Scott leaned down, his sharp claws sliding into the back of the shriveled Eric. As his claws pierced the vampire's skin, Scott's mind was flooded with a surge of mories, vivid and brutal. He closed his eyes, letting the torrent of Eric's long, dark life unfold before him.
Eric's mories were a twisted archive of over two centuries of carnage. Scott saw how Eric had been turned into a vampire at the age of forty, his aging frozen at that mont. His transformation into a predator unleashed an insatiable bloodlust, and Eric reveled in it. From the very beginning, he had targeted won exclusively, finding their blood more palatable. Scott grimaced as he watched the trail of death Eric had left behind—a butcher of innocents.
Through Eric's eyes, Scott saw glimpses of history. Eric had participated in both World War I and World War II. In the latter, Eric had been a Nazi soldier, nicknad Der Schlachter. Despite not understanding German, Scott didn't need translation. The blood-soaked images of Eric's brutality on the battlefield were enough to explain the title.
Scott's heart sank further as he realized the depth of supernatural involvent in both wars. Werewolves, kitsunes, wendigos, and other creatures fought alongside humans, blending into history's shadows. Eric had thrived in that chaos, his violence unchecked and his thirst unending.
Scott saw Eric's arrival in Arica during the 1970s. Eric had continued his predatory spree, moving from city to city, his charm masking his monstrous nature. He drained and murdered countless won, discarding them like trash. Then, a month ago, when he was passing by Beacon Hills, Eric felt a mystical force pulling him to the heart of the woods.
Through Eric's perspective, Scott saw his discovery of the Neton tree. The vampire had panicked, knowing that such a place was likely protected by a powerful guardian. Eric had investigated cautiously, eventually learning about Talia Hale's role as the Neton's guardian. Upon discovering her death, Eric felt secure enough to stay in Beacon Hills.
Still, Eric had been cautious, avoiding murder until one fateful night when his thirst overpowered him. He killed a woman in the woods, but his cri did not go unnoticed. A black-haired woman appeared, her smirk unnerving. Eric had fled in fear, sensing she could annihilate him with ease.
Scott wondered who that woman was.
Then Scott's grip tightened, anger building as he witnessed Eric's more recent atrocities. The vampire had compelled lissa to forget catching him drinking stolen blood. He had then killed a nurse nad Jennifer, stashing her body in the morgue. The mories stopped abruptly at their encounter earlier that night.
When Scott withdrew his claws, his eyes narrowed as he processed what he'd seen. 'This monster has lived too long.' He thought.
However, one mory piqued his interest. Scott smirked as he saw Eric's hidden wealth—a bank account under a false na holding over $100 million. "Not bad for a butcher," Scott muttered.
lissa approached cautiously. "What did you see, Scott?"
Scott gestured to Eric. "You need to see this for yourself, Mom. It's ugly, but you're part of this world now. You need to know what kind of creatures exist out there."
lissa hesitated, then nodded. "Alright." She crouched beside Eric, sank her claws into his neck, and gasped as his mories poured into her mind.
When she pulled back, her eyes were glowing red with rage. She kicked the withered vampire, her voice trembling. "You vile, disgusting bastard!"
Scott caught her in a comforting hug before she could lash out further. "It's okay, Mom. He won't make it past tonight."
lissa exhaled shakily, letting Scott's presence calm her.
Scott released her and turned back to Eric, his gaze cold. "Let's see if you've got anything left to take." He drove his claws into Eric again, this ti draining the vampire of his remaining power. Eric's body shriveled further, his skin clinging tightly to his bones like a mummified corpse.
lissa stepped closer, her curiosity piqued. "How do we kill a vampire, Scott?"
Scott shrugged. "Let's try the classic. Wooden stake to the heart, right?"
Spotting a dry branch nearby, Scott snapped it into a sharp point. With one decisive motion, he drove it into Eric's heart. The vampire let out a final, rasping wheeze before disintegrating into a pile of dust.
lissa watched, wide-eyed. "The world is really magical." She muttered.
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Scott wiped his hands clean and turned to lissa. "I'm heading to Eric's house. He had so books on supernatural creatures I need to grab."
lissa frowned. "Scott, don't you think soone might notice if you show up there? It could lead to trouble."
"Don't worry," Scott said with a grin. "I'll be quick, and I'll cover my tracks."
lissa shook her head but smiled. "Fine, just be careful. I'm going to run so more in my wolf form. I'll et you back at the house."
Scott nodded. "Okay, Mom. Be careful and trust your instincts, if anything feels off, run. And you can always talk to telepathically."
lissa smiled warmly. "Got it."
She began to shift, but sothing unexpected happened. Instead of her wolf form, lissa transford into her full werewolf form by accident. Fur sprouted across her entire body, covering her from head to toe. Her glowing red eyes intensified, radiating power. She grew taller, her muscles becoming more defined, and her posture shifted to a blend of human and wolf. Her head transford completely, elongating into a wolf's snout, sharp teeth visible as her jaw flexed.
To her surprise, her clothes didn't tear apart but instead stretched tight over her new form. A long, bushy tail erged from her pants, swaying slightly as she adjusted to her new body.
"Whoa," lissa muttered, her voice a mix of awe and surprise. "What just happened?"
Scott laughed. "Looks like you can shift into your full werewolf form now that you're an alpha. Congrats!"
lissa examined her hands, now clawed and covered in fur. "How do I look?"
Scott scratched his head, grinning. "How should I put it? You look... cute. Hahaha!"
He stepped closer and started rubbing her head affectionately. Before he could enjoy teasing her any further, lissa growled and bit his arm—not hard, but enough to make him yelp.
"Ow! Mom, what are you doing?" Scott exclaid, pulling his arm back.
lissa glared at him. "I'm not a dog, Scott. I'm a wolf. Don't pat my head like I'm so golden retriever."
Scott chuckled nervously, backing off. "Alright, alright! No head pats. Got it."
With an exasperated sigh, lissa walked behind the car and slipped out of her clothes before shifting. Her limbs reforming into powerful legs, and her face elongated into a majestic wolf's muzzle. She erged from behind the car in her wolf form, her thick grey fur shining under the moonlight.
lissa padded forward, her tail swishing. [Wow.] she said telepathically. [I think I've gotten bigger.]
Scott took a step back, marveling at her transformation. She was massive, easily the size of a cow, her red eyes sharp and piercing. "You look majestic." Scott said, his voice filled with awe.
lissa wagged her tail slightly, then nodded. "Alright, I'm going. See you at ho, Scott. Be careful."
Scott smiled. "Always."
With that, lissa darted into the woods, her large fra disappearing into the shadows.
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Scott drove to Stiles' house, dialing his best friend on the way.
When Stiles answered, his voice was full of excitent. "What's up, Scott?"
"Throw on a black hoodie and grab so gloves. We're going on a little mission."
Stiles' curiosity peaked. "Mission? Where?"
Scott smirked. "I'll explain when I get there. Just be ready."
Stiles' laugh echoed through the phone. "Alright, I'm in. See you soon."
As Scott hung up, his mind replayed Eric's mories. The knowledge of what supernatural forces had lurked throughout history filled him with determination. Beacon Hills was his territory, and he would ensure it remained safe—no matter the cost.
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