Supernatural © CW/Kripke

Teen Wolf © MTV

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1: First Impressions

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"I don't know, the past week I've been feeling something. Like, like a darkness came into town, something old and evil."

Stiles looked at his friend as they stalked through the woods. Lydia was beside them, her eyes slightly wild, darting around at any sound that wasn't the group's footsteps. Chris and Allison behind the three of them, weapons at the ready. A month had passed since the darack's ritual killing spree, and since the Nemeton had been rejuvenated, monsters had begun to pop up more often. Not even two days before their trek, what Chris had called a rakshasa, had come into town. It had killed a young couple in their bed, leaving their five year old daughter without her parents. If Chris hadn't called one of his better equipped contacts for help, the pack wouldn't have been able to save the family targeted next.

Now they were on their way to the ancient tree stump, hoping to find a way to dampen the beacon that was drawing all the creepy crawlies out of their holes. It didn't help that at the beginning of the day, Lydia had a nervous breakdown, muttering about brimstone and drawing what could only come from the world's scariest horror movies. When asked what it was, all she could say was one world.

"Hell."

Argent nearly had all the color drain from his face, then he was once again called up his contact, who said that two of his own associates would meet the hunter at the Nemeton. How the associates would find the stump was beyond him, but the contact had always been a reliable source.

They were a good half mile from the tree, when Scott suddenly shot out his arm, stopping everyone. Stiles looked over, glowing red eyes scanned the tree line as his hand came up to his ear.

"Do you guys hear that?"

Allison adjusted her grip on her crossbow as she closed her eyes, straining her hearing. Nothing.

"I don't hear anything."

Scott turned to look at everyone, confusion plastered on his face.

"Exactly."

"The hell," Stiles stepped forward. "There should be birds, the buzz of insects."

Before anyone could speak, a scream rippled through the air. Energy passed through the trees, the darkness could be felt against their skin. Hot and oppressive. Like someone was constantly breathing against them. Scott immediately wolfed out as another energy wave passed through the air, a few trees around them groaning against the assault.

The young Alpha didn't even think twice as he sprinted off, the sounds of his pack call for him to slow down and wait. His senses attacked by the sudden rush of ozone mixed with the smell of something dead.

When he was close enough to the Nemeton, he let a roar ripped from his throat. Whatever it was, was attacking a woman. Blood was smeared on the stump, it's own jacket (trench coat?) had crimson tears in it. It's fingers were stained red as it bit into the woman, inciting another scream.

When the thing didn't respond to him announcing himself, he began to storm forward, only to stop short when the woman called out.

"Come on, split this damn stump angel! Make me do more then scream! Make me beg for it!"

Well, this was awkward.

He had shifted out and quickly turned around as the others finally caught up, and before he could keep them away, Stiles charged.

"Leave her alone you bastard!"

He didn't get very far. Stiles skidded to a stop, bat held above his head as he stared down at the two, face quickly growing red as they stared back. Eyes black as pitch and blue as the sky stared back, both surprised at the sudden interruption. The latter's face morphing into pure horror at the small group that was gaping at them.

"We can explain."