An Old Return

Disclaimer: Title is subject to change but this is something of a teaser for folks who've been wanting to see what else happens after 'A Very Beacon Hills Christmas!' I just don't know when I'm gonna get around to doing the story in full however. This essentially makes more use of the lore Lycaon and his 50 sons that the show briefly went into during the first half of season 3 and how one of those 50 sons could potentially be an issue if they were still alive. Takes place months after 'A Very Beacon Hills Christmas!' and is close to graduation time with Kira also finally being back. Even though I think originally I was gonna have it to where she wasn't back but bah on that.

Summary: As graduation nears for the older members of the McCall Pack, an ancient threat from the far past returns to the world.


Somewhere In Greece

In the highlands of the region of Arcadia, several drunken loud mouths were having themselves a good old time. Blasting music, drinking beer, telling tall tales, and for whatever reason, playing about with dynamite when it was probably a bad idea to do so considering they were drunk. But they didn't care about it potentially being a bad idea as in their drunken minds, playing with the stuff was just too much fun to pass up! Naturally, when they managed to light the fuse, the drunks would end up panicking and chuck the dynamite as far away from them as possible. Causing a huge explosion seconds later and a rather huge hole to form from the explosion. "Damn, that was kinda fun!" Shouted one of the drunks joyfully.

"Yeah! Too bad we don't have more!" Added another.

"Not my fault, lemme tell ya!" Said the third of the trio.

Heck, he was lucky to have gotten what he did as it was! Grumblings were heard from his friends but at least they still had plenty of Alcohol to keep themselves occupied with! "Uhh, do you guys see that?" Asked the drunk who had gotten the dynamite to begin with as he stared into the cloud of smoke behind them.

"See what?"

"Yeah! I just see uhh… Stuff!"

"I'm, I'm talkin' 'bout the red dots in that, that dust cloud!"

"Man, there's no red dots… Whoa." Trailed off one of the figures and it wasn't long before they could all see the red dots in the dust cloud.

Red dots that were somehow coming from a naked man's eyes. "Oh man, you need to put some clothes on!"

"And get a shave cause that look is wild!'

The naked figure stood where he was for a moment as he stared at the trio. He then began to speak but none of them could understand a word of what he was saying. And it wasn't cause of how drunk they were either. "Uhh, we can't understand a word you're sayin'." Informed the one who'd first seen the red eyed figure.

No answer was given and the way he was staring at him and his two friends began to make the trio quite nervous to the point they decided it was probably a good idea to get going. But it seemed as if the naked hairy figure had other ideas in mind as he suddenly came at them with a speed that shouldn't have been possible. Screams filled the air as the mysterious figure tore apart two of the figures after using his claws to see into their minds. Leaving only the drunk who'd first seen the figure still alive as he tried to get up but couldn't thanks to his fear and the Alcohol in his system. "D-Don't hurt me!"

"I won't, Tomas, for thanks to your friends' minds, I know you have a great worth about you that will prove invaluable to me." Replied the figure as he looked at the terrified figure of Tomas.

Well, until he potentially found someone much better to serve his needs where information was provided. "Wha-What do you mean?"

As while he may work for the Tourism industry, he didn't think that would help this guy! "And, h-how do you ev-even know English now!?"

The figure stepped up to him and knelt down, making Tomas whimper in fear. "I learned thanks to the two fools you once called friend, Tomas. All thanks to my claws." Came the reply as he showed the frightened drunk his claws.

Causing Tomas' eyes to widen in fear. He then let out a pained scream as the crazy freak bit him in the leg! "And now, I will have your utmost loyalty as my Beta, Tomas. Just as I will have the loyalty of other Werewolves."

The naked figure then raised his head upwards and let loose a blood curdling roar so loud that it was able to go past the borders of Greece itself so that all Werewolves could hear the howl of Nyctimus, one of the 50 sons of Lycaon and one of the original Werewolves. Not to mention one of the first Alphas, much like his brothers and their father was thanks to Zeus' attempt at punishing them and then their gaining the assistance of the Druids of that era. "Now, they will come. And the world will be mine." Declared Nyctimus as he stood up and allowed his red Alpha eyes to shine brightly.

Several hours later would see many a Werewolf from all over Greece arrive to the area and they weren't the only Supernatural creature to come. As others did too due to hearing the call of Nyctimus' howl and sensing the incredible power from it and wished to be around such power. For it held a strong trace of Divinity to it and that was something that hadn't been felt or heard of in centuries. A dark smile spread across Nyctimus' face as he saw them gathering around him, all with a curiousity about them. "I am pleased you are all here but know this, though there are Alphas among you, I am the only Alpha here that matters as I will NOT tolerate insubordination."

And to prove his point, he took the rank of Alpha from those that held such a rank within to himself. Turning those who'd been Alphas into Betas much to their shock. This action gave Nyctimus a boost in his power and moments later, those all present would bow to him after witnessing the kind of God like power he possessed. Making the son of Lycaon nod in satisfaction.

Miles Away In A Small California Town…

As the roar of Nyctimus reached the small town of Beacon Hills, California, one house's silence in the night was broken as Scott McCall shot up in his bed, breathing heavily with sweat coming down his brow. His eyes glowing a bright red as his Wolf felt a great pull to go somewhere far and that shouldn't have been possible considering he was no longer a Beta but a True Alpha as had been the case for some time now. "Scott? What's wrong!?" Came the concerned voice of Kira Yukimura as she sat up and leaned into him, who'd been asleep next to her boyfriend and wearing his Lacrosse jersey that night.

"I… I don't know. I just, I felt this howl… This really strong howl that woke me up and its wanting me to go somewhere." He told her shakily as he tried his best to ignore the urge to begin moving in the direction it wanted him to go.

Concerned, Kira wrapped her arms tightly around Scott from behind and kissed the skin on his shoulder. Her actions slowly but surely soothed the fast beating of his heart as his breathing evened out and the urge to obey the pull slowly died out. Neither of them knowing that their near futures were about to have quite a bit of trouble in the form of an angry Wolf God from Ancient Greece.


Author's Notes: I successfully tease you folks into wanting more or did I fail? R and R!