"Confused, Scott?" Deaton asked from behind the safety of the line of mountain ash on the threshold. Scott stood up, trying to wipe what he knew must've a look of complete and utter confusion, off of his face. He knew he shouldn't have been this surprised. Stiles had warned them of this, yet in the heat of everything Scott completely ignored him. He just couldn't believe that Deaton... the wise, helpful veterinarian could betray him like this! His boss, his mentor...his father figure! It was just to hard of a concept to grasp that Scott just ignored it. Even when it was pretty apparent. Like come on Scott, he thought, Stiles was trapped in his cellar! How much more proof did you need? But that's the saddest part about betrayal... it never comes from your enemies, it comes from your loved ones. Those you trust the most and would never, under any circumstances, believe they'd betray you. Scott had a million things racing through his mind but only one word came to his lips:

"Why?"

Deaton smiled. That's exactly what such a mysterious villain wants to hear. When that question is asked they can finally explain... finally have the chance to watch their victim drown in shock and guilt.

"Beacon Hills was never this corrupted." He began "Not when Talia was alpha..."

"You knew Talia... Talia Hale?" it was Malia who asked.

"Yes... I knew your Aunt." Deaton said almost accusingly. As if Malia being a Hale was an insult. Malia took it as one, she dropped her gaze and took a step away from the door, but her attention immediately snapped back at Deaton's next line.

"Actually...I loved her..." The room was silent. Deaton took a long pause, it was as if a lifetime of memories began to play through him at once. He too dropped his gaze as he pulled something out of his pocket. A triscalade pendant on a long weathered chain. Deaton caressed it softly in his hand, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. "Things were different when I was pack emissary... Talia she was still alive. She was all about protecting the supernatural, that's all she wanted."

"Then why are you doing this?" Kira asked with clenched teeth and a raised sword. "Why're you killing everything she tried to protect?"

"Oh don't be so egotistic, fox!" Deaton spat. "You really think she'd protect you? No, she protected the actual supernatural! The pureblooded supernatural that actually had a purpose. You have no right to call yourselves supernatural!"

Kira's sword dipped as she flinched, clearly taken aback by Deaton's insults, but she was to shocked to answer. Scott couldn't blame her, he felt the same way. If Scott didn't qualify as supernatural... than what the hell was he? And it wasn't like it was his fault he wasn't pure supernatural! He didn't even want to be supernatural! He never asked to be bitten! Scott was about to get mad, but Malia beat him to it.

"So what you're just going to kill every supernatural being in Beacon Hills because they don't meet your special supernatural guidelines? And what about me, Derek and Peter? We all have Hale family blood!"

"Yes... but it's been tainted! Yours with the blood of the Desert Wolf's and Derek... well, I never cared for his father. He could hardly be classified as pure supernatural! It's no wonder Talia kept her maiden name. Peter is really the only pureblooded being here!"

Wow... Scott thought to himself, What a town this'll be, just Deaton and Peter running it all!

"B..but.. Sir, you said... you said I was special-" Deaton's shaggy haired were-wolf stammered.

Was that... Travis? Scott's thought's continued, Isn't he in my Bio class... Focus, Scott focus!

"Ha! Please! I didn't think you were actually that gullible Travis." Deaton smiled to himself, but it quickly faded when Kira spoke.

"What did you do with Lydia? Where is she?"

"Oh your Banshee's fine, I won't kill her just yet... I've got a lot of deaths to keep track of... she'll definitely come in handy! As for you..." Deaton checked his watch. "I think my emergency wolf proofing should begin pretty soon. I'm really glad you could make it here today. It really is a bother having to pay worthless assassins to do a job that's easier to do on your own."

Scott's head began to spin. He needed to think of a way out of here and fast, or else he and all of his friends were going to die!

"Wait I-" He began.

"It's too late Scott." Deaton cut him off, with what almost sounded like pity in his voice. "I'm sorry!"

A rattling noise sounded from above, and then a hissing noise. The four teen's eyes shot to the ceiling. White fog began pouring through the air vents on either side of the room.

"Victoria Argent isn't the only one with a few tricks up her sleeve."