Damian walked into the woods past the ambulance where Stiles was waiting with his father. He began running. They had found clues about Lydia's whereabouts due to a call about a break into a vehicle and ran off to the ambulance. The ambulance's door was ripped open and the victim's body was drenched in blood and missing a liver. The lights were still flashing but there was no noise. Stiles stood there with his father waiting for his friend to come through. That was all he could do. Damian ran to catch up to Scott but by the time he did. Scott was being grabbed by the newly appointed Alpha and 'Lydia' who he had been following was just a random werewolf. A lone wolf. An Omega. He was strung up by some rope and a few men approached him. Damian hurried and hid while still being able to see. He could see and smell the fear oozing out of the werewolf who was immediately justifying himself when asked the reason he was in Beacon Hills. He listened a little closer the moment the old one spoke.
"Gentlemen, come a little closer and have a look at a rare sight," said the Argent senior. He then turned to the younger Argent and said, "Want to tell them what we've caught?"
"An Omega," he obliged. Damian smirked. A rare sight indeed. An Omega was usually not one by choice but was kicked out of a pack either because of betrayal or in more ruthless cases because they were too weak. He merged with the darkness, waiting for the next move. A sharp blade was drawn out of its sheath as its owner rambled on about the possibilities of how it could have become an Omega before the sword was being readied. Damian could see Scott struggling against Derek's hold to save the Omega but it was futile. The sword swung and cleaved the man in two. His guts hanging down from his torso and blood raining down onto the ground. Damian looked at the old man and rolled his eyes at the grandiose speech of how all must fall. He waited for both the hunters and the wolves to make their leave before he emerged and kneeled down at the body that was left over. He dipped his finger in the blood and licked it. He smiled once again. Everything was as it seemed. He grabbed the body parts and stashed it in a rubbish bag before walking to a designated spot he had already marked that had a shovel next to it. He began digging.
Stiles walked into school on Friday and immediately spotted Scott. He moved across the hall to get to him. Scott was gazing into his locker. Stiles looked at him sideways and waved his hand in front of him. Scott immediately came to his senses.
"Yeah Stiles," he said.
"What do you mean 'yeah Stiles'? Where were you last night? We found Lydia in the bushes," he rambled. Scott turned to Stiles and looked at him. ]
"Yeah I got your text. It was very revealing," smirked Scott. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"You didn't answer my question. Where were you?" he asked. Scott flashed back to last night. A seemingly innocent man was cut in half by Gerard and Mr Argent just stood there watching with his only retort being they had a code. He heard the old man talk about how he'd be hunting all werewolves down no matter what they did and he was dating his granddaughter.
"Thinking at home. Derek caught me and he tried to do what he always does," he lied. Scott couldn't get Stiles involved with this anymore than he had to. He wouldn't put his best friend and his only real father figure in the line of fire anymore. He had already done too much to him especially after what happened prom night. Stiles just shrugged and went down the hall with him. Stiles then saw a face that he wanted to get Scott to know. He hurried to him before the guy left his locker and gestured Scott to follow.
"Hey man. What's going on," smiled Stiles. Damian turned around and his lips curled. He replied,
"Nothing much, how are you?" Stiles then continued with the pleasantries before saying,
"Oh uh, Damian this is Scott McCall. Scott, this is Damian Drake." Scott then move to shake his hand and Damian obliged. They kept shaking each other's hand until it got a bit awkward.
"Nice to meet you, Scott."
"Same to you," he responded. Stiles smiled. The only two people he really got along with seemed to like each other. They all walked off to Math. Damian looked back at his locker for a second and ran back to grab his textbooks but spotted a kid with a black eye.
"Guys I'll be back with you soon. Just got to grab something else," shouted Damian. He went up to the blonde who looked up at him with a timidness that seemed to answer why he was black and blue. "Hey you okay," he asked. The kid nodded and began to move away. "I don't bite. My name is Damian. What's your?"
"Isaac," he responded. Damian nodded and then placed his hand on Isaac's shoulder who flinched at the touch.
"I just wanted to say that you shouldn't allow anyone to do that to you and if you need someone to deter whoever it was, gimme a call," He assured the teen as he handed him a piece of paper with number written on it. Isaac nodded with his eyes brimming with emotion but before he let any tears fall, he ran off to the bathroom. Damian grinned. He went off to Maths.
Damian woke to his phone ringing. He sat up groggily from his king sized bed with red and black decorative roses and crimson patterns all over his sheets and stood up to grab his phone that was on the desk. He let it ring a few times and then picked it up.
"Hello, who is it?" he mumbled. All he could hear was breathing before a whisper.
"Did you mean it? What you said earlier?"
"Isaac? Of course I meant it. Why would I lie to you?" reassured Damian. He paced across the wooden floor and grabbed some red wine.
"You're the only one who's asked, you know. Everyone else either doesn't know or pretends they don't. Why are you different?" Isaac asked.
"I was once someone like you. Abused, beaten, discarded. No one can make me like that again. Not even my own father," Damian stated. There was an audible gulp. Isaac paused and wondered how he could know. "If you're wondering how I figured it out, don't. I saw you at the graveyard. Hiding behind your father, not because he was safe but because you fear him. Then the way you reacted to my question as if you were trying to protect someone. Put two and two together and you get the answer," he concluded.
"How-can I become like you? Is there a way?" Isaac asked, almost begged.
"There is. If you are willing. There are pros and cons but I think the pros heavily outweigh the cons. If that sounds intriguing, meet me at the preserve," seduced Damian. Isaac paused once again before replying,
"Okay, I will."
Isaac walked into school after the weekend a new man. No bruise or a black eye holding him back. No need for any baggage. He strutted right down that hall and there was an immediate response. Hushed whispers spread across the air but he could hear them all. Murmurs of 'when did Isaac get so got' and talk of 'what happened to Isaac'. But he could care less about what they said. He was free. Free from their expectations. Free from his father. Isaac walked slightly faster. He shifted his shoulder so he could clear the guy walking opposite him. A loud thump echoed throughout the hall. The boy jumped up about to square up with Isaac.
"What the fuck is your problem," shouted the snobby voice that all recognised as Jackson. Isaac smirked before he spun around. He stared Jackson right down.
"Nothing. What ever do you mean?" he quipped. Jackson's began breathing heavily. "Are you going to do something or just breathe?" he asked. Jackson looked right at Isaac and was about to do something before Scott jumped in and hurriedly said,
"Hey hey, maybe not do this right outside of Coach's office. Wouldn't end well for anyone." Isaac smirked, turned and walked away. He had to get to class.
"You really don't remember anything," scoffed Allison to the strawberry blonde.
"They called it a fugue state. Which is basically them saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running around the woods naked for two days'. Personally I don't mind. I lost nine pounds," responded Lydia. Allison rolled her eyes and asked if she was ready.
"Oh please, it's not like my aunt is a serial killer," she said bluntly. Allison stood still for a while but then moved to open the door. It swung open and eyes fixed on the entrance as silence spread.
"I know I'm pretty but I am not that pretty," a voice spoke from behind the two girls. Lydia looked back and saw him. Eyes the colour of charcoal and yet had a sparkle to them unlike any other. A nose straight and angular. The face of the guy almost sang. His face absolutely devoid of any spots or acne that would be common amongst their peers. He was pale and yet colourful. His teeth on show as he grinned. Completely white. Elvish ears and thick lips. He was that pretty. "Hello, the name is Damian," he introduced himself. Lydia shut her jaw and said,
"Lydia Martin. You seem new. Let me show you around maybe." She smiled sweetly. Allison stared at Lydia trying to nudge her to remind her of something.
"There's no need. Stiles showed me around the school and he is going to show me around town," he said. Lydia squinted her eyes at him before replying,
"All the more I should. Stiles has no taste. At least not like I do." Damian offered his hand which Lydia took and shook.
"Maybe I will take you up on your offer but we need to get inside," he advised. Lydia nodded and turned on her heel and walked up with a confidence like no other. Allison followed her while Damian seemed to lag behind before entering the bathroom. They were just in time to see Isaac walk right past them and the crowd around Scott and Jackson disperse. Allison ran up to Scott.
"What happened?" she wondered. Scott looked at her and shook his head.
"Isaac got into a fight with Jackson for some reason," he answered. He then moved his head right to his ear and whispered,
"I smelled Isaac and he smells different. Completely different." Allison moved back and looked at Scott and he just nodded.
"So what he's like a werewolf," she asked. Scott shook his head once again.
"I don't know. I could barely smell him but his smell was different to a regular human's," he said. "He could be a werewolf but I don't know what he is. He could be Bigfoot for all I know," he replied, unsure. Lydia was just getting to Allison and looked at her and pointed to her watch.
"We have to get to class. Don't do anything stupid with Isaac, okay. At least do it with Stiles if you are," she told him. Scott was about to respond but Lydia almost dragged Allison away to get to their seats.
"Yeah... about Stiles," he said to no one in particular.
Damian stood right in the bathroom holding the door open waiting for Isaac. Once he was about to walk past, he grabbed him and pulled him into the bathroom.
"What do you think you are doing?" he asked with a dangerous glare aimed at the blonde. Isaac looked at him with confusion. "Do you think this gift is for getting even with stupid high school jocks. Stop drawing attention to yourself. Scott McCall has already sniffed out the fact that you are a supernatural," chastised the pale man. Isaac looked aggrieved. Damian took a deep breath before saying, "Look, all I'm saying is we have a lot of things to do and we don't need stupid teenagers sniffing around." Isaac nodded.
"So what's next for us then? I mean you can't have pulled me in a bathroom for that," he asked. A smirk came across Damian's face.
"You're smarter than you look. You're right. It's time to meet the new alpha, don't you think," he chuckled. Isaac furrowed his brow at him before just shrugging. Damian continued, "But let's just get through school first." They both walked out of the bathroom one after the other, Isaac following Damian's lead. They moved through the hall but were stopped by a pair of deputies.
"Hey we're looking for a kid name Isaac Lahey. Do you guys know where he is or his class?" they lazily inquired. Isaac stepped forward and the deputies called for the sheriff. Sheriff Stilinski trudged down to the group and stress was visible in his face and in every action he took. He stopped and told the deputies to leave them alone.
"Hey kid. Maybe we should have this talk alone, alright," he muttered.
"Whatever you wanna tell me, you can tell him," defended Isaac. The sheriff sighed before gesturing for them both to go in to the principal's office. He walked around the table and dropped himself down on the leather seat and rubbed his head with one hand and told them to sit down. He breathed in and out for a while before locking eyes with Isaac.
"Where were you last night Isaac? Around the time 7pm to 9pm," he probed. Damian began to look intrigued.
"I was at Damian's for the whole weekend, why?" he probed in response. Stilinski took some more deep breaths before resuming,
"I'm sorry to say Isaac but your father was killed last night. I'm sorry for your loss, son," he said with each word looking harder to pronounce as he went on. Damian's eyes narrowed. Isaac froze. His whole body began heating up. His mouth dried up and his eyes began to water. Damian just placed his hand on Isaac's shoulder and the Sheriff saw it as his que to leave the room. Damian tried to look at Isaac's eyes but he kept avoiding eye contact. The room was silent outside of whimpers and the sound of tears dropping from eyes. Isaac couldn't look at anyone. He hated his father but he was still his father. There was once a time he hoped they could become a family again but now that chance was ripped right away from him. The sound of his whimpers and intensified and he began shaking. Damian lifted Isaac up by force and made him look up. His eyes stained with tears and his nose was full of snot. His eyes met Damian's and Damian pulled him into a hug. They stayed like that for a while before separating.
"Thank you," Isaac said. Damian tilted his head, puzzled. "For being here for me," he answered preemptively. Damian nodded.
"I wouldn't abandon you. After all, we have more in common now," he joked. A chuckle escaped Isaac's mouth. They walked out of the office but before they went to class, Damian stopped. "Are you sure you're going to be alright? Relatively of course," he asked
"I think I will be," he assured Damian. Damian patted him on the back as they went off to class.