Title : Midnight Scourge
Author : Tariq ( formerly Aeris Jade Orion )
Rating : R
Pairing : SM/AA
Timeline : Season Two
Summary : Scott gets bitten by a vampire.

Authors note: It's unbeta'd. At the moment I
have no beta reader for this genre. So drop me
a line if you're interested.

Second, due to health issues, and taking care
of my disabled mom, I haven't been able to
write much. But over the last several years
I've managed to slowly write on a number
of stories.

What I've decided to do is go ahead and
publish what I've managed to put together.
The stories are unfinished, and sometimes,
the last chapter I worked on is unfinished.
Plus, there maybe multiple chapters, each one a
different version. Just warning everyone.

So I apologize in advance.

Disclaimer : Not mine. All characters belong
to MTV

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Prologue
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Scott cursed at the now useless bicycle. He was
out in the middle of nowhere. On a freeway, half
way to L.A., and had a flat tire. His backpack
was filled with all the possession's he was taking
with him, and there was no way he was calling home
for help.

What was left of his life in Beacon Hill's was a
disastor. Stiles had gotten together with Lydia.
Finally. His best friend was so engrossed with
the strawberry blonde, he doubted a piece of
paper could be slid between them.

Scott's grades were so bad on his graduation day,
he hadn't gotten into any college. His options
were down to either community college, or
continueing to work for Deaton. The same night
he'd heard his mom crying softly in her room.

Then there was Allison and Gerard. The old man
had played them beautifully. Gerard had called
in his favor, and Mrs. Argent had planned out
a way to break-up their not so secret dating.

With Derek using Erica to try and lure him into
the werewolf pack, it had all come together in
an explosion. Six months ago, Allison had snapped.
The hunter in training had broken up with him.

In turn, Erica had tried, very aggressively to
move in. He had rejected her. He had also rejected
Derek. But the damage was done. He'd never gotten
Allison back.

" Need a ride? "

He glanced up in surprise. A large, silver SUV
had pulled to the side of the road in front of
him and he hadn't noticed.

A muscular, handsome man stood before him. Wearing
an immaculate, expensive suit. He had pale, white
skin. Black eyes. Carefully styled, well trimmed
black hair. An expensive, Rolex watch.

" Do you mind? " He nervously asked.

" I wouldn't offer, if I did. " The man chuckled
deeply. He reached back and opened the hatch of
his SUV. " Put your bike in, son. "

" Thanks. " Scott lifted his bike up.

" Headed to L.A. ? "

" Yes, sir. " He carefully sat the bike inside.
Then slammed the hatch shut.

" Me, too. " The man smiled slightly. " Oh,
forgive me. I'm Robert Cross. "

" Scott McCall. " He shook his hand. " Nice to
meet you, sir. "

" The pleasures all mine. " Robert assured.

Scott headed to the passenger side, and opened
the door, tossing his bookbag into the floorboard.
A feeling of caution was pounding in his head, but
he didn't care. He was tired, heartbroken, and
had no idea what to do with his life.

Still, if he'd paused, and looked back for just
a second. He would have seen Robert studying him
with red eyes and a two small, needle like fangs.

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Allison hid behind the corner of the wall. Her
back pressed tightly against it. Something was
going on with Gerard and she was determined to
find out what.

" Is he gone? " Her mom demanded.

" Yes. " Gerard cheerfully replied. " I watched
him sneak out of his mom's house tonight. He took
his bike and headed for the interstate. I had one
of the hunters follow him several miles. If she's
right, he's headed for L.A. "

" Wonderful. " Her mom sighed in relief. " Our
plans worked perfectly. Especially your blackmail.
Though I still say you took an awfull gamble on
him not telling Allison about your little stunt. "

" Nonsense. I had the boy pegged from the get go. "
Her grandfather chuckled. " The minute I stuck my
knife into him, and threatened to kill his mom, he
knew I would kill Allison if he so much as opened
his mouth. He wouldn't dare risk her life. "

" You're not serious. " Her mom coldly spoke.

" I taught Kate everything she knew. " Gerard
coldly spoke back. " Human or werewolf.
Sacrifices must be made. Family included. Allison
was corrupted by Scott. I had to do what was
neccessary to save her. If I had to kill her,
so be it. Thankfully, Scott understood what
he had to do to save her, and he played the
part to the tee. "

" Yes, thankfully. " Her mom muttered.

She pressed her fingertips to her lips, tears
threatening to fall.

" I wasn't sure he would. " Gerard admitted. " He
can't lie worth a fig. Muchless act. Yet, he
played the rabid werewolf like a pro. He has Allison
believing all monster's must be killed. I can
train her now, exactly as I trained Kate. She
is ready to do whatever is neccessary now. "

" You can't honestly expect her to kill humans. "
Her mom sounded horrified.

" She will sleep with whoever I want. She will
kill anyone I say. She will torture whoever I
want. No matter what age or what they are. "
Gerard said without a hint of emotion. " By the
time I'm through with her. She won't have any
emotions left. She will be the perfect hunter. "

Allison shook with fury, fear, and disbelief.
Scott had saved her life, but for what? She loved
him, and they had both been manipulated.

Shots rang out from the office. A thud followed.
Slowly, she slipped around the corner, and pushed
the office door open. Staring at the scene inside
numbly.

Her mom was standing with a gun in her hand. The
red head glanced casually back at her. Not a
trace of surprise at seeing her. The older woman
clicked the safety back on, and reholstered her
gun.

Gerard was laying dead on the hard wood floor.
A single gunshot wound to the middle of his
forehead.

" I couldn't let him make you into another
Kate. " Victoria said.

" And Scott? " She demanded.

" What kind of future could you have with him? "
Her mother shot back harshly. " He's stuck in
a minimium pay job at a small animal clinic. No
College will take him. He lives with his mother.
He's a mongreal! A werewolf! "

" I LOVE HIM! " She screamed in fury. " He's
willing to do anything to protect me! Even if
it's from my own damned family! "

Her mother grimanced in guilt.

" I'm going after him. " She announced firmly.

" Think about this! " Her mom tried to stop
her. " Do you think the other hunters will
let this stand? They'll not only go after him,
they'll go after you! "

" Let them! " She declared. " I'll kill anyone
who come's near us. I'll declare war on the
entire hunter's guild. "

She snatched up her jacket on the way out. Fury
raging inside. She was so far gone, she was ready
to do some hunting of her own. Except werewolves
weren't on her list.

' I need to get to Stiles and Lydia. ' She headed
for her car. ' Now. '

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Scott tried to open his eyes. The pain in his
body was so intense, he could hardly breathe,
muchless get his eyelids to move.

" Don't bother. " Robert's voice gently came
from beside him. " Your bodies in the process of
trying to adjust. Of course, all things considered
you are supposed to be dead. "

" Wh... " He choked violently.

" I'm a vampire. Over a thousand years old. I've
stopped counting. When I picked you up, it was
for take out. But you got defensive and clawed
me up in return. Some of my blood was swallowed
in the struggle. " Robert tsked. " It should have
killed you, but it didn't. You, boy, are becoming
a hybrid. "

Scott didn't like the sound of that one bit. Being
a werewolf was bad enough. Being some kind of hybrid
of a werewolf vampire was far worse.

" It rarely happens. Maybe once every seven
hundred years. " Robert explained quietly. " But
since I've sired you, I'm now responsible for you.
For now, sleep. "

The young hybrid wanted to protest but a cloud
encompassed his mind. He lost his will to stay
awake, and drifted into darkness.

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" Where is he? " Allison gritted her teeth,
speeding up the car.

" Wait, look! " Stiles pointed to the side of
the road. " His bike! "

She slammed on the brakes, skidding, and turning
hard onto the side. She didn't bother killing the
engine. She yanked the emergency brakes up, and
forced it into park.

Seconds later, she was running around the front
of the car after Stiles toward the dumped bike.

" God, it's demolished. " Lydia poked it with
the toe of her high heel shoe.

It had been twisted into a pretzel. Bent, smashed,
flattened, and tossed aside like a cheap can of
soda. The back wheel had been shredded, but the
front had gone flat at some point.

" Where's Scott? " Stiles glanced around.

" There's no blood. " Lydia pointed out.

" His helmet's not here. " Stiles also noticed.
" Or his pack. "

Allison wrapped her arms around herself as a
sudden wind chilled her.

" So what happened to him? " She demanded softly.

There was no answer.

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To Be Continued