Disclaimer: I wished that I owned Teen Wolf cause If I did there would be more of a cohesive storyline and more Isaac and Kira. Sucks that I don't own Teen Wolf.

I wanna thank my editor thenostalgicdreamer for going over my work and talking to me.

CHAPTER 1: TO PAY THE DEVIL

From across bar, he could see a tall muscular man with tattoos imprinted on both his broad arms and two young women by his side. Their smoking contributed to the foul odor that filled the bar. Music with suggestive lyrics blared from the speakers, and people danced provocatively on the tables and all over the floor.

Isaac Lahey glanced over at the man that he owed money to. He pushed down his black glasses down a little, surveying the scene and pondering on how he would approach the guy and tell him he didn't have his money. This guy was a gang leader and his crew not a happy bunch. If Isaac weren't blessed with werewolf powers, surely this would be a death wish. When the waitress approached their table with drinks, he got up from his seat and pushed up his black glasses, and made his way to the table of his enemy. He dug his hand into his leather jacket noting the change in the gang leader's glance as he drew closer. A big puff of smoke filled Isaac's face as his opponent leaned back in his chair.

"Rossco! Fancy seeing you here," Isaac smiled, trying to start a conversation. With a rush of confidence, he winked at the two ladies by the gang leader's side even though he knew they probably couldn't see it. He couldn't understand why women surrounded Rossco clinging to him like he was everything they wanted. Couldn't they see that he had an ugly personality and that the piercings and scars that covered his face didn't help his looks?

"Isaac Lahey! you son of a….I've been searching for you everywhere." Rossco stared him with a glare that looked dangerous. "Where is my money? I'm getting tired of asking you for it." Isaac had heard the rumors and knew exactly what Rossco was talking about. He wasn't ready for his life to be over, that was why he was at the bar facing Rossco down.

Isaac scratched the back of his head with a soft chuckle. "You see, I had your money with me on the way here… but a bunch of thugs ganged up on me on my way in and took all of it. It's all gone."

Rossco didn't say anything simply letting the smoke continue to blow out of his cigarette into Isaac's face. Isaac felt annoyed especially when the girls at Rossco's side gave him a catty look, but he was also determined not to let it show.

"I forgot how funny you were, Isaac. Good one, man. It's nice talking to you, but I want my money now." At some signal, the rest of the people in the bar came crowding around.

Despite the growing audience, Isaac was determined to appear confident. "I'm not joking, man. Thugs stole your money. You should be out there searching for them."

The whole bar was silent except for the ticking of the clock hanging high on the wall above Rossco. Rossco cracked his knuckles and took a step towards Isaac. "You see, man," he began. "Thugs didn't borrow money from me, and they surely don't owe me any money. I'm starting to think you never had my money in the first place, and that's bad. That means you never had my money in my first place and that you lied about why you don't have it. That's unacceptable!" Rossco pointed his finger at Isaac as he finished.

Isaac put his hands up in defense, backing away from Rossco and the rest of the guys that were coming dangerously close to him. "Hey.. Hey.. I don't want any trouble. I even decided to come here to tell you face to face why I didn't have your money cause I didn't want you coming after me in the middle of Italy." Isaac took off his glasses.

He didn't want a fight to erupt in the bar, but from the looks of it, a fight was coming. He ducked Rossco's fist and rolled to the other side of the room hiding under one of the tables. He breathed slowly, trying to find a way to the door of this dangerous place.

The silence was broken as the air was filled with cursing in Italian, and Isaac only understood a few like 'Figlio di puttana!', 'Cazzo'. When he rolled out from under the table, more guys came after him, but he knocked them out with swift blows in the face. He jerked the arm of the guy who attacked him and knocked him out with a double tap on the head. He banged two guys head on the table where a lovely couple was unfortunate enough to be eating dinner. He was now in the presence of five guys that look drunk out of their minds. The first guy who had a tall Mohawk seemed saner than the rest, but came after him with a drunken punch. Isaac was not fazed but simply twisted his arm and flipped him onto the ground. The guy's four friends attacked Isaac one by one, but he took them all to the ground with a simple punch to the chest. When he finally made it to the front door, gunshots rang out and screams bellowed. He turned around to see Rossco pointing a gun at him. People were ducked under chairs and tables hoping to not get hit. Isaac blocked each shot that came towards him. At once, he broke out in a smile, and his eyes gleamed yellow. Rossco who was running out of bullets was fuming, and nothing could compare to his surprise as he saw Isaac's eyes change color and him vanish before his eyes.

Isaac was laughing uncontrollably as he left the bar. The look on Rossco's face was priceless. Hunched over in the corner of a local cafe, Isaac looked up to the bright sky above him taking in the sunlight that was beaming on his face and turned to walk to the direction of his motorcycle. Upon walking, he felt the back of his neck prickle, he shrugged it off and continued walking. When he made it to his motorcycle, he felt a sharp pain coursed through his body, and his vision slowly deteriorated.