(Chapter 1) Out of the Darkness

Dr. Alan Deaton sat in his office, in the early hours of the morning, doing what seemed to him like a mountain of paper work. Lately there had been a surge in the number of cats coming into his office. Just that day he had seen twelve cats. He wondered what the special occasion was. A thought past through his mind and he wondered if it could have any supernatural significance. Then his mind drifted to Scott and his pack. The tiny pack had faced nothing but trouble since their start as a pack, and lately it seemed as if things were going to get a-lot worse before they got better. All manner of supernatural beings were coming out of the woodwork in the small town. Poor Lydia, the wailing woman had gone hoarse from the rising number of deaths. Even that night the pack had been planning to go investigate some recent deaths that had the police and even himself baffled, because they were supernatural creatures that one would think to be hard to kill. So it was possible that a rise in cats could be related... but how? Heaving a deep sigh and taking a sip of his coffee, he leaned back over the paper he was currently working on. It was going to be a long boring night.

Suddenly the doors burst open causing the Doctor to jump straight up in his seat and giving him what he thought for a second to be a mild heart attack. A blood covered Scott rushed in carrying Kira who was equally covered in blood. Behind him Derek came through the doors also covered in blood and carrying Malia. The rest of Scott's pack quickly followed all covered in blood and looking terrified.

"Doc, Please," Scott cried laying Kira on the table. "You have to help her!"

Scott was obviously highly upset by the tears that streamed down his face and mixed with the blood smeared on his cheeks. Derek lay Malia down on the other table in room and quickly backed away as Stiles rushed forward to fret over the girl who had come to mean so much to him. A mixture of fear and anger caused his body to tremble almost violently. As he touched her limp body small electric pulses crackled from his fingertips causing him to quickly jump back and look at his hands with a confused look. Deaton instantly jumped up and rushed over to the girls. As he came close his eyes widened at their injuries. It was quite clear the group had been in one hell of a fight. They were all covered in scratches. But the girls who lay unmoving on the tables... Deaton could already tell that even if they were still alive now they wouldn't be for long...Their wounds were to severe. There was a strange energy coming from them that he had never seen before. Malia was not healing as she should be, and Kira...He could no longer sense her kitsune spirit armor surrounding her. It was as if it had been ripped away. But the good doctor rolled up his sleeves and quickly began to work praying there was something, anything he could do to save them...

(Several hours later)

The pack stood silently around the two bodies of the girls. It had not been long before Lydia had opened her mouth to release a scream that rattled the windows as the girls spirits left their bodies. Scott had pleaded to use his spark to try to heal them. But Deaton had forbidden it. Even if Scott were a true alpha, there was no way to heal the wounds. It would only result in the loss of his own life as well as theirs. Scott slammed his fist down onto a different table causing it to break in two. Derek stood back quietly with his arms crossed attempting not to show the sorrow he felt. Liam simply looked away. The loss hit the pack hard. Deaton walked over to a nearby cabinet to pull out two sheets to cover the held on tightly to Stiles who began to sob into her neck, and as he did rain began to fall outside the windows of the vet clinic

"We have to call Stiles' father soon." He said with a heavy heart as he pulled a sheet over Malia. "But first...I need to know what happened...I've never seen these wounds before..."

Silence surrounded the room. No one raised their head to speak. Finally Derek sighed and spoke not bothering to look up.

"We were tracking a pack of were-yena that recently turned up."

"Were-yena!?" Deaton asked with a suprised voice.

Derek nodded. "Stiles figured out that they were the ones killing other supernatural creatures trying to gain their power. They were using this...special divine knife to kill them and steal their souls."

Deaton shook his head. Though the were-yena were not often seen out of Africa. They were dangerous creatures, especially to other supernatural creatures. "No wonder there were so many deaths."

Liam stepped forward to speak up. "We were celebrating Stiles' eighteenth birthday when Lydia called us. We finally found them...We started to fight... Scott, Derek and I were busy fighting. Stiles tried to get the knife away from one of them, and got cornered. But then these other creatures showed up. They killed all the yena without even breaking a sweat. Then they went after Stiles. Malia and Kira tried to stop them... " He said quietly before his voice trailed off. "Deaton I've never seen anything like them. "

"What did they look like?" Deaton asked curiously.

"Well," Derek said looking around and running a hand through his hair. "Its hard to explain. At first I thought they were tigers. But they were too big. I've never seen a tiger that size. They had strange coloring as well. One was a bright golden color with hardly any visible stripes and the other was black with white stripes. But the strangest thing was they both had these horns."

Derek stopped seeing the color drain from Deaton's face.

"Deaton are you alright?" Scott asked concerned that the emissary was going to faint.

"A-and you say there were two of them?" Deaton asked.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Deaton instantly stood up straight and walked around his desk like a robot. He pulled out a suitcase from underneath one of the cabinets and began to fill it with his personal items. The others looked highly confused.

"Deaton?" Scott asked again as he walked over to the desk. "Deaton, What's going on?"

Deaton didn't respond but instead kept packing.

"DEATON!" Scott shouted.

Finally Deaton looked up causing everyone's eyes to go wide. The man looked completely terrified.

"What's going on? What did this?" Scott demanded."I need to know."

"No you don't," Deaton said quietly. "Scott right now you need to go home pack your things, get your Mom, and get out of town. ALL of you need to leave right now!" He said looking around at the others.

Scott stared at his boss, now horrified, and quickly becoming angry.

"What are you talking about?! I'm not going anywhere. I need to know what did this? What are those MONSTERS?" He said raising his voice.

"Those monsters are stronger than anything any of you have ever faced before." Deaton said calmly. "Those things are the nightmares of the monsters you dreamed of as children. They are not something you try fight or get revenge from. They are the things that you run, not walk, RUN away from as far away and as fast as you can...and you pray that they chose someone else. I'm sorry for these girls deaths I really am. But honestly I don't know how ANY of you are even alive." He said looking around the room at the shocked faces.

Then he gave a deep sigh and sat down at his desk covering his eyes with his hands. Scott slowly walked up and placed his hands on Deaton's desk. He wasn't sure how to react. Part of him wanted to grab Deaton by the shirt and throw him across the room until he told him what those things were and how he was supposed to kill them. Another part of him had never seen the vet so frightened before, and that really un-nerved him.

"Deaton?" He asked quietly. "What were those things?"

"They are called the Faeranai" Deaton said with out looking up.

Everyone turned as they heard Derek take in a quick breath. "That's not possible" He said gruffly. "They're only myths."

Deaton removed his hands to look at the wolf. "That's what ninety percent of the population says about you and yet here you are."

Derek quickly became very interested in the floor. During this time Stiles had released himself from Lydia and had begun to step forward.

"Wait, what is a Faeranai?" He asked coming to stand beside Scott.

Deaton gave a deep sigh as he stared at them for a moment. Then he got up and walked over to a nearby book case. He quickly found what he was looking for an ancient looking book complete with a leather buckle on it. He lay the book open on his desk and began to read from it.

"Throughout time, faeranai have been known to mankind as the guardians of the gods. They are seen in all cultures in one version or another. They come in many different forms but the most common form is that of a large horned tiger. Like most werewolves and skin changer they have a human and animal form. They are born as human children and later bitten by another faeranai that is sent by the gods. But unlike werewolves, they have no choice in becoming a faeranai. They are pre-chosen by the gods before their birth and given a special power that they grow up with and master before their mentor faeranai comes to bite them. All faeranai come from what are known as the tragic children. Any child that is chosen to become a faeranai is followed by tragedy and death to strengthen them and prepare them for the life they will lead as faeranai. Most of the select children do not survive until the time when the mentor faeranai comes for them. Those that do survive receive the bite and then disappear to live with their mentor until they are summoned. Once a faeranai is called it must answer the call of the god it is bonded to. Every faeranai has a god that it is bonded for eternity even after death, and every god has two faernai that serves him. The power the faeranai has is directly correlated with the god it belongs to. When a faeranai appears it is usually sent for a specific purpose or command from its master. Faeranai have usually shown up throughout the ages during times of great change or disaster when the gods wanted to become directly involved with man kind or when a new god has awoken and has yet to reach the full capasity of his power." Deaton finished reading and took a breath while all of the information sank in. Stiles was, as usual, the first to speak.

"So...why would these things be here? Can they be killed? Are they evil?"

"From what I understand," Deaton said looking over the book. "They are not evil but they are bound to serve the god they belong to. They are essentially slaves. If the god they serve is evil then so are they. They can live forever...But they are not immortal...However the only time I have ever heard of one being killed was over three hundred years ago. There was a legend that three wolf packs and an army of other supernatural creatures banded together to take down a single faeranai that had gone berserk on a town in France. You would know it as the legend of the beast of Gevaudan. Even though they did eventually kill the thing...it nearly wiped out everyone involved. There were only two survivors out of over one hundred, and that was just with one Faeranai. Tonight you say you saw two..."

Everyone was quiet. No one really knew what to say.

"Why did they do this?" Scott asked quietly staring down at the sheet that covered Kira's body.

"Well, according to the book." Deaton said quietly. "Normally Faeranai stay hidden and away from people, and other supernatural creatures. There is speculation that this is partly due to their past as tragic children. It does say that when they appear they will start to clear the area of supernatural creatures in order to protect the god they serve and send a message to all that the god is claiming that territory. Liam, you said that Kira and Malia attacked them?"

"They were trying to protect me." Stiles said sadly. "After the things killed the Yena. I was holding the knife. They started walking towards me and the girls jumped in front of me." The anguish was plain on his face, small sparks of electricity began to crackle from his fingertips again.

"They might have felt threatened, and maybe attacked in self defense" Isaac said.

"But then why are all the rest of you still alive?" Stiles asked. "Deaton just said they clear out the area they are summoned to of supernatural creatures. Why didn't they carve the rest of you up or me?"

Deaton listened thoughtfully. "How did you get away?"

Scott looked around at the others. "We didn't" He said quietly. "Derek and I saw the fight and tried to get to them. But the things just vanished."

"Maybe they were sent here to get the knife?" Derek asked. "It is suppose to be some sort of holy relic right?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yea but if that were the case then why would I still be alive and have it right here?" He asked as he pulled out an ornate golden knife that looked almost egyptian. He gave a sarcastic look that earned him a glare from the wolf and caused him to quickly retreat to Lydia's side.

Lydia now piped up. "You said that these...creatures have a human form right?"
Deaton nodded in response.

"So would it maybe be possible to find them and talk to them?"

Deaton sighed and shook his head again. "I would not suggest it. There is not much known about these creatures. I don't believe there has ever been a person to speak to them and live to tell about it. The only things I have heard about them are that they are the stuff of nightmares. I've heard of whole towns disappearing because of them, and whole packs of creatures being wiped out. They are built to kill any supernatural kill without second thought or mercy. Even the Oni are frightened of them. I mean...they have existed for thousands of years...There is legend that these are the ORIGINAL supernatural creatures. Besides...as afraid as I am of them, I am even more afraid of what they're being here means."

"What you mean they were sent here by some god to do an errand?" Stiles asked.

"Or because they appear when there is going to be a disaster?" Lydia asked. "Probably caused by them?"

"No," Deaton said quietly. "According to the book only one will appear if it is carrying out the will of the god. One will go and one will stay so that both will not die if something goes wrong. No I don't believe this is an errand.."

"So what does it mean?" Scott asked quietly.

Deaton stared at the book for a moment before looking up at the young werewolf.

"I believe there is a god walking among us here in beacon hills."

The group looked at one another in silence. Deaton stared at Scott still wondering whether or not he should jump on the next bus out of town. But he knew deep down he would never leave Scott and his pack. He cared about them all too much. He just wondered what would be coming for them now. If Faeranai were in the town, then something was definitely coming, and it wasn't going to be good. As the pack stood around wondering at everything that had happened, no one noticed the rain outside had stopped and two pair of glowing eyes staring at them through the darkness of the window, one pair a bright violet, the other a striking emerald.

Author's notes:

Ok so there it is my crazy dream. I hope you enjoyed. Again If you would like to read more of this story please leave a review and let me know. If there isn't enough interest in this story then I will probably put it off for a bit to work on my other stories. Thanks so much for reading! XOXOXOXOXOXO