Despite being my last attempt at a TW story, I did research and studied to make this! I realized I dislike the og two seasons to write in them, so this is best.

I really studied to make this work, and I like it.


Victor frowned as he crossed the border of Beacon Hills, the moment he was in the range of the new town, he felt it. 'So much death, misery, and loss. It permeates the air, why?' Turning to his caretaker, Maria, he wanted to ask her what the hell was wrong with the town, but knew better. She would only respond with questions he could not safely answer... and that was not something he could tolerate. It would be immensely unsafe...

Keeping up the silence, they drove into town before stopping at an apartment complex. "This is it, are you ready?" Maria asked.

He nodded, pleased. "As can be."

"Here is your key, we have already got your furniture. Your landlord, Derek Hale, has agreed to let you stay despite your age, but you have to behave. No wild parties." She jested, they both knew he was not the type to ever have that kind of fun... ever.

"I'll try and restrain myself." Taking the key, he focused on her and her mind shifted. "You can leave me, I will take care of myself." He hated doing that, it wasted his energy and the focus was killer, but he had no interest in being followed as he spelled his apartment for safety. Maria nodded, her eyes glazed over, before driving away and leaving him alone with just his bag and his basket of clothes...and of course his key. "I guess it's time."

With that, he hurried into the building, his room was on the first floor so it was easy to get into it and hurry. Reaching out, he scanned for anyone else, finding no one. Satisfied, he got to work. Pulled out a bottle of Mountain ash, his blood, salt and sage, he quickly covered the room in sacred sigils before sitting dead center and meditating.

"Sacred Minerva, to you I beseech, empower this home with strength I cannot yet reach." Clasping his hands, he pulsed out power, power from his soul and psyche, the power of a mage. "With strength and light, wash this home with serenity and light." The power surged out, the sigils burned red before fading away into nothingness. A powerful calm filled his new home, and he knew that it was safe. No supernatural or natural being could enter without permission or cast harm his way.

He was safe...

For now.

"Now I just have to figure out what the hell is filling the town with such a potent and miserable aura."


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.