OMC POV His parents had always been a little weird. They moved around a lot, in the beginning they were always moving around from one small town to the next, he had seen the hot deserts in Arizona, the snowy mountains of Montana, and the big beaches of Florida, until they settled down in Beacon Hills, he was too young to know why they really moved around all the time, but it made sense when he did find out. His Dad had gotten a job there and said they would be there for a while, his mom stayed at home at first setting up the house and she never pulled out pictures of them though, she pulled out jars of black ash, flowering plants and stacks of books. When he looks back at it all he realized even then that they never did show emotion, there was always a blank expression on their faces, his mother never told him bedtime stories, and his dad never took him outside and play sports with him. The words I love you were never uttered from their mouths. She took him to daycare a few days after they settled in, he calmly walked behind her, back straight eyes forward, not like the other kids, whose hands were tightly grasped by their mothers and fathers, while they whispered goodbyes. His mother walked to the teacher and whispered to her, the teachers eyes looked straight at him as she nodded her head, listening to every his mother was saying, she smiled said "ok", took his hand, his mom looked at him, and left she didn't even say goodbye but then again she never did The teacher led him to where the other kids were playing. She turned around and bent low to look at him, "you're mom told me that you might be a little shy, but there's nothing to worry about, I'm pretty sure you'll make a lot of friends" She quickly left after that, and he was alone, he looked at all the kids in little huddles playing with the various toys, so he grabbed a red fire truck and walked off into the corner and played by himself. After while he started to get bored and then a shadow covered him and he looked up to see a pale kid with brown hair and moles The kid stared and then just started talking, "Hey my name is Stiles, what's your name? wow cool fire truck can I see it? How old are you? I'm five." He was looked wide-eyed at the boy, barely able to respond to first question before he started asking others. "My name is Damien, sure I was done with it and I'm five too" Stiles smiled and sat down, took the fire truck and started playing, "so where are you from? I've never seen you around here" "My family moves around a lot, so alot of places I guess", He didn't know if should've told him, but since he was going to be staying here a while, he guessed he might as well make a friend. He never had one before. Stiles's eyes went wide and he started blurting out, "like Mexico, my mom said she went there once, did you visit Wisconsin, my family went there last month, and there was a lot of cheese, good cheese, smelly cheese, my dad showed me some old ones too, I didn't really like those." Damien could help but laugh and Stiles laughed with him. Stiles was a talker, and his house was usually silent, so it nice to hear someone talk like he did. He looked down shyly "Sorry, the teachers say I'm hyperactive, but my mom just said that I think faster everyone else that's why I talk a lot." Damien couldn't be more pleased, "Don't worry about it, you can talk however much you like" They smiled at each other and he had made his first friend. After that day kind went by, before they knew it Stiles's mom was there to pick him up. Stiles got up and tackled her, hugging her tightly. "Mom, I made a new friend, Damien, come meet him" His mom smiled down at him, and rubbed his head, he wished his mom looked at him like that , with love, his parents only spoke when it was to teach him something, or order him around, and there was no love there, just a calm tone. Stiles and his mom walked over and that's when he really looked at her, she was beautiful. "Damien, this is my mom, mom this is Damien, he's really cool, and we played games all day, and he doesn't stare at me when I talk a lot, and he answers all my questions, instead of ignoring them." His mom laughed, "Stiles, honey slow down, hi Damien nice to meet you" "Hi Stiles's mom" He really didn't know what to say She smiled at him, "Stiles didn't tell you his last name did he" "MOM" Stiles sighed lightly, and everyone laughed, it lightened the nervous air he had about meeting her. "You can call me ", Stiles looked up at her, "Do you want to come over my house Damien, can he come over mom please, please, and I'll clean room and everything" He was surprised that he would just invite him to his home and he only knew him for a day, but the thought of going over there was just mind blowing, if he had this much fun with him at school, going over his house would be epic. "I will have to ask his mother, first" and his happiness disappeared he already knew his mother would say no. "How about I give you my number and you have your mom call me and we can setup a play date" Stiles made a disgusted face, "Mom, it's not a play date, it's the fantastic adventure of a lifetime" His mom smiled, "Okay sweetie", she wrote down her number and handed it to him, and they left with the promise of having his mom call her and seeing Stiles tomorrow. His mom arrived shortly after and got up walked to her, she looked down at him then turned around walked out the building towards the car, and he quickly followed after her. "Hey, mom" she quickly stopped him turned around and looked at him, "how did I tell you to address me", He looked down ashamed, "Hello mother" She nodded her head in acceptance, "better, continue with what you wanted to ask me", She always surprised him like that, he didn't even get to the question, she was always like that with him though, knowing his intentions before he even said them or acted them out, like she knew him inside and out. He both hated and loved it, because it meant she cared about him like a mother should, but how she acted always changed that feeling. As they got into the car he started to speak nervously, " I made a friend at school, his name is Stiles and he wanted to invite me over his house, his mother said that she would like to talk to you first", he handed her the number. She calmly looked at it and simply said, "ok" He didn't know what to think, he was stunned, there was no remanding like he expected, just simply ok. He was silent on the whole way home, when they walked in he went straight to the table. "Damien" she called him sat down and looked him straight in the eyes, "we're going to be having guest, I expected you be on your best behavior" "Yes, mother", he said it calmly, he already knew what was coming, they always had guest, in every town that they moved into they had guest, each stranger than the last, they were always scary though. He remembers the first time they had a guest over, it had been a tall, skinny man, with skin that was white, almost see-through, and he had the most chilling smile that still haunts him even to this day. The only conversation during the night that had occurred, was his parent telling the man to be careful, that there were consequences for what he was doing, that it was not wise to continue it. He remembers that the man face, had turned to into something horrible and full of anger, and then he quickly replaced it, with the chilling smile, it wasn't the face that scared him, it was the smile. His parents had stay calm, and cool through the whole thing, never reacting to what the man had done, and that's when he realized that they were always like that, never letting go of the mask of calm. The man had left and his parent told him to go to bed, after that when they moved there were always guest coming and they were always weird, always freaking him out, so he adopted the same mask as his parents. XXX His father came in a few minutes later, went into his room, without even a greeting, and started to get change. He got ready for dinner and helped set the table, when the doorbell rang, his mother got up and answered the door and when she opened it, he was stunned, it wasn't what he expected, it was 2 men and a woman, people that looked completely normal, they all had dark, were beautiful and had the most amazing eyes, that was the only thing about them that seemed weird. "Hello, Hales", his mother invited them inside, and then smiled at him, which was even more unnerving, his mother turned to him and his father stepped behind him, "This is my husband, Matthew and my son, Damien" A tall woman with green eyes smiled, "nice to meet the both of you, I'm Miranda", to nodded to the man to her left, "this is my husband, Robert and my brother, Peter", introducing the man behind her. The woman was so polite he couldn't help but to speak, "Nice to meet you too", as soon as he said it he knew that he shouldn't of said anything at all, his father gripped his shoulder tightly warning of the consequences that were to be expected. The Hales turned their attention towards him. His mother started to speak, "We cooked a wonderful meal tonight join us?", as they made their way to the table his mother shot him a look that promised consequences, the same that his father had promised him. They began to sit, the Hales on one side, and his family on the other. They began to eat, and the silence was comfortable at first, then Peter began to speak, "not that I don't love the chicken and the lack of conversation, but I would like know why we are actually here?" Miranda looked as if wanted to tear him to piece right then and there, "Peter, we are guest, don't be rude", for a moment he thought her eyes flashed red. "No its fine, we wanted to speak to about what was coming" his mother's voice calm. The Hales looked surprised, "what is coming?" Robert spoke for the first time that night. "We do not know much, just that it is old, powerful, and does not attack physically itself, it plans, uses emotions, desires, hate to get others to do its bidding" and for a moment, there was a look of worry on his mother face, but she quickly replaced it with the mask of calm she always wore. Peter spoke next, "ok before we have this conversation of epic proportions, I have to ask, why is the kid here?" His father, who was a man of silence spoke next, "It is his birthright, he has a right to know how we go about things in the Order." This was the first time that he heard of anything spoken of birthrights and this order, he didn't understand at, he didn't know what his parent's jobs were but he guessed they would tell him when they needed to. The Hales seemed unnerved by it but respected it all the same, "ok, continue" Meredith said quietly while still starting at him "It has been targeting wolf packs no matter how large or small, killing them, it's looking for something" Meredith wore a look of concern, "We heard that there were wolf packs being attacked, but we thought it just might be hunters and to be wary" Peter fired off a question next, "What is it looking for?" "We don't know" his father said, "just that those targeted are those with old bloodlines, the Rosewells, the Lees, and the Windsors, we think you're next" Surprise crossed every Hales face then and a look was shared between them, "Those were all powerful packs on the eastern seaboard!" Meredith said her face full of worry then. He didn't get why they kept saying packs, and how his parents came across this information, he didn't know where the eastern seaboard was, but with the way they looked it had to be close. His mother began to speak, "from what we have figured out there is only one way to stop its manipulation abilities", she then got up and when to the kitchen counter and pulled out a jar, "the cinquefoil herb, it seems to be effective in the same respect that monkshood is to your kind, it will help repel it". He was able to look at the jar, it was full of dried up leaves, with some yellow flower petals appearing every now and then, it was the same stuff that his mom, had gotten tons of after their last trip to Florida, she made him bathe in the stuff every two days. "You are to bathe in it, every two days, I have several boxes in the back you can have, just tell me and I'll give you some more." His mother then nodded to his father to go get the boxes. "Not to be ungrateful for all the help, but why help us ?" Peter wondered, he expected Meredith to say something but she and Robert looked like they wanted to know also. "The Order has always kept a watch on the supernatural world, and this presence seems to be a very big threat" my mother says with a slight gleam in her eyes, that look meant that she was hiding something. Peter seemed to catch on, "but you said that it was only attacking wolves, is there something else you are not telling us", the distrust on their faces became apparent after that. "Though it does not concern you, there have been a number of dangerous beast that have gone missing, to say least, but it is a separate matter we are investigating", his mother said coolly. Meredith spoke next, "If this relationship is supposed to work, then there need to be no secrets between us, I won't have you keep information from us that can harm the pack" His mother smiled which was rare and she simply said, "ok", like earlier in the car. After that the Hales quickly left, and he didn't even have a enough time to comprehend what had happen before he being dragged in the closet, and fear took over from there. He remembers the first time, he was punished like this, when he had told his father no, his parents already knew that he was afraid of the dark. His mother threw him into the closet, and said, "there are many things that lurk in the dark, in the future, for you to do what you need to, being afraid is unacceptable", then she closed the door and walked away while he screamed forgiveness. He learned from then on not to get into trouble, but this time he didn't scream like his usually did, he just sat there and thought about dinner and eventually fell asleep when he couldn't figure it out XXX The next morning, his father took him to school, he walked behind him calmly like he did with his mother and when he walked inside he was quickly jumped by Stiles "Dude, your mom talked to my mom this morning and she said yes, we're going to have so much fun, it's going to be epic and awesome, and OH MY GOD" They looked at each other and started to laugh, He looked at Stiles, "Yeah, we're going to have so much fun" The day passed by and Mrs. Stilinski was there to pick them up. They both walked over to her, "hi , ", "hi, mom" She smiled down at them, "hi boys, how was your day?" "It's not over yet mom, ask us before we go to sleep" She ruffled his hair and stood up and reached for both their hands He had never held a hand before, his parents didn't do that, so when he grabbed it, he didnt expect the feelings of happiness, that he felt, she smiled at him again and started walking to the car, for the first time he felt like a normal kid. When they arrived to Stiles home, he was amazed, it looked like a real home, it was full of pictures, of them together, his mom holding Stiles, and a man, who looked a little like Stiles was holding her, there were many others too, and henfinally saw what a real home, a real family looked like. "Dude on come, time to get the day of epicness started" Stiles yelled and dragged Damien upstairs. They were having so much fun, that Stile's mom soon called them down for dinner. When they went down stairs, he saw a man with a sheriff's uniform on, sitting at the table Stiles quickly tackled him, "Dad welcome home, this is Damien, remember my friend I was telling you about" The man looked at him and smiled, "Hello" "Hi, nice badge, are you the Sheriff?", Damien quickly asked, he didn't want it to be awkward. "No Im-,"he began to say but Stiles popped up, "no, he's a deputy, but the current Sheriff is like really old and smells, so he might croak any day and then my dad will take over" "Stiles!" both of his parents yelled at the same time, "Don't say that about him and it is a public office, I have to be elected" "Sorry Dad, but I'm sure you'll win" His Dad shaked his head and smiled, they had a pleasant dinner after that, they asked them about school, where he was from, they were a little unnerved to hear, that he moved around a lot and when they asked about his parents he quickly tried to avoid the subject, and Mr. Stilinski looked at him weirdly after that. After dinner they quickly went upstairs to get ready for bed. Stile's mom tucked them in and his dad was standing at the door, it kind of hurt to see what a family really was, his parents never did any of this. "Did you have a good day" She asked "Yeah" they both said at the same time and chuckled "Hey Mr. Stilinski, thanks for letting me stay over" smiled at him, "Don't worry about it, anytime, you've been a pleasure" They closed the door and it was pitch black, he was starting to panic a little. Stiles suddenly spoke, "Hey dude, your breathing a little heavy, want to me to turn the night light on" "Yeah, can you?" "Yeah, I sleep with it on sometimes too, and dude, Im here" "Thanks" "Dude, we're bros I got your back" "Yeah we're bros, night", he smiled at the thought "Night" He went to sleep with a smile on his face that night. It would be one of the last ones for a while. XXX From that night on him and Stiles we're pretty much inseparable, he spent most of his time at Stile's house than he did his own home, he found out that was because his parents were meeting with the Hales regularly, and he didn't mind, he was happy. But then that happiness didn't last long It ended all on the day after his birthday, after Stiles found out that he never really had a birthday party before, he went crazy, got his parents and Damien's parents together to surprise him, how he achieved that he'll never know. It was a nice dinner with cake and they all sang happy birthday, with Stiles and him mostly speaking to each other, while their parents talked quietly. Stiles handed him a present, "Dude, I got you a present, open it" While he started to open the box, Stiles bounced up and down with excitement, and his parents started at him blankly, while the Stilinskis grinned. When he opened it he found a picture, it was of him and Stiles, standing arm and arm grinning like fools. "Saw you didn't have many pictures in house, thought I'd get you, you're first one" He had forgotten that Stiles went to his house for one night, he was so embarrassed, when Stiles asked where all the pictures of his family were, and he sadly said, "they never took pictures", Stiles stared at him for a little bit, then he just asked him to show him where his room was. He was filled with happiness, and hugged Stiles till he was gasping for air, "Dude, I'm choking here" He backed away and let Stiles catch his breath, when he did they both just laughed at each other. XXXX They said their goodbyes and went home. The next day was pretty normal after that, until his mom came and picked him up, eyes wild "Come on, Damien let's go" "Ok", he said goodbye to Stiles and he went with his mother As soon as they got home, his mother rushed him to his room, "Grab your stuff, we're leaving" He could only stand there and stare, he was just becoming happy, he had a bro and, he didn't want to leave. His mother looked at him, "get your stuff we have to go" in a demanding tone. "mom, please we can't leave, I wanna stay, Dad said we were going to be here a while, what happened to that", tear streaming down his face. She looked at him for moment, bent down, looked him in the eyes, "Something has happened to your father, we need to go, please start packing your stuff. Worry quickly grabbed him, ,"what happened to dad?" , as he hurried up and packed. His mom had already left not hearing his question. He grabbed clothes, books,and threw them in a bag the last thing he took was the picture Stiles gave him for his bitrhday, he really hoped that they were coming back, that his dad was going to be okay. When he was ready to go, he went to the living room, and saw a bald, man that looked like his mother. "Alan, they took Matthew, I think he's gone, I can't sense him, I need you to take over the Hale pack for me", his mother looked sad and this was the first time, that he had seen like this, she was always calm, something really bad must of happened. The man looked at her calmly and stepped towards her and hugged her, "ok, Gina, I will take over informing the Hale pack", his mother didn't do hugs,which mean things were really bad, his dad may not be ok, and whoever this man was he knew his mother enough for her to let guard down. He walked to her and stared at the man, "Mom, who is this?" The man bent down and said, "Hello, Damien, I'm your Uncle" "Alan, we have to go" his mother rushed him out of the house, when he was in the car, she turned to Alan. "Thank you" "You're family" She got into the car and they drove away, they didn't come back, he never saw his father again, she just told him he died in a car accident, but when got older he knew better, he never got to say goodbye to Stiles. XXXX Over the years his mother had became more cold, effiecient, not that she wasn't before but she became dangerously good at doing work for the Order, and she rised up the ranks becoming the leader of operations in the northern hemisphere. When she explained his birthright, she didn't sit down and explain it to like some parents would when their kids life is going to be changing. No, she took him out in the woods, and told him to run, little did he know it was because a Wendigo was gonna be chasing him. It was inhuman, its skin looked as if it was stretched far too much, bones, were poking out from it skin, and its face looked like a diseased wolf's, he thought he could out run it, it couldn't be that he fast he thought, he was wrong. Long story short, he barely got away with a claw raking down his back, before he lock himself in a vacant cabin, he thought that she would save him at least, but after the third day he figured he was on his own, he probably would've died if the man with the chilling smile didnt save him. The wendigo was about to deal the final blow, when a hand burst through its chest spraying blood all over him, when it fell, the man stood there smiling with a heart in his hand, he blinked and he was gone. When his mother showed up,few hours after, he was filled with rage and threw a punch at her. It happened so fast, next thing he knew he was on his back with her standing over him. Her gaze was cold, "The Order trains its agents as if they are hunters, remember what I told you, there are many things that lurk in the dark, for you to do what you need to, being afraid is unacceptable". He was stunned, so this is what his father talked about when he said birthright. She conituned talking, "but we never get directly involved, we work from afar, and we do what is necessary to keep the supernatural world secret and safe". She went over to the body and looked at it, surprise flashed in her eyes, "you didn't kill it, who did?" He spoke to her but his voice was dead, "The first visitor we've ever had, the pale man with the chilling smile" She looked to be deep in thought, and then she just starting walking, "let's go we've got more training to do" He hated her so much at that point, and when he started his training, he hated her even more, he knew she could be cold sometimes, but never as cold-hearted as she was those first few months, he was only fifteen at the time. Every time he look at the picture Stiles gave, it made push through, he wasn't gonna die before he saw his bro again. XXX His mother had sent him to Beacons Hills to be under the supervision of a Morrell, he didn't know why but he didn't really care, he was just happy to be back. Beacon Hills didn't change much during the twelve years he was absent, everything looked the same, he didn't like the stares he was getting though like nobody had ever seen a 2013 Durango, he loved the truck, it was the only thing he wanted to accept from the Order. He pulled up to the front of the high school, everything look normal, walked into the school, and found Morrell standing at the front She looked at him and smiled, it was a creepy smile, one you knew not to trust. "Hello, Damien, your mother said you would come later" He smiled at her "I came early" She kept smiling and walked him into a classroom "Hello, class, we have a new student today that will be joining us today" He turned and looked at the sea of faces, he noticed a cute red head that looked like smarter than she acted, a blonde boy that looked like he could be a model, and a cute boy with tan skin and nice hair, and the person sitting next to him was someone he never thought he see again, Stiles. He smiled, this was gonna be fun. "Hi my name is Damien Deaton"
