appeared. Everyone looked awed.
"Faster than a vampire." Ric commented. Damon scowled at him. "Yep. I love it." I grinned.
"The only time most of us are completely out of control is the full moon. Most of us can kill thousands in the one night alone."
I bitterly thought of the famous Hale family and their control on the full moon. "Do you have control?" Jenna asked.
I nodded proudly. "I learned full control within a year. My friend Cameron taught me before he was brutally executed by the twin alphas who killed the first alpha."
I saw the sneering face of one twin flash behind my eyelids. "I'm sorry." Elena whispered sympathetic. I suddenly felt dizzy. "Theo?" It was Stefan. I put my head in my hands. "Look outside." Bonnie said sharply. I slowly looked, and I trembled at the sight of the full moon. "Damn it was marked on my calendar..." I breathed. "Alright. I'm taking you upstairs to your room." Stefan said, and I was knocked off my feet.
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Raeken? Salvatore
FanfictionTheo is the son of Stefan Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson. He's feared and devious, but he is a different person underneath the facade.