A/N: Sorry this hasn't been updated in awhile, I have a horrible habit of forgetting to update ff when I update AO3. Also this needs a beta if any ones interested.
Chapter 12:
Jeremy had been around a lot of people who wanted to keep him in the dark about things, namely his sister. So, when he found the Sheriff and a young dark haired, brown eyed man whispering in kitching that morning, he knew something was up. They both stopped of course when he entered the room, giving him cheerful smiles. Something he had seen too many times to count. He tried not to be offended by it. He barely knew them and them him. So he returned their smiles and shook Scott's hand when the Sheriff introduced him.
There was something about Scott that had Jeremy studying him. The other boy had this presence about him. Jeremy put it at the back of his mind as they talked. He liked Scott, he was easy going and had one of the personalities that people just wanted to trust and be around. He was also funny. Which Jeremy learned when the other boy started teasing Stiles dad when he tried to convince them bacon and egg sandwiches sounded like a good breakfast. Scott had threated to sick the Seriffs son on him. The older man had just groaned and muttered something about bossy teenagers.
That feeling of something being off returned when Stiles walked into the kitchen. He saw the way his friend looked at them, and when he hesitated when Jeremy mentioned the ride along. Like he wasn't sure what was going on but knew he should go with it.
Again he tried not to be upset about it. Again telling himself it was none of his business. But there was this linger doubt in his mind, what if it was something supernatural? He wondered, and then scolder himself, not everything is about monsters, Gilbert. He had been tempted to ask Stiles about it. Though he didn't. He just told his friend he was see him later and got into the Sheriff's car.
They made small talk on the way to the station. Mostly about Jeremy's family, hobbies, and if he was excited for summer. Which he started a full week before Stiles. Then they were there. The station looked smaller than the one in Mystic Falls, and a young man in a uniform was standing outside, resting against a truck that had Beacon Hill Sheriff's department written on the side. The man smiled when he saw them and pushed off his truck.
"That's Jordan." The Sheriff said, stopping the car. "Come on." Jeremy got out of the truck and followed the man over to the deputy.
Jordan put his hand out, "You're Jeremy, Stiles told me a little about you. It's nice to meet you."
Jeremy smiled and took the man's hand, "He talks about you too." The man's cheeks got a little red and Jeremy was sure Jordan was thinking about Lydia and what Stiles could have told him.
"Well, I'll leave you to it." Stiles's dad said chuckling. He patting Jeremy on the back before he walked off.
"So," Jordan said, "We don't have in coming calls right now. I figured we could drive around. Check out the town and keep an eye out for trouble."
"Okay." He said.
In all honesty Jeremy found it a little boring. Not Jordan. The man was funny and seemed to enjoy having someone to tell stories too as they drove around the town. But the driving around, Jeremy wasn't a fan of sitting still for long periods of time. Maybe it was the hunter part of him. But he got restless. It wasn't bad enough for him to complain about, though he was grateful when they stopped for lunch and then a while later an early dinner.
They were back in the truck now, Jordan heading back to the station. The sun was setting and Jeremy was debating trying to get Stiles to go for a walk or maybe a run when he got back. Sitting around all day had left him with a huge amount of energy he needed to blow off.
They had just turned down an empty street when Jordan spoke.
"You okay?" the man asked. Jeremy hadn't realized he had gotten lost in his thoughts. He smiled, "Yeah, just thinking. So, how'd you get used to it?" He asked, "You went from an active duty soldier to a small town deputy, it seems…" He thought of the right word, "like an adjustment." He said carefully not wanted to offend the cop.
Jordan chuckled, "That it was. But I like it here. This town, these people, it's home. Being able to protect them and keep it safe, it feels right." Jordan gave him a look, "I bet that sounds a little-" Jeremy cut him off, "I get it." He said. Because he did.
"So, it's about-" Jordan went to say but stopped. Jeremy saw him looking out the front window and towards the right so he followed the man's gaze to see three men circling two women. The women looked freaked and Jordan stopped the truck and hopped out. There was this tug in Jeremy's abdomen urging him to fight.
"Fuck." He cursed, jumping out of the truck. He wanted to shout out to Jordan to stop, that these weren't humans. But he knew that wouldn't work. So, he hurried his pace to catch up to the deputy. He checked for his dagger and made sure he was ready for a fight. It was sure he could handle three vampires. Thanks to training he had received from Damon and surprisingly Kol, not that anyone knew about that.
"Jeremy get back in the truck." Jordan ordered without looking at him.
Jeremy didn't get a chance to respond as one of the vampires looked up at them and grinned. Eyes dark and thin black lines under his eyes. Jeremy cringed already hating the conversation that would follow this encounter. Jordan stopped moving and tilted his head to the side, like he was trying to figure out what he was seeing.
"Well hello," The Vampire said, his long black hair falling over his eyes, "We weren't expecting company," The man locked eyes with Jordan, "Why don't you just stand here all pretty like until we finished with these two and than we can take our time with you." Jordan's body looked like it locked up and Jeremy watched confused as the man started to shake. He had never seen anyone react to compulsion like that before.
Worried, Jeremy got the vampire's attention, "Or not." He said.
The vampire glared at him, and when Jeremy dropped his dagger from his sleeve into his hand, the man gave a threatening growl and lunged for him. Jeremy was no expecting a fiery hand to appear in front of his face, grabbing the vampire by the throat.
"Don't." A pissed off growl came from beside Jeremy, the vampire screamed in agony and tried clawing at the burning hand. From the pained cry, Jeremy could tell that was a bad idea. He looked away from the vampire to see Jordan next to him, hand and wrist aflame, eyes glowing orange and larger than normal canines. He gulped and then winced when Jordan easily tossed the vampire through the air. His neck burned and shirt on fire. The vampires screams caught the attention of his two friends who let their female prey go as they turned to face Jeremy and Jordan.
Even if he didn't know what Jordan was he didn't feel threatened. In fact, the way Jordan had placed himself slightly in front of him, told him the man was aiming to protect him. The two vampires took a step towards them only to hesitated when Jordan growled and it echoed off the walls. Jeremy could feel it in his bones. Whatever Jordan was he was on the powerful side.
Instead of running, like anyone with an ounce of common sense would have, the vampires looked at each other and then back at Jordan. The let their faces change and growled back.
"What the hell are you?" One of them shouted.
Good question, Jeremy thought.
"You should leave." Jordan said, his voice sounded off. Jeremy snuck a glance at the man trying to figure out what it was.
"It's three against two." The third vampire said, having gotten to his feet at some point. His throat looked horrible, burnt and blistered. Jeremy was surprised it wasn't healing.
"You aren't a threat." Jordan said. It sent a chill down Jeremy's spine. The voice it was too flat and even. No emotion. It wasn't the Jordan he had spent the day with. It was a little creepy.
"Right." The burnt one said, and then must have made some sign because all three vampires moved. They were fast, not near as fast as an Original. So Jeremy got to enjoy the surprised look on one's face when he ducked under his punch and landed one of his own. The man staggered and glared at Jeremy.
At his side he could see Jordan slam his hand into one of the vampires chest. There was a sickening sound as it pushed past skin and bone. The vampires screamed as his body caught fire, than Jordan through him away from him and turned to the second vampire.
Jeremy had to stop watching as his own vampire lunged at him again. He blocked a couple quick punches and missed one to his ribs. He winced but swung out and hit the man in the jaw. The vampire growled and moved to hit him again. Jeremy dodged under it and when he came up, dagger in hand, he plunged the dagger into the vampire's heart. It wouldn't kill him permanently but it would put him out for a while. He grabbed it and turned his head to see how Jordan was doing and froze.
He had kinda gotten used to the burning hand thing. But now Jordan's entire upper body was on fire. He was currently shirtless as the fire had burned away his shirt and geer. The deputy was standing over his second vampire. Jeremy watched as burning man bent down and placed his hand on the downed man's chest. There was a horrible scream and then the vampire started to burn away, fire spreading fast, so fast that he quickly burned away to nothing but ash.. He stood there stunned. He knew all the ways to kill a vampire, or he thought he had. But it seemed whatever Jordan was he could kill vampires extremely easily. It was slightly scary.
Orange eyes meet his, and for a second Jeremy felt a spike of fear. He knew nothing about Jordan or how whatever he was worked But he knew enough about supernaturals so know that sometimes they lost control. Thankful Jordan just tilted his head to the side for a second before he straightened it, nodded to him and walked past him to the vampire Jeremy had fought.
Again Jeremy watched as Jordan set a vampire on fire. When it was over, the fire surround the deputy faded away and his eyes faded from burning orange to light green. Jeremy exhaled at the sight, something about seeing Jordan's human eyes put him at ease. Like he knew now the man was in control.
There was an awkward moment where they stood there staring at each other. Jeremy with his dagger in hand, and Jordan shirtless and seeming unfazed by it. Then with a nervous breath Jeremy asked, "Is it rude to ask what you are?"
Jordan laughed and shook his head, "Hellhound." Hellhound? That had never come up in any of his lessons with Ric or Kol, he had about a hundred questions he now wanted to ask. But wasn't sure if Jordan would be okay with it.
"You're not freaking out?" Jordan asked. Moving back towards his truck and opening the back door.
"I've seen vampires before." He said with a shrug moving to stand against the back of the truck looking off towards the street, giving Jordan a little privacy as the man started changing out burnt and ruined clothes.
"Though," He added a second later, "I've never seen anything like you. That was kinda awesome." He heard Jordan chuckle.
"Is this the reason Stiles's dad was you to distract me?" He asked.
"We didn't know about the vampires. I didn't even know they were a thing." Jordan said, closing the door. Getting the feeling the deputy was dressed Jeremy turned around. Jordan was slipping his gun into his side holster, and Jeremy wondered if it was the same gun or if the first had melted away. "We have a pack in town. They attacked a bus full of kids, yesterday." Then Jordan looked up at him, "You know about wolves right?" The poor deputy had a very unsure look on his face, like wasn't ready to have that conversation if Jeremy said no.
He nodded. Jordan let out a relieved breath.
It was as they both started moving to get back in the truck, that Jeremy had a thought, "But the full moon isn't for another week?" He said open his door and jumping in.
Jordan gave him a curious look, "They don't need the moon."
Now he was confused, "They one's I know do." Not exactly true, both Klaus and Tyler could change now with out. But they were hybrids and as far as Jeremy knew the only two of their kind. Klaus had killed the others.
"The ones I know don't." Jordan said. He started his truck and pulled away.
"Different kinds?" Jeremy muttered, trying to think if he had ever heard of another kind.
Jordan shrugged, "I've only know about this stuff for a couple years. Maybe we should have this conversation with Scott and Stiles. They know more." Jeremy nodded.
He had this relieved feeling at knowing that Stiles knew about the supernatural. It was funny in a way. It was how they meet. Years ago, when things had started getting strange back home, Jeremy got on the internet and searched vampires. It lead to crap site after crap site, but after a while he found a chat room, and while most of the people seemed ridiculous and full of shit. One didn't.
Stiles it turned out was just as curious about supernatural beings. His curiously aimed more towards werewolves while Jeremy looked up vampires. They struck up a friendship. And as Jeremy learned the truth he had started to talk to Stiles less about things that went bump in the night and more about everything else. He couldn't find it in himself to tell Stiles the truth, though it seemed he hadn't needed too, anyways they had stayed friends.
Jordan pulled out his phone and sent off a couple quick text messages. After a minute he got a reply though whatever it said had Jordan frowning at his phone and changing direction.
"Everything okay? Jeremy asked.
"We have hunters in town." The man didn't sound happy, in fact he sounded pissed. And Jeremy got it, kinda, hunters, hunted supernatural creatures and that's what Jordan was. Though Jeremy was dying to ask if they were his kind or Ric's. Because he had met another like him before and the man had been extreme and a little insane. He wasn't looking forward to meeting another.
They ended up inside a huge empty building. The elevator was probably a code violation with the way it shook and thumped around as it moved up towards the top floor. A friend of the packs place, Jordan had said. The elevator made him more nervous then the fight with the vampires. Though Jordan didn't even seem to notice it.
No one noticed them when the doors opened and they stepped out.
In front of them, stood two men, their backs to Jeremy and Jordan. One had dark hair, wore a leather jacket and was a good four inches taller than Jeremy. Next to him stood a shorter man with blonde hair, also in a leather jacket. They appeared to be arguing with Stiles dad and another man. Stiles, Scott, and Malia standing off to the side.
"We aren't leaving." The taller man said to the sheriff.
"We have this covered." The man next to Stiles's dad said. He looked like a hunter, Jeremy thought. It was the way he held himself, in the calm way he spoke and the fact that he was armed. Jeremy counted two guns and at least two knives. And that was just what he could see from across the room.
"You have a feral pack attacking children, you could use our help." The dirty blonde haired man grumbled.
"Look we have handled-" Scott started, but was cut off, "You're a kid!" The dirty blond shouted.
Jeremy froze when Malia and Jordan both growled low and threatening. Both men tensed and turned towards Malia, it seemed they hadn't heard Jordan's growl. Though Scott and the hunter had. Both looked at them, the hunter seemed curious and Scott looked surprised. Jeremy tried to give them a reassuring smile, but the air next to him started to feel warm and he snapped his head to the side to see Jordan's eyes started to glow again. Remembering the fight and fire, he leaned in close enough to feel the heat against his skin and whispered, "I don't think that is a good idea."
He could tell Scott was watching them and wondered if the other teen was something else too. It would explain the strange presence feeling Jeremy had gotten that morning, "Jordan," He said focusing on the Hellhound, "They're hunters. That means they are armed. I don't know what bullets will do to you. But I don't want to find out. So, please calm down."
Jordan turned his head towards him orange eyes searching Jeremys. It took less than a second, then the Hellhound made a frustrated sound and the orange glow faded back to Jordan's green.
"Sorry." The deputy mumbled as he let out a breath. Jeremy looked back towards Scott, who he could see relax a little and smiled. Scott returned it with a small one of his own.
"These kids that have fought worse." The Sheriff said, sounding both proud and sad about that fact. Jeremy had no idea how their little exchange had gone unnoticed but it gave him a chance to examine the two other hunters.
While they too were armed and stood ready and alert, they didn't have quite the same effect on the room the man that stood next to Stiles's dad did. Jeremy wondered what made them different. He didn't remember much about the hunter he had met before, he had just started coming in to what he was and hadn't known what was happening or how to sense others. But now he knew more and he was almost positive all three hunters in the room, where human and not like him. It put him at ease. Because he was sure if a fight broke out, they could take the two men.
"This is what we do." The tall one argued.
"Look," Stiles said, "We've had a few run in with hunters before. It almost always ends up bad. For us. So you will have to excuse us for not taking you at your word." Both hunters scoffed.
"Who's the man next to Stiles's dad?" Jeremy whispered to Jordan.
"Chris Argent, hunter." The deputy answered. He nodded, glad to know his guess was right. But a curious question formed in his mind, " I thought you guys didn't like hunters?" Chris seemed like a friend.
"Argent isn't just a hunter, his pack." Something in his tone had Jeremy looking at Jordan's eyes. The orange wasn't a pronounced as before but it was there.
"Jordan?" He asked carefully.
The glow faded, "Sorry. It doesn't like a threat this close to Scott." The man said, glaring at the two men. It? Jeremy thought, Scott? Why was it only worried about Scott? He pushed the questions asaid and studied Jordan, he was starting to get the feeling that whatever Jordan was it was different the Klaus or Tyler and their wolves. Like two distinct personalities instead of one with animal instincts mixed in.
"Well you haven't." The shorter man yelled, bring Jeremy back to the conversation. He had missed what they were talking about. But there was a tension building in the room. An oncoming fight. Something he had learned recently he could sense of he tried. Kol had a blast testing that skill. Maybe it was his bleeding heart as Tyler and his sister liked to tease him about but he didn't want to these two men to get hurt. Not unless they proved to be a threat.
So he took a step forward and cleared his throat. The whole room fell silent as every pair of eyes turned to him. He gave Stiles a grin. "So you're hunters?" He asked the two men. They both nodded, "Like Hunter hunters or human hunters?" He asked because he had to be sure. Most of the room got a confused look on their face, all expect Chris Argent who was now looking at him a little more carefully.
"What the hell does that mean?" The shorter one asked.
Jeremy smiled at the man, "So, human than." Because if they had been ones like him they would have understood the question. Plus now that they were facing him he couldn't see any tattoos on their arms.
The tall one raised an eyebrow. "Is there another kind?"
He nodded, "Look I'm just getting caught up on the details. But feral wolves and missing kids sound bad. So, maybe standing here fighting over who gets to try and stop it, isn't the best way to spend time?"
Malia snorted, which got her a glare for Stiles and Scott, "what," She said, "he has a point."
"Who the hell are you?" The shorter one demanded, taking a step towards him. Jeremy felt Jordan stiffen, and he stepped in front of the man before he could go all fire and burning.
"Jeremy." He said a little sarcastically because he knew what the man was asking. But he had been spending a little too much time with Kol because the sass came easier than it used to. The dirty blondes eyes narrowed.
"Does it matter?" He asked a second later, "I'm their friend," He gestured with his head, "And I want to help search for these kids. So, if your really here to help. Stop fighting over it and help." He said the last bit looking at everyone in the room. When he met Scott's eyes, something fell into place in his mind and he figured out just what the other teen was.
"Alpha?" He breathed out in just above a whisper because he hadn't meant to actually voice the thought. Scott nodded.
The two men in front of him looked between him and Scott, searching. He didn't think they heard his comment but it was clear him and Scott had just had some kind of exchange.
"I'm not dragging kids into this." The shorter one said, and Jeremy sighed. Maybe he could like the man, he seemed to want to protect them because of how young there were. Not that it was any use, Jeremy was getting the impression that like him, the others had been dealing with this shit for a while now.
"I'll fight you for it." He said, blaming Damon's influence for this instead of Kol's. Though he did look at Scott to make sure it was okay. The other boy seemed unsure, and Jeremy gave him a 'trust me ' look.
"You'll what?" The man said sounded bewildered. Behind him Scott nodded to Jeremy.
"Fight you for it." Jeremy said, already moving to slip off his jacket. Jordan surprising took it and his dagger without saying a word. It seemed the Hellhound trusted his skills after their run in with the vampires.
"You can't be serious." The hunter muttered, looking at his partner for help. His friend looked just as unsure but leaned down and whispered something in his ear."
Jordan snorted, "He's telling him not to hurt you." the hellhound whispered. Jeremy grinned at him.
"Well this is dramatic." An amused voice said from the shadows around the room. Jeremy dropped his head and groaned.