There will be mentions of blood but not very graphic.

Now Deaton's place, the vets, was usually where he'd be situated. It also seemed to always emit a welcoming sort of atmosphere. Deaton himself, although he did sometimes act seclusive, was a friendly trustworthy man. Therefore when John and Melissa walked in they didn't feel like they were being watched or judged but rather that they were to be helped and guided through this stressful situation.

You see Deaton's place may as well have a huge flashing sign over the top of it saying "If you have a ghoul or being not of normal life then I'm your man." Albeit he probably regretted the decision to assist after all the shenanigans he had had to deal with as of late. One or twice he was even in danger because of said decision to help.

But he always helped either way. After all where would they be without him. What would Beacon Hills be like without him?

Chaos that's what!

Perhaps they should show him how much they needed him more often. Maybe he'd begin to see how much they really needed him.

Inside they could hear barking, meowing, tweeting and cages rattling. Obviously the animals were upset about something, and when they were acting like this it never ended well. Often signalling that there was an intruder or that something had happened to Deaton himself.

The animals somewhat seemed to understand that when someone not of their pack or someone not human was inside that they usually meant they were there for a bad reason. Hurtful reasons.

On instinct, seemingly noticing that something had definitely happened, The Sheriff pulled out his gun. A hand outstretched to gently guide Melissa to stand behind him. To not cause a fuss or ask questions. She, not wanting to be useless if it came down to a fight, grabbed the fire hydrant attached to the wall beside her. If she saw someone then she'd smack them. Hard. Enough to at least maim or knock them out.

Now in Sheriff mode, he peaked around into the next room. This room being the room in which Deaton usually conducted his procedures and such. And upon seeing no one he advance forward; Melissa closely following behind.

Here they were an odd fighting duo to observe. One trained in this sort of thing and the other a nurse. Someone typically known to help others when they were in need. Not someone, who in theory, was aiming to put them there.

Another corner and once again no Deaton. This was becoming worrying. This was beginning to feel suspicious.

The only thought; the main thought going through Jon's mind was "What if the person who has possibly taken Deaton was the witch? Or what if they know her?" It was a plausible theory. The individual might want Derek and his pack out of the way. Weakened so that they were unable to stand in their way. Or perhaps they were just getting ahead of themselves. It was hard to tell.

They couldn't be sure if Deaton was taken, not until the entire place was searched. They needed someone to help them and to tell them what they could do. They needed their teenage boys back.

Even thought they were cute for now, but it wasn't the same.

They both considered yelling, asking if someone was there but what if it was the voice they wanted to hear? What if it was someone much more powerful than them? If someone was actually there surely one of their first actions would be to destroy all evidence pointing to them. They might kill or take Deaton if he was still within the building right now. So they'd move round slowly and quietly.

Upon searching the rest of the building they came across blood. A lot of blood. Tools were broken and scattered; discarded on the floor like trash.

Mel turned to John, whispering, "What do we do now?" Fear evident but mostly hidden.

John answered, a similar tone to his voice, "We need to find Deaton. He's likely injured judging by the blood. But we know he fought them, there was an obvious struggle. I doubt he didn't manage to put his own amount of damage to the other person."

Melissa had an idea, "If we get Derek, do you think he could possibly track Deaton's scent and whoever else's he can pick up?"

"Yeah," John pulled out his phone, "You continue searching the room. See if you can find anything important. I'll call Derek."

I'm adding a little bit of mystery to the story. Hope it's enjoyable. Let me know what you think. Thanks