"What's your name?" The school secretary looked at me, bored.

"Bonnie Auryon." I told her. "I just moved here."

"Okay." The woman sighed, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to me. "On the front is your schedule. On the back is your locker number. Enjoy."

"Thanks." I muttered, shoving the paper into my pocket.

"Hey, Bonnie." Allison approached me with a bright smile.

"Hey, Ally." I smiled back. "You okay?"

"Yeah, Lydia and I arranged a meeting with Scott and Stiles. I want you to come." Allison told me.

"Oh yeah, you want me to meet my mission." I said.

"Yeah." Allison said and grabbed my hand, pulling me to a classroom where Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and an unfamiliar man stood.

"Who's this?" The man said.

"Bonnie Auryon." I introduced myself. "Who are you?"

"Derek Hale." He said.

"Nice to meet you." I said.

"Why is she here?" Scott spat.

"She's important." Allison said.

"Does she know about us?" Scott asked.

"Yes, she does." Allison said. "And she is here for a reason."

"And what is that reason?" Stiles spoke up.

"I'm here to protect somebody." I said.

"None of us need any protection." Derek said, confused.

"Yeah, one of you do." I smiled and looked at Stiles. "I've been assigned to protect Stiles."

"Uh, why?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know. I was just told to protect you until there is no threat to your life." I told him.

"So, what are you?" Lydia said.

"A dhampir." I said.

"What the hell is a dhampir?" Stiles said.

"Half human, half vampire." Derek said. "They have vampire powers but do not have vampire weaknesses."

"So if I shoved a cross in your face, it wouldn't hurt?" Scott asked.

"It would hurt you if I shoved it up your a-" I started.

"Okay!" Stiles stopped me. "None of that talk here."

"So, do you have to drink blood?" Lydia asked.

"No." I rolled my eyes. "I eat human food."

"So, what are your weaknesses?" Stiles asked.

"Decapitation and removing my heart." I said. "I also cannot regenerate a missing limb."

"Well, after that exciting information session, what am I really here for?" Derek asked.

"This." Allison said and held her arm up next to Lydia's, showing the matching bruises.

"I don't see anything." Derek said.

"Look again." Scott sighed.

"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek drawled.

"Boyd and Erica are two missing werewolves." Stiles whispered to me.

"I know." I whispered back. "Well, I knew there were two missing betas, I just didn't know their names."

"It's the same on both sides." Scott said, ignoring the both of us. "Exactly the same."

"It's nothing." Derek said monotonously.

"Pareidolia." Lydia said. "Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia!"

"They're trying to help." Scott said.

"These two?" Derek said incredulously. "This one." Derek pointed to Lydia. "Who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you." Derek pointed to Allison. "And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack."

"Okay, alright, now come on." Stiles reasoned. "No-one died, alright? Look, there may have been a little maiming, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction."

"Didn't Kate Argent and a bunch of humans die at the hands of the Alpha?" I asked.

"Okay, there may have been a little death." Stiles muttered.

"My mother died." Allison said softly.

"Your family's little honor code killed your mother, not me." Derek said.

"A girl's looking for Scott." Allison said. "I'm here to help him, not you."

"Wanna help?" Derek said. "Find something real."

"Give her a chance." Scott said lowly to Derek as he stopped him from leaving. "They're on our side now."

"Maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night." Derek muttered.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I listened to the conversation. "The hell?" I mumbled.

"What?" Stiles said.

"Nothing." I fumbled, knowing he didn't have supernatural hearing. "It's nothing."

"So, what kind of powers do you have?" Stiles questioned.

"Uh, I can run fast, I can see things from far away, I have super hearing, I can smell things from a mile away, I can sense the presence of supernatural beings, I'm unable to forget even the smallest things, I can bench-press cars, I have amazing agility, I don't age past 21, and I can heal from any type of wound except amputation." I rambled.

"That is amazing." Stiles nodded.

"Well, dhampirs are definitely better than werewolves. If you put me in a race with Scott, I would probably win by a mile." I smirked.

"I don't doubt that." Stiles chuckled.


High school was definitely not something I wanted to do. There was no gymnastics team so I couldn't express my amazing agility to be thrown up at inhuman heights and still land on the ground with no difficulty. There was a cross country team so I had definitely signed myself up for that. But for now, I was sat in Economics class with the lacrosse coach who looked like someone who had anger problems.

"The stock market is based on two principles." Coach Finstock said. "What are they?" Scott was the only one to raise his hand. "Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?"

"No, Coach, I know the answer." Scott said.

The coach let out a raucous laugh but stopped when he realized Scott wasn't joking. "Oh, you're serious."

"Yeah. It's risk and reward." Scott stuttered.

"Wow!" Coach Finstock exclaimed. "Who are you and what have you done with McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better." Coach Finstock stood up and surveyed the class. "Anyone have a quarter?"

I watched Stiles dig into his pockets, trying to grab a quarter he supposedly had. But when he pulled out his hand, a condom packet flew out and landed in front of Coach Finstock's feet. I looked at the blue foil packet that was on the ground and saw that it was an XXL condom. I seriously doubted that Stiles was that big. He had to be at least an XL size.

"Stilinski, I think you, uh, dropped this." Coach Finstock bent down and picked up the condom wrapper and placed it on Stiles' desk. "And congratulations."

I kicked Stiles' chair and he turned towards me. "You didn't really get laid last night, right?" I asked.

"Well... uh... no, my 'sexual partner' sorta disappeared when I found the condom." Stiles stuttered.

"Weird." I muttered.

"Risk and reward!" Coach Finstock bellowed. "Put the quarter in the mug and win the reward." The coach placed the mug on the ground and crouched down, holding the quarter in his hand, blowing on it. He bounced the quarter and it landed perfectly in the mug. The room erupted in clapping. "That's how you do it. Danny, risk or reward?" He threw the quarter to a Hawaiian boy sitting in the front row.

"What's the reward?" Danny asked.

"You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." Coach Finstock said.

"Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it." Danny explained.

"Danny, you know, I really expect more from you at this point. Really." Coach Finstock said in disappointment and then slammed the quarter down onto Scott's desk. "McCall, risk or reward?"

"This is stupid." I mumbled.

"The risk is if you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the quiz." Coach Finstock explained. "And you have to write an essay. Risk: more work. Reward: no work at all. Or choose not to play."

"But, isn't this just chance?" Scott asked.

"No. You know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience." Coach Finstock said. "All factors affecting the outcome. So, what's it gonna be, McCall? More work? No work? Or choose not to play?" Scott put down the quarter. "No play. Okay. Who's next?" Stiles drummed his hands on his desk excitedly. "There you go! There's a gambling man!" Stiles stood up and took the quarter from the coach. "Come on! Step up!" Stiles walked to the front of the class and prepared himself to throw the quarter.

I looked up to see the classroom door open and an older man in a Sheriff's uniform walk into the room. He looked at Stiles and called for him. Stiles walked out of the room to talk to the man and I tuned into my hearing to listen to the conversation.

"What do you know about Heather's disappearance?" The Sheriff said.

"I couldn't find her." Stiles explained. "I figured she'd hooked up with her other friends. Has no-one really seen her since last night?"

"We put out an APB but..." The Sheriff stammered. "Stiles, all her friends say you're the last person who saw her."

"Me?" Stiles exclaimed.

"We hope that she didn't make any bad decisions on how much she had to drink." The Sheriff said. "If you remember anything else, you call me."

"Yes! Reward!" I was knocked back into the atmosphere of the classroom as the coach yelled when Danny had landed the quarter into the mug. "Okay, who's next? Greenberg, put your hand down, you don't have a chance."


After the end of Economics class, Allison had sent me a text, telling me to come to the library. Since I had a free period, I obliged and entered the library, immediately noticing Allison and Lydia sitting at a table.

"Hey, Ally." I greeted, sitting next to her. I saw that she had a sketchbook in front of her and she was drawing the bruise that was on her arm.

"Hey, Bonnie." Allison said.

"I want one." Lydia said distractedly and I turned to see two twin boys stood in front of a bookcase.

I felt something weird coming from them. I think it was my supernatural aura, telling me they weren't human but I decided not to tell the girls in case I was wrong.

"Which one?" Allison whispered with a grin on her face.

"The straight one, obviously." Lydia said, taking a sip of her coffee.

I turned again to see one of the twins giving a flirty smile to Danny. The Hawaiian boy smiled back but bumped into a boy who was getting up from a table. Smooth. I turned back to Allison and she was holding Lydia's coffee cup, observing it.

"What if it's not a symbol?" Allison asked and looked up. "What if it's actually a logo?" She noticed that Lydia had disappeared. For the third time, I turned towards the twins and saw Lydia flirting with the 'straight one'.

"How cute." I commented.

"Well, she sorta deserves it, since her last boyfriend was a homicidal lizard." Allison said.

"Was his name Jackson Whittemore?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" Allison said.

"Just curious." I said.

Allison typed into the search engine 'Beacon Hills business logos' and up came a bunch of images. She pointed out one for the abandoned bank in town.

"Maybe that's it." Allison observed.

"Yeah, maybe." I said.

"I gotta go somewhere tomorrow night. How about you head somewhere with Stiles?" Allison said.

"Okay, sure." I nodded.


"Hey, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked as I entered some huge loft.

"I followed your scent here. Allison is running some sorta errand and I didn't want to sit here feeling like I couldn't help." I explained.

"Who are you?" A deep voice scared me. I looked towards the person who it came from who was revealed to be a burly man.

"I'm Bonnie Auryon." I introduced myself. "Assigned to Beacon Hills to protect Stiles Stilinski from all harm that is directed towards him."

"Well, I'm Peter Hale. Former Alpha and not assigned to protect anyone as I only care about myself." The man said.

"Nice to meet you." I said. "Also, I'm a dhampir."

"Wow, a dhampir." Peter said. "The first one I've ever met."

"Probably the last. I'm the only one in California." I shrugged.

"I can't take waiting like this." Stiles blurted. "You know, it's nerve wracking. My nerves are wracked. Severely wracked. Wracked!"

"I could beat you unconscious." Peter drawled as he sat down on a sofa. "Wake you when it's over."

"You know I will have to beat you unconscious if you think about laying a hand on him." I told the werewolf.

"It was just a suggestion." Peter reasoned.

"You think Erica's really dead?" Stiles asked.

"You think I really care?" Peter said.

"I just don't understand the bank, though." Stiles stammered. "Why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something?"

"Possibly because they had limited time to capture the two werewolves and could only find the bank in such short notice?" I suggested.

"Actually, there was three werewolves. Isaac said he saw another girl in there that wasn't Erica." Stiles rambled.

"Wait, what?" I said. "Could it be someone we know?"

"I don't think so." Stiles said. "We thought it was the girl who rescued Isaac."

"Well, it definitely wasn't her. Braeden was human." I told him.

"You know her name?" Stiles furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah, we worked together in Russia. She's one of my closest friends." I said. "Well, she was one of my closest friends."

"They're werewolves, not Bond villains." Peter said, interrupting our conversation.

"Wait a second. Maybe they're living there. Maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens." Stiles suggested.

"Stiles, I'm pretty damn sure werewolves don't live in dens. I think they live in houses." I told him.

"How would you know?" Stiles said.

"Well, Derek and Peter used to live in a huge house with their werewolf family before it was burnt down." I said lightly, not wanting to anger the werewolf beside me. "Now Derek lives here. Scott lives in a house. Isaac probably lives here or something. And I'm pretty sure the Alpha pack don't live in a dusty old bank vault when they have the power to intimidate people into letting them live in some luxurious apartment."

"Fair point." Stiles muttered.

"Where do you live?" I asked Peter.

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods." Peter said sarcastically.

"Woah, really?" Stiles asked excitedly.

"No, you idiot." Peter laughed. "I live in an apartment downtown."

"Okay, but that proves they're just something up with the bank." Stiles exclaimed. "And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?"

"Maybe they think it's poetic." Peter said calmly, probably trying to contain his anger as Stiles asked countless questions, one after another.

"They've already had three full moons to be poetic." Stiles explained.

"And here, you've only had one full hour to be so annoy-" Peter stopped.

"No, go ahead. Finish what you were saying. I'm annoy- what?" Stiles taunted.

"What are the walls made of?" Peter said, sitting up.

"What?" Stiles said in confusion then looked towards the ceiling of the loft. "I don't know. Wood, brick..."

"No, the vault, the walls." Peter interrupted. "What are they made out of?" He started looking through the papers with the bank layout printed on them. "Where would it say that?" He stopped on one page. "It doesn't say it. Where would it say it? The materials, the type of stone."

"Oh, here." Stiles reached into his backpack and pulled out a pile of paper, handing it to Peter. "It's gotta be in there."

Peter flipped through the booklet and found what he was looking for. All three of us scanned over the information and realized what was wrong.

"Stiles, call Scott." I ordered.

"On it." Stiles pulled out his cellphone and dialed in Scott's number, putting it on speaker when the call was received.

"Stiles, now is not the best time." Scott said.

"Scott, you gotta listen to me! You gotta get out of there!" Stiles yelled. "Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight."

"What does that mean?" Scott asked.

"It keeps the moonlight out." I said. "They haven't felt the full moon in months."

"Think of it like the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days to make them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it." Peter explained.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger." Stiles said.

"More savage." Peter said.

"More bloodthirsty." I said.

"Scott, they're the lions." Peter said lowly. "They're the starved lions and you and Derek just stopped into the Colosseum."

All that we could hear on the other end was growling. Stiles kept shouting for Scott but the call was dropped after one final growl.

"They're in big trouble." I muttered.


Third chapter, yay! So the gang, except Isaac, knows what Bonnie is! And Stiles now knows that she is there to protect him. Possibly, in the next chapter, Stiles will want to know even more so that will be explained in the next chapter. I hope that this chapter won't take too long to update and if you read my TWDG fic, Lead Me Home, then that will hopefully be updated soon. Please review! It would make me happy!