A/N: Hey there, everybody! It's me, MBAV fan66! And you're in for a special treat! :D Because this here is a brand-new story of mine! Oh! And did I mention, it's a Bethan fic at that?! So, YAAAAAAYYYY! XD Lol! :P

Also, I just want to say thank you to Bennyweirlover17 for entrusting me with their story idea. Hopefully, I'm able to make this into the story that you've dreamt it of being. :D

By the way, everyone in this story will be aged up a bit. Ethan will be nineteen and Benny a year older than him (twenty). And Rory is the same age as Benny is, whereas the girls will be twenty-three. As for all the other characters' ages? I'll leave the math up to you all to figure out, as I suck at anything involving math. Lol! :P So, if you all want to figure out who old Jane is in this, then, please. Be my guest. And if you do, then please tell me in a review just so I'll know, too, in case of future reference in this story should her age ever be brought up in it. :P All I know is that she has to be somewhere in her early teens or close to it (like maybe 12 or 13 years old?). But yeah... I know. I'm SUCH a crappy and lazy author for not doing it myself. *rolls eyes sarcastically* :/ Lol! ;P Also, in this story, Benny's not from Whitechapel. Instead, his family lived in a different town. As for where, exactly? I'll leave that up to you. *giggle* ;P As long it's still not in Whitechapel, that is. :/ Lol! :P

But um...yeah! That's all I have to say about the story for now, at least. :D I'll shut up now and let you all get started reading the first chapter, now. So, uh...ENJOY! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own My Babysitter's A Vampire or any of it's characters. All I own is this story and any OCs that may appear. Also, credit for the plot goes to my friend on here, Bennyweirlover17.

A young man (perhaps either 19 or 20 years old) named Benny Weir exits the plane he just flew in on, to a little town called Whitechapel. Once he's done with what all he's needed to do inside the airport he leaves. But before calling himself a ride, Benny stops and takes a minute to look around at his new environment. He's never been to Whitechapel before and the town appears to be small. Not too small, though, where practically everyone in town knows you but small enough to not really be considered a city, either. It was a peaceful little town, really. It had this sort of...charm and quaintness about it. But Benny knew better than that, as he could tell that the quaint little town also had a dark side to it, as well. As does any city or town, really. He was no stranger when it came to the more...darker, aspect of these kinds of places.

Benny knows that behind the curtain of reality there hides a more darker truth in the world that most people never really see until it's too late. And that dark truth or reality, if you will, isn't your basic criminal activity, either. Like thieves, muggers, rapists, murderers, etc. No. Instead, it's that there are things in this world that are more scarier than that. Things that shouldn't exist except only in movies, tv shows, books, and so on. Things that are generally considered fiction in this world. Only that's not the case if you look close enough. And it's that the supernatural is real.

The only reason why he knows this is because he, himself, is supernatural, as well. Ever since he was born, in fact, but he only just realized it about 7 years ago, though. Back when he was just 13 years old, actually, and was still living with his grandma Evelyn Weir. His grandma had told him all about their family's little secret. That she was an Earth priestess and that magic runs through their family's bloodline which meant that he too could do magic and that he was ready to start learning how to use it, as well. So, that one day he would become a powerful and well-respected wizard, someday. Just like all the other Weir men in the family who came before him. This made young Benny Weir very excited to start learning magic.

Benny enjoyed learning how to use magic in his magic lessons with his grandma. Granted, he wasn't exactly the best student a lot of the time because of how impatient or excited he would be about something most of the time. So, as a result, he would mess up a lot of the time, though. But thankfully, his grandma was a patient woman and would continue to encourage him to do better next time. Unfortunately, though, Benny never got to finish his magic lessons with his grandmother as she had passed away when he was only just sixteen. Her passing had broken Benny's heart because for the longest she was all he knew as a parental figure in his life, growing up. Since when he was just six years old, he had lost both his parents in a terrible car accident one horrific day which led to him having to go live with grandma, instead.

But after Evelyn herself had passed, Benny was left with no other family members to take him in until he turned eighteen. So, as a result, he was put into foster care which meant no more magic lessons. Or so, you would think. Benny would try to sneak a bit of magic learning in on his own whenever he could without his foster family ever finding out about it. It was the only thing that made him feel happy, after all, after being placed in foster care. He hated living with a bunch of strangers that had no relation to him whatsoever. So, as a result, he started to act out a bit towards his foster parents causing him to bounce from one foster home to another for about a year until he had enough of it and just decided to run away instead, not too long after his seventeenth birthday.

Ever since then, Benny's been on his own while continuing to practice his magic. Of course, he had to be careful in not getting caught by the police or any other suspicious adults if he wanted to avoid going back to foster care. But once he turned eighteen, he was finally in clear and could finally stop having to look over his shoulder. At least...for that reason, anyway, because in order for him to survive on the streets he had to take up some...dirty and underhanded tactics just to get by. Like stealing or conning people out of their money.

Eventually, he decided to put his ability to do magic to good use by taking up a job as a mercenary spell caster (or wizard in his case) to earn way more money than he was getting by simply just stealing it from others. Turns out that other supernatural creatures tend to pay good money to have someone else do their dirty work for them. Like stealing valuable items for them or even kidnapping someone for them. Sometimes they would even pay him just to gather intel on someone or something for them for whatever reason (he never bothered to ask because he figured what's the point in needing to know as long as he got paid). Of course, the one kind of job that Benny would never accept to do was anything involving killing someone. He still had morals, after all. Even if he isn't the happy-go-lucky, goody-two-shoes kind of person he used to be before his grandma's passing. There are just some things that a person can't change about themselves and killing others was one of them for Benny Weir. Regardless, of how much living on the streets had changed him. He could never bring himself to kill anybody. Human or otherwise. Unless...he was backed into a corner and had no other option, that is. But a situation like that never came to be for him. Yet, that is.

But he had no problem roughing a guy up, though, if that's what the job entailed. However, most of his jobs would call for him to steal something from somewhere or someone, though. Which was the case with his job now, which has led him here to Whitechapel.

"So, this Whitechapel, eh?" thoughtfully stated Benny, as he glanced around at his surroundings and took it all in. "Huh. Not too shabby of a place, if I do say so myself." he then smirked pleasantly before slinging his large duffle bag over his shoulder and walking off to go find some cheap hotel to stay in. Not that he couldn't afford to stay in a more nicer one, that is. It was just, he had to keep a low profile, was all, since he is a wanted man and all. In both the human world and the supernatural world, too.

Although, in a quaint little town like this he highly doubted that he had to worry about the authorities recognizing him due to the size of the town. He was a small-time criminal in the eyes of the human world authorities. So, no way news of his criminal deeds has reached this little town's neck of the woods, yet. Hopefully, that is. But for now, Benny could somewhat relax on that part of his job, at least. He only had to keep an eye for any supernatural threats that might want a little payback for something he's done to them or someone they knew, that is. And right now, he could tell that this little town was brimming with supernatural activity. So, it was best he remained on his toes when wandering around at night or in the shadows.

A/N: And that's chapter 1, folks! :D

Sorry, for it being so short and all but this is only the intro chapter, after all. A look into...who Benny Weir is in this story. Or at least...how he got to where he is now, that is. *giggles* ;P Anyway, the next might be a short one, too, since it'll cover more on what it is Benny came to do in Whitechapel and who his boss is. But I do hope you all enjoyed reading chapter 1, though! :D Even if it is on the short side a bit. *shrug* :/ Lol! :P

Until next time, I'll be seeing you all around. Bye! ;D