Chapter One:
Old Biker Bar
Tijuana, Mexico
The night is young as old as women dance sensually on three different stages. The bar is fully stocked as every single biker has a good time throwing their money away on women, booze, and cigarettes. Someone enters the bar silently without drawing attention. It's Stiles. She has a large baby bump the size of a basketball. Everything seems to be normal with her. Stiles sits on the furthest side of the bar that is closes to the large wooden door. Two bikers see her from afar and approach her.
"Let's have some fun with her." A biker whispers to his buddy. Stiles only sighs as she listens to her surroundings with her vampire hearing. She can hear every beat of all thirty attendants' hearts, pumping sweet, warm, delicious blood through their veins. The men smell smoky with a hint of aged spice hidden beneath their dirty smell as if they haven't showered or brushed their teeth in months.
"Hello, honey." The biker with the Slash hairstyle greets Stiles.
"I'm anything, but sweet." Stiles is expressionless.
"I love a girl with a sharp tongue." His cliché biker buddy says.
"I'm just passing through for something to eat." Stiles turns to face them.
"Do you like sausage?" The cliché biker questions.
"I prefer something...sweet." Stiles smiles and before the questioning biker notices, her vampire fangs have sunk into his throat. She locks her jaws and yanks backward to rip the flesh from his neck. The biker panics, causing commotion within the bar. Everyone panics as guns are drawn. The skin around Stiles' face becomes pale. Her fangs are unnaturally sharpened as her gums pulse. Her body is on fire that is so blissful, it sends wave after wave of ecstasy down her spine. She needs more. More blood will cure her hunger. 'Must no waste! Too good to waste!' Is the only thing that repeats in Stiles' mind.
Then everything blacks out. There's nothing, but the sound of horrible screams of pain, flesh ripping and tearing, and bones crunching. Stiles snaps to her senses. She's standing in front of the door as she turns to see every single human lying dead. The bar is flooded with their blood and mangled flesh. Stiles is drenched in it. Blood and pieces of skin and meat seep from her lips.
Stiles exits the bar. BOOM! She jerks back and looks at her right shoulder. She's been shot. Her wound is not healing. Stiles looks forward to see a woman of average height, dark skinned, and has long raven hair. The woman is with five others and are armed with weapons. Stiles starts to feel dizzy as a cold sensation seeps deep through her veins. She drops heavily to the ground.
"I had to go through a lot of trouble finding you." The woman says.
"W-Who the fuck are you?" Stiles' voice is raspy and weakened.
"My name is Braeden." The woman says. "It finally nice to meet you." Braeden smiles. Everything blackens. Stiles' eyes are heavy with fatigue. She passes out unconscious into a pit of darkness. Stiles wants to fight, but she can't. She's out cold. Her will is gone.
(….)
Derek's Loft
Beacon Hills
Early Morning
Derek's body is dripping wet from the long shower he took. His body is only clothed in a towel, showing off his glistening and rippling muscles. Derek goes into his kitchen and grabs himself some peanut butter crackers and an apple. He fiddles with the plastic around the peanut butter crackers then stops. There's another scent in the air. A scent that is unfamiliar. It's sweet...too sweet with a hint of masculinity, Jean Paul Gautier cologne, and death. Derek turns to see Drake standing in his living room! Drake is dressed casually as usual. He looks good.
"Forgive me for the intrusion. This is quite the establish you got here." Drake says.
"Who the hell are you?" The hazel light in Derek's eyes is now replaced by a sea of crimson.
"My name is Drake Dagan." The elder vampire approaches Derek. Derek quirks an eyebrow at the memory of the name being given to him by Stiles. "I am the one who fell in love and turned Stiles into a vampire. Then you stole her with your precious bond and now, she is pregnant with your puppies." Drake chuckles at the end of the explanation. "Where is Stiles?"
"She's not here. Now, get the hell out of my loft before I cut your throat open." Derek threatens.
"I'm an old one. I can kill you before your muscles twitch." Drake bounces back. "But I am not here for a fight. You see, Stiles is being hunted by sisters. I thought she would be here with you. But apparently, she's not because I can smell her scent fading from your body."
"And why the hell would I let her see you if she was here? You turned her into a monster." Derek says.
"I gave her life." Drake corrects. "You and your pack broke her in more ways than one. She told me everything about how you said that her mother's death was her fault. That's a bit harsh. I loved her with all my heart and the only reason she fell in my arms was not because she loved my charms, good looks, and immortality...but it was because I wasn't afraid to tell her how I felt." This statement has Derek broken. He suppresses a whimper as he remembers how afraid he was of his feelings for Stiles. "I wanted to marry her and have children with her, but nope. You took her away."
"Stiles was my mate from the beginning. I just wanted to protect her from our world." The alpha stands his ground. "I love her, but I never wanted her to get hurt."
"And yet, you hurt her. You turned everyone against her." Drake speaks out.
"I made my mistakes." Derek quietly says and they pause for a beat. "And don't you have some sort of powerful vampire bond with her. After all, you're her maker."
"The mating bond between you two is more powerful than our bond. That is why I cannot feel her. The light in your heart...it's too strong." Drake pauses. "I guess I have to call in a friend." The vampire turns around while reaching for his cell phone in his right pocket. Derek sighs deeply and leaves to change. Not only he has to worry about one vampire, but now, the oldest family is coming. This is just too much. Drake puts the phone to his ear. It rings. Someone picks up.
"It's Drake. I need you to come to Beacon Hills, California." Drake doesn't bother greeting his friend. He's frustrated, but keeps calm. "I need a favor." A few seconds later, he hangs up and sighs heavily. His thoughts are the same as Derek. What else can go wrong?
(….)
Beacon Hills High School
Scott has arrived on his brand new Ducati. He parks his new bike and hurries inside the school. Isaac and the others have been ducking his calls. He still misses his best friend, Stiles. Stiles compelled the entire town to forget about her. Only Derek, his mother, Isaac, the Argents, Boyd, and him know of her existence. Boyd has left town along with Jackson. Jackson left to England while Boyd left to Oregon. Boyd is still broken over Erica's death while Jackson became bored with Beacon Hills. The only werewolves left are Scott, Derek, and Isaac.
Scott walks past the new girl named Kira. They have been getting closer than usual, but Scott is still with his girlfriend, Allison. However, Allison has been ducking him to hang out with Isaac. This frustrates him because he suspicious that they're going out behind his back. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions, but it's toying with his mind.
"Hey, Kira." Scott greets her.
"Hey, Scotty." Kira waves, closing her locker. "Did you finish Ms. Sommerfield's math homework?"
"Yeah, why?" Scott asks.
"I didn't. I just don't get it. I hate math." Kira's words make him laugh.
"It's not as hard as you think." The beta says. "Maybe we can study together sometime."
"That'll be awesome." Kira smiles happily.
"Kira, Scott." Kira's father and history teacher, Mr. Yukimura interrupts them. They turn their attention towards him. He has a serious, yet calming expression.
"Get to class, please." He says to them and they leave, going their separate ways.
Scott heads through the halls to get to class. That's when he stops. He hears moaning and the sound of lips touching. The scent of arousal is coming from two forms. And with the scent of arousal hitting his nose, he recognizes one being Allison's. His chest becomes heavy as a sharp, burning pain stabs his heart. Scott follows the scent until he reaches the boys' locker room. Allison's moans becomes louder in his ears. Scott enters the locker room. He sees Allison with someone pressed against her.
"Isaac." Allison gasps as he bites into her neck.
Scott goes around to see them. His eyes are wide is shock and heartbreak. Allison is pressed against the wall, grinding into Isaac as he suckles on the flesh of her throat. Her eyes open to see Scott standing far behind them. She panics and pushes Isaac away. Isaac turns to see Scott as well and fear festers inside his heart. Scott burns with anger. He can't control his wolf.
"S-Scott." Isaac stutters.
Before they can react, Isaac is pinned to the floor with Scott digging his claws into his torso over and over again. Scott has wolfed out with his eyes changing from gold to red and to gold again. He keeps slicing with blood spurting everywhere around them. Allison looks in horror. She rushes to stop him and touches Scott's shoulder. Scott spins and slaps his hand around her throat. He easily lifts her off her feet as if she's as heavy as a pillow. Allison gasps out with everything blackening. Scott's grip around her throat tightens. Blood forces it's way from Allison's lips.
"Scott...ah...ah...please stop." Allison wheezes out. She sees Isaac's body. He's not responding. There are deep slashes around his body that are not healing. She sees Scott's crimson eyes and her heart rate increases. He's an alpha! "S-Scott?!" Allison sobs.
Scott isn't letting go. Suddenly, he's hit with something. It's an electrical charge from a kunai. Allison and Scott drops to the ground. Scott is unconscious along with Isaac. The kunai has pierced the right part of his abdomen. It came from Kira! Her eyes are radiant with electric gold. Allison coughs up a massive amount of blood, but she's okay. She just needs a second to get herself together.
"How the hell did this happen?" Kira approaches Allison and helps her.
"What the hell..." Allison's voice is croaked.
"I'm a Kitsune." Kira tells her. "I heard the commotion and came here."
"Deaton. Call Deaton." Allison coughs out. She hands Kira her phone in tears. Scott has become an alpha just because of her betrayal. He lost control. Allison feels horrible for what she's done. Scott is still unconscious. Maybe Deaton can explain what went wrong with his eyes. What else can go wrong?
(….)
The Old Hale Manor
Construction Site
Derek watches the construction workers tear down his old home. He was hoping to rebuild it someday, but he couldn't afford to save it. Yes, he has a big inheritance from his mother, but he just couldn't save it. It was too late. Pain warms his chest, but the alpha sheds no tears. Derek has a lot of things to worry about. His pack is falling apart, Stiles is missing and pregnant with his pups, and now, a family of ancient vampires are coming to tear the town apart and kill Stiles. The burden of being an alpha is too much. Derek doesn't possess his mother's leadership skills.
"Hello, my dear nephew." Standing from afar on his left side is Peter! Peter has a wolfish grin on his face. Derek's eyes widen as he makes eye contact with his uncle. "I know. I know. I killed a member of the alpha pack and stole their power, I left and disappeared to start my own pack, and now, I'm back to call an even truce." Peter is standing beside Derek as they stare at the manor being torn down. "It's a shame, really. We grew up here and now, it's all gone to hell."
"What do you want, Peter?" Derek gets straight to the point.
Peter chuckles and sighs. "The reason why I am here is because I want to rebuild. I want a family and a strong pack. I want us to be happy, nephew. Our family were once powerful until the Argents came and destroyed our home. They manipulated us and killed our family. I want it back." He confesses. Derek glances at him. Peter smiles. "There is only enough room for one alpha...and that is me." Derek shoves Peter away from him and Peter laughs. "Oh, come on. I'm trying to offer you a deal."
"Get the hell out of here." Derek turns to see ten betas behind him.
"This is my pack, but you see, I need a head beta." Peter gestures at his pack. "I want you as my beta, Derek. You are strong like my sister, but your not as smart as her. Boyd's gone, Jackson's gone, Erica is dead. Yes, I do know. I have eyes everywhere." The new alpha steps in front of Derek and fixes his jacket for him. "Either you and the others join me or I'll kill everyone in this town." The words seep into Derek's mind. His wolf reveals itself through his eyes.
CRUNCH! Everyone is alerted as they look towards the pack. Drake has torn two of the betas', in the back of the group, spines out, killing them instantly. Peter is surprised, yet intrigued in this individual. Drake drops the betas' mangled spines with his hands bloodied.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot allow that. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Drake Dagan and I am a member of the oldest and most powerful family of vampires. Technically, I need Derek and his friends, so you will not harm him. If you go against my word, I'll rip apart." Drake says casually.
"Dagan, huh? I heard good things about you in Chicago." Peter laughs.
"Stop trying to change the subject." Drake licks at the blood on his hands. "Leave this place and don't come back." Peter stands his ground. Drake smiles then Peter gasps. Drake has his hand inside of his chest! No one saw him move. His movement was instantaneous. "I guess I have to kill you and your doggies." Peter tries to stop his hand from going further. It's around his heart.
"I'll go! I'll go!" Peter is terrified.
"Never underestimate my power. You might be an alpha, but you are nothing to me, but lunch." Drake removes his hand. The pack is gone. They ran at the first sight of their alpha being overpowered. Peter runs away. His chest is in agonizing pain, but he's healing. And soon, he's gone. Derek just stares at Drake. Drake pulls a hanky out of his jacket pocket and cleans his hands. "You can thank me later, you know." Derek looks away. A long beat passes. "It's later, Derek."
"...Thank you." Derek rolls his eyes.
"And you're welcome." Drake smiles with a playful glint in his eyes. "My friend is here. She's at your loft. Her name is Adriana. She had to use a teleportation spell to get here." The two make eye contact. Derek's phone buzzes in his right pocket. He takes it out to see Scott calling. He answers.
"I'm busy, Scott." The alpha says.
"Derek we need you here. It's Kira from the school. We're at Deaton's." Kira says over the phone.
"Kira? What the hell happened? What's wrong?" Derek asks in panic.
"Scott lost control. We need your help." Kira says immediately. Derek hangs up.
"Change of plans. There's something wrong." Derek storms away and Drake follows him.
(….)
The Back Room
Deaton's Animal Clinic
Scott and Isaac are on two examination tables. Scott is tied down. He's still in wolf form. Isaac still hasn't healed. There's barely any life in him left. Allison is being examined by Deaton while Kira and Lydia are standing around, thinking about how much their parents are going to kill them. Entering the room are Derek and Drake. Drake has cleaned most of the blood off his hands, but the rest is sticky. The others see him. Derek is panicking at the sight in front of him.
"Explain!" Derek commands them to.
"Scott basically wolfed out and lost control after catching Allison and Isaac making out." Kira does so. Derek is taken aback from this as he looks to Allison. He raises an eyebrow. The only thing he can think about is what Kate did to him, and now this. Argent women are the same.
"Isaac's not healing and Scott can't change back." Deaton says.
"Maybe I can help." Drake bites into the flesh of his left wrists. He zips over to Allison and force feeds her his blood, making the others jump. Allison resists at first, but then she doesn't. The blood is the best thing she's ever tasted. Her throat is healing as Drake takes his wrist away. Drake goes over to Isaac and tries to feed him his blood. "I'm Drake, by the way. Greetings." Isaac reacts and starts drinking. His wounds are healing. "He'll thank me for it later." Drake's chest rumbles with a chuckle.
Scott awakens with a loud gasp. Derek checks on him, but there's something wrong. The blood aura around Scott's irises gleams brighter. The crimson in his eyes are more dangerous and deadly. CRACK! Scott screams out. His spine breaks, his flesh tears asunder, his organs begin to move around. His muscles bulge as his face stretches out into a snout. The others are in shock. Drake turns around to see what's going on. He cracks Scott in the jaw, knocking him out and stopping the transformation. Scott returns to normal, leaving the others stunned.
"Now, that was nasty." Drake has to admit.
"He was turning into a wolf." Derek says.
"He's a true alpha." Drake says.
"There's one every century." Deaton blurts out with his eyes wide. "This is a new beginning."
"Thank you for your incite." Drake tells him. "True alphas are hard to come by. The first pack, the original pack of werewolves were all true alphas. All five of them given the true power of Lycaon through the witches that made them. True alphas are a danger to our kind. I fought one in the 17th century and it nearly killed me. So, in order to stop the werewolves from rising like the prophecy says, my family and I hunted and killed them all." He hovers over Scott. "You wolves are so unpredictable." Drake points his eyes over to Kira and Lydia. "Not only that, but you have a Kitsune and Banshee helping you. You keep filling me with surprise and I'm gonna explode." He says jokingly.
"She's not part of my pack." Derek gestures over to Kira. "I didn't even know there were Kitsune in town. Her family is new in town. Scott's been telling me about her." That surprises Allison.
"Of course, mate. She's able to hide her aura and make herself smell human." Drake states. "On top of that, you've been hiding a Banshee from me. I could use her help along with Adriana."
"Who's that?" Deaton asks.
"She's a friend of mine and a very powerful witch from a very powerful coven." Drake says. "As I am telling Derek's wonderful pack and foxy brown over there." The vampire nods over to Kira. ", all my secrets, I was wondering if there are anymore surprises you have for me?" Derek raises an eyebrow. "If we are going to find Stiles, bring her back, and protect her, I need everything in your arsenal."
"And why would that be important?" Derek questions.
"I thought this was a friendship. A start of new bond." Drake leans his head to the right with a smirk. Derek laughs. "After all, I saved you from that alpha. You're uncle, Peter." Everyone registers his words. "I need all the help I can get. Now, if you don't want to help me, I can just take my witch and find Stiles myself...then you'll never see her or your pups again." A growl rips from Derek. He and Drake are face to face. "I don't mean to sound like...what is it that you kids in this stupid generation say...douchebag. I just want all the help I can get." The vampire and alpha werewolf stare off into each other's eyes. They can feel each other's breath warming their face. "I'm begging you." He's serious.
"It's not up to me. It's up to them." Derek tells him.
"My God, Derek! You're the alpha!" Drake puts a hint of spice on the word alpha.
"And there's also something called freewill!" Derek snarls.
"Such a unique pack, but no one's in control of it. An alpha with no control is a liability." Drake's lips rise into a smile while looking over to Lydia. "I didn't catch your name."
"My name is not important to you." Lydia says. Drake sighs. He's irritated and starts to walk out while grabbing his phone. Derek follows him.
Drake places the phone to his ear. "Adriana change of plans. I need you to locate Stiles Stilinski. Her blood is tied with mines, so I need you to meet me somewhere else for the ritual."
"No! I'll help." Derek finally cracks.
"Too late. I don't like to play games. I needed your help, but you are no use for me now." Drake is frustrated. He goes back to Adriana. "I need you to meet me on Everest Road." He hangs up and places his phone back in his pocket. Before Derek notices, Drake is gone. His speed slices through the wind. Derek's eyes widen as he realizes that he just lost the only hope to finding Stiles.