WARNINGS: This story is a slash story, meaning its content describes homosexual relationships and sex. I do not own Teen Wolf (the movie or tv show). Although this story is rated M, the sex will not appear for a while so if you're reading to get your rocks off, this is probably not the best story to read. There's violence, graphic language, sex, and magic. Also, this isn't one of those stories where the two characters instantly fall in love and have sex, there is a buildup. For the most part, the series will follow the episodes in which their chapters are named after. The first couple of chapters will follow the show to the letter but as the show and this story collides, I will make slight alterations to the show's storyline. The Prologue is written in first person to allow the audience to get an understanding of the character, his backstory, and his personality but the first chapter begins the actual story. Thank you and enjoy.

Bennett's appearance (model Bartek Borowiec)

PROLOGUE

Don't cry for me, Argentina. Truth is I was never human.

Well, sorta. I think it really depends on your definition of "human." If you ask most people in "the know", we are human just born with a little something extra. You see, I'm a witch. Quoting Lady Gaga, I was born this way. My mother is a witch, my brother is a witch, my grandmother was a witch, both my great-grandparents were witches and so on.

The visions first started when I was 6. I saw my cat Skittles get hit by a car in a dream and the next day…BAM! Meow Mix all over our driveway.

When I was 9, I started hearing the voices. At first they were whispers but after a while it was like a rave in my head.

Bass and all.

24 hours a day.

It took me at least 6 months before I could turn the volume down a little bit but that was around the time the emotions started to hit me.

And hit me they did.

Hard.

There were times it felt like they were my own emotions, they were so strong. So suffice it to say, school was NOT a picnic. My mom helped as much as she could but she kept throwing cryptic bullshit at me like "a witch must find his or hers own focus point."

Like I said…bullshit.

I was 13 when I got so angry, I destroyed the locker room at school. Some assholes thought it would be just the funniest if they fucked with the gay kid after gym class. 15 seconds later, they were buried under a lot of rubble. I mean A LOT of rubble. My parents kept saying "luckily no one was seriously injured…"

Yea…"lucky."

At age 14, I accidently caused my neighbor to go mute for a week. My mom said her house reeked of my magick.

How was I supposed to know that she would take me telling her to shut the hell up so literally?!

A year ago, on the night after my 15th birthday, I astral projected for the first time. I thought I was having a really kinky dream about this guy on the baseball team at school.

Great ass.

No brains.

When I got there I was treated to the sight of him working himself over like it was going out of style. Seriously, what he was doing should qualify as some sort of abuse! Turns out I wasn't dreaming, at least that's what the ghosts told me. My mom later told they were shades of the dead. Mental imprints of the memories of those we carry with us but it was all a little too Ghost Whisperer for my taste. I got a little lost on the way back and when I did get back into my body, I was exhausted.

And I had a hard-on I could drill a hole in the wall with!

At 16, I got a better hold on my powers and what I can do. My mom taught me to respect Nature and give back to it as much as I take. I learned that with great power comes great responsibility….and no, I'm not Spider-man.

That douche.

Since then I also learned I can manipulate the elements (Earth, Air, Fire, and Water) which shocked the hell out of my mom. Apparently it's a rare skill that not every witch can learn. It's not as fun as it sounds. I can only control the elements already present, I can't create them from nothing.

THAT I learned the hard way.

Which brings me to the doozy of a vision I'm having right now.

"Hey!" I screamed, looking down the dark alley. "Bullet!Come here Bullet!"

Walking down the alley, an uneasy feeling begins to creep into my gut. I hear my dog Bullet whimpering to my left, right underneath the dumpster.

"There you are." I crouch down, on hands and knees, and I peer under the dumpster, seeing movement underneath.

"Come on Bullet!" But the only response I get from Bullet as I reach towards him is a sharp nip on my fingers. "Son of a bitch! Did you just bite me?!"

Gasping in surprise, I pull back my bloody fingers and I examine them in the dim light of the alleyway. From ahead of me, I hear Bullet whimper again. I look up and I'm greeted with Bullet looking at me, a quizzical look in his eyes as he cocks his head to the left.

But if Bullet is in front of me, what bit me?

Peering underneath the dumpster again.

Closer, I can hear it calling to me, Come closer….

Bullet begins to bark behind me. CLOSER! Suddenly I feel something wrap around my arm and pull me under.

Darkness….

I awake suddenly, body propelling forward and out of bed. "Shit!" I scream, throwing open my bedroom door as I sprint down the hardwood-floored hallway to my parents bedroom at the end of the hall. Damn, why is this house so fucking big?! Throwing myself against the door and tearing it open, I see the surprised and groggy faces of my parents staring back at me.

"We need to go to Beacon Hills!"

CHAPTER 1- NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

The bright mid-afternoon sun was set high in the sky, its radiance shining down onto the pavement of the long road, causing heat to rise from the hot concrete. Bennett Rosenberg placed his head on the air-condition cooled window, taking a deep breath as the trees lining the road whizzed past him. He could feel the warm California sun touching his exceptionally pale skin as he released the sigh that had been building for the last hour and a half of the drive. Bennett lifted himself up and pulled the black hair tie from the pocket of his beaten up black faux-leather jacket and tied his long, bright red hair up into a ponytail. His father, Darrin, constantly urged him to get a haircut but the wavy crimson locks, which fell to the middle of his back, was his pride and joy. Luckily his father wasn't here at the moment. His high level job at a prominent advertising firm in San Francisco meant he couldn't move with the family. Bennett's 13 year old brother Vartan also chose to stay with their father in San Francisco.

Bennett peered out the window of his mother's white Tesla S, one part anxious, one part terrified. He hadn't wanted to move, leaving behind everything and everyone he loved but a lifetime of his mother drilling in his head the importance of a witch's land to their livelihood meant helping his people was more important than his own needs.

Besides he reasoned to himself with my shining wit and perky ass, I'll make new friends in no time.

They were on their way from San Francisco to Beacon Hills, the place that has been calling to Bennett his entire life. It was a constant whisper in the back of his head, urging him to come home and Bennett was all too happy to oblige. He's drawn to this place for good reason; it was the place of his birth and for witches, your birthplace is one of your most important assets.

Bennett rolled his eyes dramatically as his mother began asking him the same question she's asked 3 times since last night when he ran into her bedroom and declared they had to leave.

"So tell me again what you saw," Alyssa Rosenberg said, diverting her eyes from the road momentarily before turning them back, pushing her red hair behind her right ear. "Because so far, none of this is making any sense."

"I told you already mom, I had a vision of a guy getting taken by something. I don't know what it was but he was terrified, very terrified. I could feel it. I know something bad is going to happen to him." Bennett replied.

"I'm not doubting you honey. As a witch, you are tied to your land and the people born there. You would be the first person to know if there was a threat invading your lands. But Bennett, why now? A year ago you had visions of lizard men, wayward hunters, and murderous wolves and you did nothing to stop them, why is this so important now?"

"I wish I could tell you I had this divine revelation from Ghandi or Eartha Kitt but I just know this time this seems a lot stronger than last year. Something evil is going on there and no one can do anything about it. No one even knows what it is! Did you talk to Aunt Dahlia? What did she say about it?"

"Well as you know, your aunt permanently bound her powers when we were young so her connection to the land is cut off and she's distanced herself from anything magickal. Besides, we were born in San Francisco so Beacon Hills is cut off from our power. Your cousin seems to also be cut off from her powers so she can't feel it either. It seems my sister's binding spell carried over to her daughter, even before she was conceived."

"Do you know of any other witches in Beacon Hills who could help?"

"Not that I know of," his mother replied, her freckled forehead wrinkling in concentration, "From what I understand, the only witches born in Beacon Hills are you and your cousin."

"If there aren't any other witches and Didi is cut off from her magick that would make me the sole witch drawing on the lands power. Am I the Alpha Witch of Beacon Hills?" Bennett asked, his eyes shifting through a number of emotions- fear, happiness, suspicion, and finally wonder.

"Technically, your cousin is the Alpha Witch of Beacon Hills as she was born first but seeing as she has no power or connection to the lands, she cannot claim her birthright. I could just kill my sister for what she did! It is her right to know of her heritage but instead Dahlia keeps her in the dark like some infant!" Alyssa responded, her dark green eyes going darker and knuckles going white as she clutched the steering wheel. Taking 3 calming breaths, the charged air within the small car began to ease and her eyes regained their emerald hue.

The rest of the ride was silent and minutes later Bennett plugs his headphones into his ears and began dozing off to the lull of his favorite song. As he slept, the sun crept lower in the sky, setting along the long horizon ahead.

Bennett didn't need his mother to wake him and tell him when they first arrived in Beacon Hills; he could feel it within his very bones.

The instant the "Welcome to Beacon Hills" sign came into view, Bennett's eyes snapped open from the sheer power that shot through his body. He could feel his magick double, and then triple. He could feel it in his very core. He could hear the thoughts and feelings of everyone in the small town, his head pounding at the onslaught of voices and sensations. His senses were on fire; the leaves on the trees seemed brighter, the air seemed sweeter, and the new possibility of living here was filled with a hope Bennett had never felt before. That emptiness that he constantly felt his whole life slowly began to dissipate and he was starting to feel whole. His blood was like molten fire shooting through his veins, his breath felt too rambunctious to be held by his lungs, even his fingertips hummed with unreleased power.

"Mom, what is this feeling?!" Bennett said, his moss green eyes glowing brightly.

"That would be you returning to your lands. The last time you were here was when you were born so being cut off from its power for 16 years is causing it all to come flooding back. Your power levels will even out the longer we're here." Alyssa replied, a faint smile playing on her painted pink lips.

Heart racing, Bennett took several calming breaths, finding his focus and trying to center himself.

"Maybe if you hold Semanti, it'll help center your power?" Alyssa said pointing to the 5 foot long white Texas Rat Snake coiled in a cage in the back seat.

Reaching behind him and undoing the latches on the cage, Bennett laid his left hand, palm up, on the edge of the cage as the snake began coiling up his arm, tongue darting out several times, her snow white scales tickling Bennett's arm as she wrapped herself around him.

"Ok Semanti, I know you feel the power just as much as I do so I need your help centering until we can get out of this car and return the excess to the land. Otherwise I might end up going full Willow from Buffy and I really don't have time for that mess. I would look terrible with black hair."

The only reply he got from her was a hiss, which seemed to be enough for Bennett. Looking at the multitude of jeweled rings on his fingers, Bennett searched through them until he found the gemstone whose properties of focus would help him at this moment. Landing on the ring on his right index finger, Bennett stared deeply into the light blue Calcite stone set atop the silver band.

The world slowly receded as Bennett continued to steady his breathing, as the power eased back from his body. The voices dulled to a harsh whisper, the emotions just prickling reminders of what the town held. Bennett could feel the power underneath his skin but the sensation was not as overwhelming as it was before. Bringing himself back, the world began coming back to his vision.

Looking up, Bennett realized it had grown dark outside, Semanti had fallen asleep in his lap, and he was now sitting in an empty car. Peering through the windshield, Bennett knew exactly where he was- his Aunt Dahlia's house. The large house looked almost ominous in the darkness but he knew inside was filled with love and warmth. Waking Semanti up temporarily, Bennett placed his arm against his neck, allowing Semanti to slither over to his neck and coil around it like some ornate necklace. Opening the door and climbing out, Bennett let his body unfurl from the tight knots of having been sitting in a car for 3 hours. Walking over to the grass on the left of the driveway, Bennett placed his hands to the soil and began pushing the excess power back into the land, completely shutting out the voices and emotions, the pressure in his head easing.

"Let's do this thing." Bennett said, standing up and brushing his dirty hands across his ripped black skin-tight jeans. Bennett opens the back door of the car and grabbed the large suitcases neatly stacked on the back seat. Walking up the steps to the large glass door, and twisting the golden knob, Bennett is greeted by the sounds of his mother and aunt in the kitchen happily chatting away. Kicking his grubby Doc Marten 1940 boots off and leaving the suitcases at the door, Bennett made his way towards the kitchen where the adult women were catching up, even though they had just spoke days ago.

"What up, Aunt Dahlia!" Bennett said throwing his arms around his aunt and kissing her on the cheek.

"Bennett! Honey, you've gotten so tall! How tall are you now?!"

"About 6'2" now, I think." Bennett replied, drawing his eyes up to the ceiling as his forehead wrinkled and his mouth twisted into a frown. "I want to grow at least 2 more inches. I don't want to be like Shaq tall but I enjoy towering over the villagers."

Dahlia rolled her eyes at her nephew's antics. Looking him up and down with a frown, she turns to her sister. "Aly, with all the money you and Darrin make, why not buy the boy some decent clothes?"

"Oh, I do, but he still chooses to wear that same beat up jacket and boots!" Alyssa replied, smiling at her son.

"Whatever. You girls are no fun! My style says a lot about me, I'm cool, urban, and with an I don't give a shit attitude. The fellahs love it, trust me! Now where is Didi, I want to go terrorize her a little bit!" Bennett replied, mischief dancing across his face.

"She's upstairs but be nice Bennett she has a friend with her!"

"Best behavior, I promise Aunt D!" Bennett replied giving his aunt an award winning smile and a wink.

Running up the stairs two at a time, Bennett made it to his cousin's bedroom and he could hear her and another voice talking inside. Planting a grin back on his face, Bennett throws open the door.

"Miss Motherfucker!"

"Bennett, you're finally here! Oh my god, I haven't seen you in ages! Your hair is so long! You're so tall! Oh, this is my best friend. Allison, this is my cousin Bennett!" Lydia said, a large grin planted on her face.

So, what do you think? Message me and let me know if you wish to read more of this story and I'll continue writing.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

As I said before, this isn't one of those stories where the two characters instantly fall in love and have sex, there is a buildup and Bennett and his mom will probably stay with the Martin's for a while since their move was so last minute.

Bennett's name (Bennett Warren Rosenberg) was inspired by famous witches in pop culture. Bennett is Bonnie's last name from The Vampire Diaries. Warren (his middle name) is the ancestral name of the Charmed Ones from Charmed and I made his family from San Francisco because this is the setting of Charmed. Rosenberg is Willow from Buffy's last name. Both his parents have parts of their names from B'Witched (his dad's first name Darrin, and his mother's maiden name Stevens). I made up Lydia's mom's name but I'll change it if it's revealed in canon.

There is also a reason I made him Lydia's cousin and it's not just because I wanted to. The truth will be revealed.