Hesperos Nyxos
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3rd POV
Beacon Hills Animal Clinic
The group that was gathered in the clinic looked at Satomi and Deaton who had grim faces that were painted with concern. Scott looked at the group with slight confusion at first before his mind wondered to what his sub-consciousness had told him. "Um…guys," Scott began to draw their attention back to him. "I think we are in danger. The dark ones are coming, whoever they are."
Deaton walked over to Scott and helped the young Alpha up. "Easy now Scott, you still look dazed." said Deaton to his apprentice.
As soon as Scott's legs touched the floor, he began to feel dizzy and winded, until the world readjusted itself moments later, and his energy returned to him. The light in the room shone brightly in his eyes causing him to blink a rapidly against its glare. He felt two new waves of power that were not there before cascading through his bones. He could feel that his werewolf and alpha sparks had disappeared and this scared the young Alpha. He could no longer feel anything that used to connected him to being a werewolf. Panic rose through the edges of his bones, closing around his heart and his chest heaved as a sudden loss of breath invaded his lungs. Scott began to heave struggle for breath loudly. He was having an asthma attack.
The constricting feeling around his chest was gone almost as instantaneously as it began. Scott's eyes began to flicker a deep radiant purple, because of a deep cerulean blue and the searing blood red colour of an alpha werewolf that swirled around each other, shining with power. The power displayed in his eyes as the two opposing forces merged dissipated in an instant. His eyes settled on a heterochromatic cerulean blue, a warm chocolate brown, searing blood red and a radiant midnight purple like a kaleidoscope.
Stiles looked at his best friend and brother with awe along with the others besides Liam who was blinking rapidly as Scott had done moments before. His eyes also changed from their baby blue to a heterochromatic sunny blue, a fierce golden yellow and a vibrant forest green colour. "Wow," Stiles said looking at his pack alpha and pup.
Derek looked at both Liam and Scott and understood why Liam's eyes changed after Scott's own changed. Liam was still Scott's Beta. Deaton and Satomi looked at the transformation with keen interest in their eyes. Satomi looked awed by the sight. "Never in my years on this earth have I ever seen eyes like that." She said looking a Liam before her eyes rested solely on Scott. "A different eye colour to represent his states of being. Red of the alpha were wolf, Brown to symbolise his connection to his humanity, blue…well now that I don't know what it represents, purple is the merger of the red of the alpha and the blue to create a new state. The same transformation is reflected in Liam's eyes. Now more than ever the saying your form reflecting the person you are is all the more true with you Scott."
Deaton looked at Scott for a moment. "I know what the blue in his eyes represent." He said as he looked at Derek. "Derek you remember when your mother said that the hale bloodline is one of the oldest werewolf bloodlines?"
Derek gave Deaton a nod of his head for confirmation. "But what does this have to do with Scott and the Dark ones Deaton?" he asked exasperatedly.
Deaton smiled sadly at both Scott and Derek. "It has everything to do with the dark ones and Scott." He answered grimly. "Many eons ago shortly after Lycaon and five of his sons were turned to werewolves there was another son called Nyctimos. He was the boy who had been served to the gods of Olympos. Zeus saw fit as to revive him to life after he cursed his father and five brothers who survived the bolts of lightening. In their new states Lycaon and four of his sons lost their minds and sought retribution from Nyctimos. One by one they attacked except Pallas who rescued he brother and brought him to safety. Years passed as they sought the help of the Druids after Nyctimos drank blood of humans. When the two brothers finally discovered a powerful tribe of Druids they asked the elder for aid and he gave it to them. For Pallas he was given the ability to shift from wolf to human to semi-human and semi-wolf. To Nyctimos they gave the power to control his thirst and abilities."
Stiles looked at Deaton with confusion. "Doc that's a nice story and all, but what does it have to do with—"
"Shut up Stiles." Malia interrupted and signalled for Deaton to continue his story.
Deaton smiled at Malia. "As I was saying," he began again. "After a while the two brothers fell in love with girls of the tribe. Pallas fell in love with one of the girls with no Druid Abilities while Nyctimos fell in love with Amedea the granddaughter of the chief and she with him. At first the Chief was reluctant to allow their union until he saw the true and utter devotion within Nyctimos' eyes for his granddaughter. After many moons of courting their union was sealed with marriage. The two lived happily until time took Nyctimos' beloved from him and eventually through a mournfully heart the gods granted him the blessing of death to see his beloved once more in Elysium. From their union came a son and daughter both of whom gained the power of their Druid heritage and this continued until it reached Scott."
Satomi looked at the Deaton as she too recognised the story of Nyctimos. "That only explains the fate of Nyctimos and not his brother Pallas." She said looking at Derek and Malia. "This will affect both of you greatly."
Deaton gave curt nod. "For Pallas life was not any different from that of his brother. He spent many moons courting his beloved Aelene. Like his brother Pallas and his wife Aelene lived for many years together until time took Aelene. Pallas' heart gave way in the wake of her passing. The gods blessed him as he was also able to join his beloved in Elysium. From the union a single child was born and this child carried with in him the werewolf trait just without the immortality of his father. Generations passed until a thousand years ago when they adopted the name Hale as their house name. Yes Malia and Derek, your family goes back to the very beginning. It was because of your powerful bloodline that Scott's birthright was awakened. You family is the purest family of all werewolves, because you were never bitten. You have the ability to shift into the form of a wolf because of your lineage."
Scott looked at Deaton. "So you are saying that Derek and I are related?" he asked and Deaton smiled, but shook his head.
"You two are barely related anymore. I am inclined that there is a greater chance of being related to Liam than Derek. Seven thousand years has diluted your relation to the point where it is virtually nonexistent. It does not help that Pallas and Nyctimos were half brothers. So no Scott you two are not really related." answered Deaton. "Nyctimos' descendents lived along the Mediterranean for thousands of years while the Hales moved to the shores of Britain. It was only eighty years ago that your Great Grandfather Antipas Nyxos changed your family name to McCall to help your Grandfather Ariston integrate into the United States. Your father Rafael was named such to keep in touch with your Mediterranean heritage and your middle name—"
"Hesperos." Scott said softly.
Liam looked at Scott. "What does it mean?" he asked.
"It means Evening light." said Scott. "My dad changed our last name back to Nyxos when I after I was born, but my mom decided to stick with McCall as it sounds more American than either Delgado or Nyxos. I was going to change it back to Nyxos eventually and I still am now more so than before."
Deaton smiled at Scott. "That is good Scott, but you must know the implications of being a descendent of Nyctimos." said Deaton solemnly at Scott. "Your ancestor was for a lack of a better word…a vampire and now so are you Scott."
"But I still feel like a werewolf." Scott interjected. "How can I be both?"
Satomi looked at him and sighed. "Scott, you are no longer a werewolf nor are you a vampire." She said. "You are something new and powerful."
Derek and Malia looked at each other before their eyes landed on Dr Deaton. Their eyes were alight with confusion and slight wonderment at the turn of events. "I hate to stop this history lesson, but you still haven't told us who or what these dark ones are." said Malia. "How do we kill them?"
Stiles put his arms around her neck and whispered. "We don't kill people."
Malia rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. "You know what I mean Stiles." She said flatly.
Satomi stood stark still for a few second before she exhaled a heavy breath. "The Dark ones are Dark Druids. I don't mean Darachs. Dark Druids were never Druids that serve the balance of nature. They draw power from all the dark forces that exist in this world. They are channel black magic to do their bidding. True dark Druids are rarely ever born. The power a true Dark Druid has is greater than the power the Darach would have gained if she managed to sacrifice the twelve souls. When Dark Druids begin to age they begin to will steal the life force of others to prolong their own lives," she paused with a sighing breath. "Deaton and I have only told you where Nyctimos and Pallas went after their transformation, but don't you wonder what happened to Lycaon and his other four sons?" Satomi looked around as no one said anything to the elder alpha werewolf. "No? Well I will tell you where they ended up. They encountered a coven of dark Druids much like Pallas and Nyctimos. The Dark Druids taught them how to shift forms like the Druids did for Pallas. Naturally it came with a price and that price was that they become extremely animalistic…even more so than before. They bit and killed mercilessly for fun. They are the origins of all modern werewolves outside of the Hale family. All true alphas were werewolves transformed or born of the Hale bloodline. Deucalion is a demon wolf, because of the bloodline that bit him."
Scott looked around the room looking dazed with information influx. "Doc, I think this is too much information for now." He said. "And besides we had a pretty busy day to begin with. I think we should continue this later when we are not so weighed down."
Deaton gave Scott a look of understanding. "Perhaps you are right and we need to convene at another time." He said. "But before you leave, don't forget about the danger that has arisen."
Derek gave Scott a brotherly look before he left with Braeden leaving behind the five high school kids to come up with excuses as to why they didn't attend practice as they left the clinic. The group got into Stiles' jeep and drove off home. Liam was the first to be dropped off, then Kira until it was just Malia, Stiles and Scott.
Stiles looked at Scott. "Dudes, what are you going to do about your eyes?"
Scott didn't respond as he had a faraway look in his eyes before Malia pinched him to get his attention. "Scott, are you listening?" she asked.
Scott blinked rapidly to end his fierce concentration away from his worries and turned his attention to Malia who looked at him expectedly. "Huh, you were saying?" he asked.
Malia rolled her eyes in indignation. "Stiles asked what are you going to do about your eyes." She said.
"Oh, I wont do anything about them." Scott said simply as they arrived at his driveway. "Look, I'm just as freaked out about this as you are, but panic won't solve anything." Scott got out of the car and sighed. "Look I will see you both later after I try to explain this to my mother. Oh she's going to freak out."
Scott walked away from the Jeep. Inside the Jeep, Stile's eyes widened in horror. "Oh no, my dad is going to kill me for going to Mexico, again without his approval." He said timidly.
Malia laughed joyously at the thought of her boyfriend's dilemma. "I would love to see that." She said clapping happily.
"Well thanks for the support sweetheart. I really feel the love." Stiles said as he drove off with Malia still laughing at him.
Scott slowly walked to front of the doorway to his house. His mind was racing with this new information that he was give, and a cold dread creeping down his spine. He was scared of what will happen when the Dark ones arrive into town. He shook his head not wanting to think of all the collateral damage that Beacon Hills has taken in the last two years. Learning that the greatest threat they will ever face is coming to town was not something that brought joy to his heart young heart.
Scott stood at the front door for a few second and sighed. "Just as I was getting my grade to a 3.6 GPA and back to the 4.0 of before I got bitten." He said sadly to himself as he turned the doorknob of the front door to the house, and shook his head disparagingly at his very apparent misfortune. "Why is it always me?"
He opened the door and walked inside the house only to see his dad talking to his mom about something that must have been important, because they didn't see or hear him come in until he cleared his throat to gather their attention from their discussion. Scott's mother Melissa ran over to her son with worry lines creasing her forehead. "Scott, thank God you are alright." She said in relief.
Scott rubbed the back of his neck after his mom pulled away from the hug and the look on her face told him that he was in big trouble. "Mom I'm fine really." He said hoping to appease her.
Melissa smiles wryly at her son. "That's great honey," She said, "Because you are grounded Mr. So no Stiles for a week."
Scott had a look of horror. "Mom please anything but that." He pleaded.
Rafael walked over to his son and gave him a bone crushing hug. "Scott, I think we need to talk," He said looking a Melissa who was walking over to the kitchen, "As a family."
Melissa stopped in her tracks and retraced her step to look at her ex-husband. "What does this have to do with me?" she asked Rafael gave her a wry look before her shoulders sagged and she went to sit on the couch in the living room.
Rafael looked at his son with deadly seriousness. "Scott, do you know what Druids are?" he asked and Scott gave him a nod. "Good, I see Deaton has already told you about them."
Scott looked at his father with confusion. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
Rafael smiled. "Scott, I know all there is to know about Druids. Our family comes from a very long line of Druids." He said causing Melissa to narrow he eyes. "I sensed your power last night Scott."
"But I'm not a Druid—"
Scott's dad smiled at his oblivious son. "Scott I never said you were a Druid. All I said was that I sensed your power." He interrupted his son. "You are more than that my son judging from the colour of your eyes. You have the blue eyes of a vampire like our ancestor Nyctimos, the warm brown of our clan, the searing red of an Alpha werewolf and the radiant purple of being both a werewolf and vampire. You bare both a curse and a blessing my son. Being a vampire was blessing from the gods and being a werewolf was a curse from the gods plus being born a Druid. I would imagine you would rank very high in the supernatural world, mayhaps you could be called a demigod in terms of power. Now tell me everything"
Scott proceeded to tell his father everything that has happened to him in the last two years.
Chapter 3 is done and sorry for the delay. I hope you thought it was pleasant. I just wanted to get most of the mysteries of his family and what he is out of the way, so we could concentrate of the actual plot. Before anyone asks, yes Scott will have mild magic abilities, but don't expect him to shoot fire from his hands or fly. Being a vampire/werewolf won't change his transformation or his abilities all that much. He is only 17 years old.
