Party Crasher

Summary: Now that Peter is back he wants revenge. But first he needs a pack of his own first. And he knows who he wants by his side. Someone will become his beta. But will things go his way as the gang try to stop him from bringing anarchy to Beacon Falls?

A/n: This is my first Teen Wolf fic. There may be some pairings. I'm just going to go with the flow as the idea is stuck in my head. Starts at 2x09 a little AU probably but any way I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Some spoilers if you haven't watched 2x09 or any before that. I'll try and not spoil too much.

Prologue

Lydia's POV

"Lydia."

I feel trapped, I can't move. All I can do is listen to his voice. It was hypnotic almost. It left me in a trance.

"Listen to me. Listen very close."

"I need you to do a few little errands for me."

"What?" I barely whispered. The demon smiled and turned my cheek to face him and I stared straight in to the lifeless yet deceitful eyes off Peter Hale.

"I need you to send a warning for me. Straight to Derek."

Derek's POV

"Will you all stop acting like a bunch of babies and start acting like a pack!" I shouted at Erica, Isaac and Scott who were all bickering and fighting one another. "Sorry." All three betas mumbled. "So does anyone have any reasonable answers on how to catch Jackson yet?" I asked and they all shook their heads. "The only way we have even been able to find him, as much as I hate to say it, is because of the humans. Maybe we should use Stiles again since they all seem to find him." Erica stated and Scott shook his head. "There's no way in hell am I letting you use Stiles as bait. As you so nicely pointed out, he's human. Meaning he can die easier than us so no way." Scott said and I nodded. "I agree, as much of an annoyance that is Stiles I would rather not let Jackson use him as a chew toy." I said and they all nodded. All of a sudden the smell of blood hit my nose. "Do you guys smell that?" Isaac asked as Scott and Erica nodded. "Seems to be coming from a mile from here. Scott come with me, you two stay here until I tell you otherwise." I ordered as me and Scott followed the scent. Something didn't feel right about this. We followed the smell to a dead body, completely sliced apart something like a knife, or claws could do that. What was more disturbing was the fact that the killer, in blood, had written 'You Can't Protect Them All.' What the hell does that even mean? "Derek call a meeting, we need to know everyone who we know are all right." Scott demanded and I looked at hi confused. Clearly this message meant something to him. "Why?" I asked and he looked straight at me. "Because Peter Hale was the one who kept saying that to me. It's no coincidence that we found this man and the message. Someone is doing dirty work for Peter. From beyond the grave."

Lydia's POV

"Well done. You impressed me. Now for the final step."

"W-w-w-what do you need me to d-d-d-o?"

"I need a little bit of blood from you. Your gene that gives you immunity from turning from a wolf bite is not only good for you. But it's good for replenishing my energy. Even the tiniest drop can spare a werewolf from death."

"I-if I-I-I d-d-o this-s will y-you l-l-leave me alone." He smiled wickedly.

"Of course. I promise. Once you bring me back I will be out of your hair. I have other arrangements to attend to."

"You're going to hurt people aren't you?" He laughed.

"Only those who wronged me. And not all of my actions will be of revenge."

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't figured it all out yet Lydia? I must say I am a little disappointed in you. Haven't you wondered why I am able to be inside your head? Haven't you wondered why nobodies in this town are becoming more and more of a somebody? And why animal attacks have been happening a lot lately? It's because you're running with werewolves Lydia."

"You're lying! Werewolves don't exist!"

"Really, then give me what I ask for and I shall prove you wrong."

I stood in the abandoned house, in front of a hole six feet deep. I held out my left hand and held a sharp blade in my right. I quickly slashed my wrist and let the blood rip down the hole. After a few minutes an almighty roar came from the hole and a fully healed Peter Hale crawl out of it. He stood up right and smiled. "Thank you Lydia, and for your help. As a show of my gratitude I won't tear your throat out. Now if you'll excuse me. I have a beta to create." Oh god what have I done! I need to find someone to help me. I need to find Derek.

Thanks for reading.

By the way this isn't a Lydia fic. I just thought it would be a nice way to open up the story.

Anyway please review.

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