I guess you could say this is my interpretation of how Teen Wolf 3B was going to play out. I wrote this before it started to come back on but I changed some of it to kind of match the show when I saw it. And I'm not sure how frequent I'll be with this story but I'll try to update it once a week. Most likely not twice a week like my other stories but there might be days when I do. I hope you like. Oh and Derek comes in a little later.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Teen Wolf just the plot of this story. I'd like to own Teen Wolf... but then again, who wouldn't? And this disclaimer goes for all my future chapters...

Summary:

Stiles couldn't decipher what is was. This particular feeling was new, intriguing and peculiar. It made him question himself and that was odd because he thought he knew himself pretty well. But considering that the world he lives in has werewolves, banshees, and supernatural beacons as an everyday thing, Stiles was not in complete shock that other supernatural beings were relevent. But he was utterly shocked that it happened to him, that he too, is some kind of supernatural. However, someone is there to help him through the new and unexpected changes.

Becoming a Supernatural;

Are You the Cause?

Waking up was getting harder and harder as the sun reached Stiles face. He turned to his blaring alarm clock and slapped it silent. Tired honey-colored eyes trying to adjust to the light as his dream burned heavily on his brain. Not knowing for sure if he was really awake right now.

Lately, he's been having these recurring dreams that are making no sense at all and leave him more tired than how he fell asleep. But it's not just him either. Scott and Allison have had certain problems lately too. Stiles knows it has something to do with the three of them sacrificing themselves to the Darach. But it's more than the dreams too. He's been hallucinating, seeing things that are just wrong. Him covered in blood, dark figures coming towards him, and lately he's been feeling sick. Like there's this nasty feeling surrounding him. He can't exactly place it. It's dark and makes him feel dirty and tainted, like he's suffocating in it. Deaton told them they'd feel like this but he didn't think it'd be this bad. Actually he didn't think about it at all. All Stiles thought about at that moment was saving his Dad.

Rising from bed Stiles got ready to face the new day. Although he already wanted it to be over. Something felt off. Like more off than usual. But the honey-colored eyed boy pushed those thoughts aside as he got dressed and ready for the day.

"Hey Stiles." Greeted Lydia, with a shy smile. He was walking to his locker when the strawberry blonde girl walked over to his right side. They had about 5 minutes before home room started.

"Lydia! Hey, what's up?" Stiles asked as the two made it to his locker. It was a little strange at first but they have developed a friendship. The honey-eyed boy finally moved on from his crush on Lydia. However, that was obviously going to happen sooner or later. The strawberry blonde was in love with someone else and seeing that was just push he needed to move on.

"Nothing. Just checking on you... I worried about you, Scott and Allison. I was with Allison yesterday and she was... troubled. And Scott looked no different. Which leads me to you." Lydia was now staring intensely at his face like she was searching for something. The care she had evident in her crystal blue eyes. This was the Lydia he was happy to get to know, to see. The Lydia most people didn't know existed and it made Stiles smile as he put his school books that he didn't need into his locker in front of him.

He turned around and looked at her with a warm smile on his face, "I'm fine. Just a little tired but there's no need to worry." He said trying to convince her and himself.

But just as soon as he said those words he felt chills run up his spine like he were being watched. "Hey, I'm going to home room. I'll see you later." He said with a forced smile, walking away from the smart girl before she could reply. As he walked away, he could feel her knowing eyes on him until he turned the corner.

Making his way to English, he paid close attention to everything. Truth be told, he wasn't sure if this was one of his dreams again. There are times when he wakes up but it turns out he didn't and it was like he's trapped in his dream. Like he literally has to scream himself awake sometimes.

Everything is just confusing. And he feels like there's a gaping hole somewhere deep inside him. It's scary because Stiles doesn't see the same person he used to when he looks in the mirror. He doesn't even know if it's him anymore.

The feeling, if he could describe it, it would be dark and suffocating. Almost tempting. Something that's crawling for unwanted attention. That would hurt people and feel no remorse. It leaves this nasty taste in his mouth and makes him sick just like his dreams do most nights. The darkness in him, it feels like it's trying to come out and take over his body. And Stiles honestly doesn't know if he can control himself anymore. That is, if he really has any control to begin with.

As Stiles sat down in his seat the class started to fill in. Scott, Allison, Lydia and Ethan took their seats. It wasn't all of the newly McCall pack but a large part of it. He gave a wave and half-smile to them as he got his supplies out, however not before he saw the look Lydia gave him. The bell rang as rest of the students and teacher trickled in.

"Alright Everyone! We have a new student and his name is..." Mr. Kelsey trailed off as he looked over his shoulder to the new student behind him. Said student stepped up more from behind Mr. Kelsey and into everyone's view. Chills ran Stiles back and he felt unsettled as he saw the new student.

"Lucas Circe." Answered the deep, smooth voice of the new student. The tall, lean and attractive teenager looked around the class before his bright auburn eyes (that reminded Stiles of fire) settled on Stiles own. And the honey-eyed boy received a smirk for the new boy.

Stiles took a good look at Lucas and couldn't deny this dude was hot. He had on black jeans, a regular white shirt that showed just how much he obviously worked out. Lucas's skin was also a nice olive color, and black hair. But not just your usual black hair, his looked like it had a tint of indigo in it. Giving it more of a midnight kind of shade. His features were bold but his dimples gave him a boyish charm. He just seemed like your average bad boy.

"Okay, Mr. Circe, Take a seat..." Mr. Kelsey searched the room for an empty seat and oddly enough there was an unoccupied seat behind Stiles. "Aw there, right behind Mr. Stilinski, Stiles please raise your hand." The English teacher asked politely. The honey-eyed teen awkwardly raised his hand above his head and he could have sworn he saw a little twinkle of something in those fire eyes of Lucas'.

Lucas started to make his way behind Stiles. The hyper-active teen could feel those intense cinnamon eyes on him and he didn't know what was happening to him. It was getting harder to breath and he was feeling anxious, which caused Scott to look over at him but he just shook his head and focused his attention on his desk. It was almost like his body was trying to tell him something, like when he has his dreams and doesn't know if he's dreaming or not his body starts to act out in a way to help him. Although lately, like before it's getting harder to know what's what. But now it felt stronger than just some dream, and him feeling those abnormal eyes on him all period didn't help.

"Hello." A deep, rich voice said from behind Stiles. As he turned around to see who it was, although he had an idea who exactly it was already, he tripped on his feet and fell but just when he thought he was about to hit the ground, Lucas caught him.

"Hey, thanks man. Lucas right?" He asked, although he already knew the answer. The name was scarred into his brain now and he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about Lucas. A part of him wanted to just stay away but another part felt lured into him.

"Right you are, and it's no problem. But I was wondering if you could help me find my next class." Lucas asked nicely, showing Stiles his schedule. The honey-eyed teen didn't know if he should buy into this guy's niceness. He gave Stiles too much of an uncomfortable feeling. However he took the schedule, albeit hesitantly, and looked it over. He had three classes with this new guy and that caused his stomach to fall slightly.

"You actually have class with me next, Chemistry." Stiles offered a small smile. "We're in the process of getting another teacher for the class though. This will be the third."

"Yeah, I heard about one that one of the teachers here died, ?" Lucas asked and Stiles nodded his head slowly. "The other one is still missing right?" The auburn eyed boy asked again and Stiles thought about Jennifer feeling a rush of relief in her memory. She was more than missing.

"Yeah, she's missing too." Lucas nodded his head slowly, noticing the way Stiles said missing but choosing to ignore it. They started to make their way to the Chemistry, with the new dude trailing behind Stiles awkwardly. Neither was sure what to say or do.

"So... What grade are you in?" The honey-eyed boy asked Lucas hesitantly, searching for anything to make this moment somewhat tolerable. The bad boy picked up his pace a little until he and Stiles were side by side. It was strange to him that the shorter boy next to him could be so quiet now when before in English, he seemed to be the class clown. He sent a tiny smile to Stiles before he answered.

"I'm a junior. What about you?" Asked the smooth, deep voice that sent a shiver up and down Stiles back and he's not exactly sure if it was bad or not.

"Same. But you know it must suck to start a new school two months into the school year and not really know anyone. I mean, well that's not a bad thing. Things happen and..." Stiles faded off, wishing he had more control over his mouth. Even though this dude did give off a weird vibe to Stiles, he didn't want to be so intrusive.

Lucas however, just chuckled and offered a friendly smile. "It's okay, I'm used to it." They spent the rest of their time in the hallway in a less awkward silence than before. In that silence Stiles started to think that Lucas might be alright.

As it turns out Lucas wasn't the only new student to show up at Beacon Hills High, there was a new girl name Kira that showed up too right after his Chemistry class with the fire-eyed new guy. Scott seemed to like her already.

Everything seemed to going fine today until the last period of the day when the hyper-active teen started to have a bad headache and feel like he was seeing things. It became hard to and his chest felt constricted. Every time he closed his eyes he kept seeing a dark figure moving closer and closer to him with every blink. It didn't stop until Scott shook him. Scott had sensed something was happening to him and they had made a pact to watch out for each other earlier for the day.

It was nice and all that they decided to do this for one another, especially since Stiles seems to think things have gotten way worse and that vision was proof. He had only seen creepy stuff like that before when he was sleeping. In that moment, it felt like he was being attacked and he felt like his life was in immense danger. More danger than usual. And he had a feeling he shouldn't think this way but he couldn't help but think that the new boy being here might have caused it...