A couple weeks ago I promised on my profile that I would create an Teen Wolf alternate universe inspired by Swan Lake. Sadly, life kept getting in the way of me even writing the first chapter... and I was being a bit lazy too, but here is the first chapter. I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.

Stiles had been looking forward to this day for weeks. He made sure all of his school work was set and done, that his job knows he needs this day off at work, and his dad will absolutely, without a doubt, not be called into work for nothing less than someone being killed. Really, what were the chances that somebody would die in quiet Beacon Hills today? So what if there has been a weird series of disappearances for a few months with it all starting with a man in a coma, continued through a man simply stopping through town on a trip to south Cali and the case is currently standing on the girl whom he used to go to high school with? His dad will probably get called in today, but at least they can have breakfast together.

As Stiles was pulling on his favorite graphic tee and heading downstairs, he couldn't help but think about those cases. It seemed, for the most part, that only the last three cases should be linked together, and that was mostly because the three went to high school together. Otherwise none of the cases would be linked together, but a small town like Beacon Hills does not usually deal with disappearances of the human kind. Sure, an occasional missing dog or cat, but nothing more serious than that. There had to be a way the cases were related beyond that small fact, but Stiles just couldn't figure out how

But now was not the time to think about that. Today he was going to start with a breakfast with his dad that he normally would not allow his father to indulge in. There was going to be a lot of bacon, sausages, pancakes, and many pots of coffee.

As he sat down at the table looking at the feast of the morning, his dad just finished the last bacon to be made for the meal, turned, and told his young son, "Happy 21st birthday, Stiles."

Stiles couldn't help but smile back at his dad and reply, "Thanks, Dad. I'm really glad you were able to get work off today."

The Sherriff smiled back at his son, "Me too, kiddo." He wanted to tell his son that he knows his late wife, Loreto, would be so proud of the man her son has become, but talks of that nature usually led to a lot more tears than both men preferred to shed, so he settled for quietly enjoying his breakfast while watching his son eat enough food for two people with the elegance of a two year old. Maybe it's okay that Loreto doesn't watch him eat.

After they finished eating and placed the dishes into the sink, the two Stilinski men sat at the table while enjoying their coffee on a, for once, quiet day together. Not long into their coffee drinking silence, did John Stilinski clear his throat, signaling to Stiles that he had something important to say.

"There is something I want to talk to you about, son."

This naturally caught Stiles', usually fleeting, attention, "What is it dad?"

The sheriff took a deep breath before saying, "I want to set you up on a blind date." Naturally, Stiles was in mid-sip when he heard this and promptly started choking on the coffee. He calmed himself down and looked to his very serious looking father.

"You're serious?"

John let out a sigh before replying, "I haven't really seen you date anyone seriously, and I know you are not interested in anyone, so I figured it wouldn't hurt. As your father, it is my duty to make sure that you end up with someone happy and give you a push."

Stiles couldn't help, but stare at his dad with everything that was said. So he hadn't dated anyone in a while, and none of the relationships were ever that serious. That didn't mean that his dad should set him up with some stranger that he didn't know. So Stiles asked the most important question of the situation.

"Why?"

Mr. Stilinski was prepared for this question, "I understand that you are young, and don't need to be tied down yet, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be looking. With as often as you go to parties, you don't try to get a girl's number or flirt with them, or go home with anyone with what I hear from Scott."

Of course his dad used Scott to find out about what he does at UCLA.

"It's not that I am not looking for anyone, I just haven't found anyone interesting or worth trying to get to know better." It's not like it's his fault that none of the people that he has met so far have really held his interest.

Hoping that he could get Stiles to see his way, John told his son, "But I remember back in high school you used to at least try to get a date with that Lydia Martin girl."

With an incredulous look on his face, Stiles replied, "You mean the goddess of Beacon Hills High? I dare you to name someone other than Danny that would not want to go on a date with perfection incarnate."

John had enough with where the conversation was going, "I'm not getting into an argument with you over this. I already set up the blind date for you tomorrow and you are going even if I have to put you into the squad car and drive you there myself."

Stiles, knowing that he was just going to have to give, conceded, "Fine, I'll go."

Stiles enjoyed his day with the sheriff. Together they went to watch the new Star Trek movie and went to his favorite diner, where he let the sheriff enjoy a turkey burger instead of the mandatory veggie burger, but, much to both of their disappointment, their day together had to end when the sheriff got a call for a homicide. At least the deputies kept their word about only calling in his dad if somebody was dead. He couldn't even be upset at them. He was the sheriff after all.

Seeing as how he didn't have any other plans for the day, and that he wasn't due to meet Scott at Jungle 'til ten, Stiles decided to walk through the preservation for the fun of it. He remembered his mother taking him camping at the preserve all the time, roasting marshmallows, looking for mushrooms and bugs, climbing trees, and telling very bad ghost stories. He spent a lot of his summer nights with his parents and another family with a boy not too much older than him in the preserve, but looking back on it, Stiles isn't too sure if it was really camping as much as pitching a tent in someone's backyard. He doesn't exactly remember who the other boy he would spend time with was. Just that he had black hair, green eyes, and he thinks his name was Eric.

A couple years back, after the anniversary of his mother's death, he decided to look into the family that he used to play with. The only people that his research came up with for the people that used to live there was the Hale family. His research then showed that most of the family died in a fire a few weeks before his mother did, and the three surviving members are two kids that disappeared immediately after and the man in the coma that disappeared himself a few months back. He felt bad for what happened to the family, but he also felt guilty that the only reason he wanted to find them was to see if they had any pictures or wanted to reminisce over the well-loved Loreto Stilinski.

Stiles was by the river that leads to the big lake in the forest when he heard a twig snap behind him. Instinct told him to turn around and see what it was, what it didn't prepare him for was to see a large wolf standing just a few feet away from him. Stiles didn't know whether he should stay still or run. He may have heard from Animal Planet or read online that if you run from a predator like a wolf, it will take it as an invitation to take you down and out. At the moment, not moving seemed to do the trick of not dying.

The wolf's right ear turned to the side, as if he heard something, before he moved his head to the same direction. After a pregnant pause, the wolf turned his head back to Stiles, gave him a commanding growl, and started running away from where he had originally turned to.

Stiles then proceeded to fall onto his bottom, where he tried to calm down and applauded himself for managing to not wet his pants. It was at times like these that he was glad that, in the Dynamic Duo relationship he had with Scott, he was the clumsy one and not the one with asthma. Maybe he should stop comparing himself and his best friend to Batman and Superman. They really had nothing in common with the comic book characters, regardless of what they liked to tell themselves.

By the time he caught his breath, it was almost sunset. Stile's safest bet was to walk the river to the lake, use the trail to get back to the main road in the preserve, and then get to his car. Hopefully he can do this all without running into another wolf. He didn't even know there were wolves in California.

By the time he reached the lake, it was already sunset. He would be lucky if he could make it to his car before the few street lights in the preserve had to switch on. As he reached the parking lot closest to the lake, he heard the distinctive sound of a shotgun being cocked. Stiles quickly turned his head to the sound and saw an older man with graying hair pointing a gun to him. If Stiles saw this man walking around town any normal day, he would not have looked twice at him. Hell, he'd probably sooner offer to help the man cross the street than assume he was going to kill him.

"We both know I could have shot you by now, but between you and me, I like to see the fear in my kill's eyes before I pull the trigger," the old man had said with a smile. Well if that doesn't make you panic, then obviously you need more help than the guy holding the gun.

Stiles had heard countless times that when you are faced with your eminent death, that your life will pass through your eyes. He had always supposed it was like a movie reel of "The Best Of" or your biggest regrets. He remembered reading a book a few years back where the characters in the book would stand behind a screen showing video clips of their life, what they had experienced, viewed, or related their life to while reciting a 100 word short story or poem about what made them view the world the way they did or the reason why they did what they have done, usually right before they died. At this moment, Stiles could only see his mother before she had died and was beautiful. When she would give him muffins to make sure he had a healthy enough snack that was sweet, how she had showed him how to climb a tree, the best way to roast marshmallows, and to not listen to the way the other people said his name wrong, because no matter what, Loreto Stilinski will always say it right.

Stiles closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Just because he didn't want the last image he saw as he lay dying was his murderer holding a gun, did not mean he didn't want to remember the place he and his mother loved so much. As he heard the shotgun being fired, he felt himself being knocked down to the ground by something large and heavy from the side.

Stiles had to open his eyes to see this. Although it was more like only his right eye, since half of his face was being smashed into the earth. From what he could see, there was a man with dark hair on top of him actually growling at the older man. So he definitely wasn't dead yet. That or heaven really did not live up to the promises made to him. Where were the angels, the clouds, and the 100 virgins he was promised? Admittedly, he would be more upset by the sever lack of virgins.

"You know the deal," spoke the man holding Stiles down, "when the sun sets all weapons get put away and will not be used again 'til sunrise." The man holding the gun lowered his weapon and held it at his side with a smirk worse than his smile.

"Don't forget that pre-set traps are within the limits."

The man holding Stiles growled back at him, "But they cannot be within a mile of well-marked trails, parking lots, and streets or any kind."

The other man remarked, "Touché," and began to walk away, "until next time." It was at this time that Stiles realized that the man holding the gun was an experienced hunter of many sorts. That knowledge actually made him feel sicker than he thought possible. The dark haired man waited 'til he was satisfied that the hunter would not come back before he started getting off of Stiles and helped dust him off a little.

"Are you alright," the man asked Stiles.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. Thank you." Of course this is the moment when he notices the man that saved him is not wearing anything.

With wide eyes he asked, "Dude, where are your clothes?" The other man glared at him like he was the idiot running around naked in the woods.

"Don't worry about that. Do you have a car around here somewhere?"

Confused, Stiles answered, "Yeah, but it's over by town, close to Bob's Diner."

The other man sighed before saying, "That's a couple miles out. Wait here while I grab my clothes and I will walk you to your car."

Stiles replied, "Um, thanks." This was definitely not how he had planned on spending his birthday.

I had tried to find out what the official day of birth for Stiles was, but I kept getting to many different answers, so I decided that since this was an alternate universe anyway, why not just make up my own date anyway. Please tell me what you think so far about this.