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Loss. What a heartbreaking concept.
Scott McCall has lost a lot of things. He lost his chance to live a normal life during that fateful night in the woods when the Werewolf Peter Hale bit him. He lost his status as a bench warming nobody when he suddenly began to perform like a god on the Lacrosse field. It doesn't stop there, he's lost people too:
He lost his Father when his Mother kicked him out for pushing him down the stairs (He's back, but it's not the same.),
He lost Boyd to the Alpha Pack. What hurts most about Boyd's death is that he only ever wanted to "Not eat lunch alone every day."
He lost Erica to that bitch Kali. Poor, beautiful Erica, Lured into the world of the Supernatural with the promise of escape from her seizures. She never deserved death.
But most heartbreaking of all, he lost his first love, Allison.
Allison.
A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She was strong, fearless, independent and determined. She fought as soon as the world of the Supernatural was made known to her. She never gave up and because of that, she became a vital cog in the works of the makeshift pack of Beacon Hills. She gave everything against the Nogitsune, and all she got was a sword through the stomach courtesy of the Oni.
Scott knows, deep down, that had he been stronger, had he been faster and head he been better, they all could have been saved. Scott knows that he needs to be stronger, faster and better, because otherwise, the pack won't survive another incursion by the Supernatural, because they are weak. Derek and Peter are the only experienced wolves they have, Isaac is to busy wallowing in self-pity to be an actual wolf. Chris Argent, whilst brilliant at what he does is only one human. One weak, fragile human. The pack does have help in the form of Kira, but she can only do so much, especially because of her status as a baby thunder Kitsune. She is too young to provide any real defence against the stronger creatures of the night. Aiden and Ethan are gone, one through death and the other through moving on. Stiles, for all his quick-thinking and genius is still just a skinny teenage boy. Who also happens to be damaged from his stint as being to object of possession for a malevolent fox spirit. Lydia and Malia are far too inexperienced with their powers to be of any real assistance.
So it falls to Scott to get stronger because the stronger he is, the stronger his pack is.
That's why he's currently in Deaton's clinic, with packed bags and his motorcycle outside waiting.
"Scott, what you're doing is dangerous, a pack without its Alpha there is going to be incredibly hard pressed to defend its territory from creatures who seek confrontation. I advise you to think about what you are doing." His mentor, his boss, Deaton is very clearly concerned with what Scott has chosen to do. His face is contorted into a frown, and his dark eyes portray a concern for not only the safety of Scott, but the safety of the pack.
Scott grimaces, he knew that Deaton would say this, but it does not make him feel any less guilty leaving when the pack needs him most, "I know the risks Deaton, but I need to leave. I need to travel and find someone to teach me how to be strong and how to protect the people I care about, so please tell me where I can go to become the Alpha I should be."
Deaton's frown deepens, and he looks to be in deep thought about what he should say next. Seconds past, and Scott is about to reaffirm his request when Deaton finally opens his mouth again, "Okay Scott, I'll help you." There is no sign of triumph on Scott's face, just acceptance and a nod for Deaton to continue, "I've heard rumblings that big things are happening in New Orléans. Powerful people are playing dangerous games with one another, and one group of people has manipulated one of the most powerful creatures on the planet into coming to New Orléans to help them. His name is Klaus Mikaelson, and he is a hybrid."
"A Hybrid?" Scott asks, confused and irritated by his this new creature that he has never heard of before.
"Yes Scott, a Hybrid."
"Between what?"
"Vampire and Werewolf."
Scott gapes, his surprise plastered all over his youthful face. The idea that Vampires exist fills his human side with a fear that shakes him to the core. But his wolf howls at the prospect of tearing into vampire flesh and draining the life from their unnatural, undead bodies.
"Vampires exist?!" Scott exclaims, disbelieving of Deaton's words.
"Yes, Vampires are very, very real; Along with witches and even a different type of Werewolf."
That last declaration leaves Scott befuddled beyond belief. A different type of Werewolf?
"How different are these wolves?"
"Very different to the West Coast wolves, the wolves in the East can only change on full moons, but when they do, they change fully into a wolf. Luckily for you, you can change when you want. So you will have a distinct advantage over them should you come into conflict with any of them. You'll also likely have the advantage over the vampires in New Orléans. They are all very young as vampires go and you are an Alpha werewolf from the West Coast. They won't have encountered anything like you before, and you being able to shift at will mean that serious harm will come to any vampire who tries to harm you. I must also tell you though; every werewolf alive has evolved to have bites which are poisonous to vampires. Should you bite one, they will die within a few days."
Scott was shocked. There was a whole world of the supernatural out there, and he and his friends had barely scratched the surface of what went bump in the night. He knew what he had to do.
"Where do I need to go?"
"Go to the French Quarter of New Orléans, find Klaus, and you will find what you seek."
"Thank you Deaton. But before I go I will tell you this. If the pack is on the verge of destruction and you really, desperately need me. Call me, I will pick up and I will return to help the pack fight. But until then, do not contact me, do not tell the others were I have gone or what I am doing." Scott looked at his watch, 3:00 AM. "I have to get going now, I have a seriously long ride ahead of me and I need to leave before the other find me gone."
Scott quickly left the clinic before hopping on his bike and putting on his small bag of essential belongings. He knew that he had to do this, and that when he returned, no one he cared about would ever get hurt again,
AN: So that's the first chapter done. Hopefully this story will interest people as I (Without giving to much away in this AN) portray Scott's evolution from the white knight who sees the good in everyone into something much different. Let me say this, Klaus is going to enjoy moulding Scott into whatever Klaus wants him to be. As for the summary, try and take a guess as to who the girl is that I'm talking about. I will actually be updating this because it's an interesting story.
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