Chapter One: The New Kid

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Stiles walked through his eighth new school of the year, every little aspect of the school being observed and taken down to even the smallest detail. How many lockers lined each wall, how many cracks were in each tile, and how many kids wandered off to go do whatever they did by the sports fields before the first bell rang.

He was accustomed to this, lots of times whatever town he and his brothers moved to next or investigate required him to find the weakest link in the high school. A teenager that had saw something they shouldn't have, or one guilty that they had to endure what there nest or pack did on a nightly run for food. It was a routine, one Stiles loathed, one he had done a hundred times over. Yet something about this town, he could tell was different. Deaths of the supernatural sign had been occurring here for quite some time.

Usually they were random, or only happened in so many years they could pick out the exact reason and make a good assumption of what they were up against while Stiles got his "education" yet this town, well as Dean had said was different. The Argents, had pretty much renounced hunting and they were the primal werewolf hunters. They followed a code however, Stiles and his brothers did not. If it was a threat it would be taken out, but as they had learned from a hunter turned werewolf, not all monsters were bad.

The line was thin, all three brothers knew this and Stiles knew it all to well. Beheading
a vampire was one thing, a werewolf was another. While this town was known for werewolves, obvious of the reason the Argents had laid claim to this town for so long, werewolf related deaths weren't the reason Stiles and his brothers had roamed into town. It was because of the deaths that weren't.

Something was rising in this town that the brothers weren't sure of yet knew wasn't natural. Yet werewolves were still a large threat of considered dangerous, and even more so if they couldn't find that sense of control. It wasn't exactly a demon they were after, no it wasn't ever that simple anymore. No Ghost, no crazy instruct riddled house, not even Crowley up to his mischief betrayals that came all to often.

Missing kids, but random bodies tied up to trees, there wasn't a pattern but somehow they had to be connected. Stiles couldn't wrap head around it, neither could Sam or Dean. Yet it was the first day of school and Stiles had an English class to attend, he had to make himself somewhat involved if he ever wanted to make his way out of a life of hunting. It was the family tradition one that his dad had dragged them into, one that had gotten Sam possessed by Lucifer, one that had made him lose his brother time and time again. Stiles wasn't his brothers, nor did he want to be. He didn't have an important story to the man upstairs, that's what the old prophet Chuck had said at least. He was the one who made it out, that was what his story was supposed to be.

Yet as Stiles stopped by his locker and opened it for the first time he knew deep inside that was never going to be the case. He could escape but he would never truly leave the world not when he had been born and raised with all the signs to know of supernatural occurrences. He wasn't born thinking it was all some tall tale that people thought of in there minds to scare people, no it was all to real and it was horrifying.

"I don't want a boyfriend, I want a distraction!" A voice shot out next to Stiles as he shoved random junk into his locker and fixing himself up for his A day schedule. He glanced to his right to see a dark haired girl and a strawberry blonde talking amount himself and he let himself chuckle slightly to himself.

Oh to be normal, Stiles thought to himself as he closed his locker and walked past the pair of girls, ignoring the stares they gave him as he walked past. He wished he could be normal enough to start a relationship, actually feel something but his blade entering a monster to end its life. Yet he never knew anything else, he would whore himself out like Dean did when he got the itch to go fuck something, nor would he stoop so desperate to a demon blood craving as Sam had done with Ruby.

While Stiles didn't care about his brothers urges, or lifestyles, he wasn't going to let himself get close to anyone. He wouldn't be here for much longer for a month anyways so what was the point. The only love he could have was the feeling of saving a life, not anything a Normal teenager would be craving. So he continued to do what he did best, analyze, and make sure if anything happened around him in this school he could find a way to counter it.

He walked into his first class of the day as the bell rang and sat down in the middle row, uninterested in syllabus day he simply began to scribble aimlessly down in his notebook about what he had saw today so far as the teacher noticed them they couldn't be on there phones durning her class.

Only when she took attendance did Stiles look up and raise his hand not bothering to say a word. What would it matter anyways, either he would be left in this town for a month while his brothers took up another hunt or he wouldn't be in school for half a year and Sam would home school him the best he could or Stiles would simply teach himself through YouTube videos when the hunt was to "dangerous" for him to be involved with.

Yet as his name was called he couldn't help but notice a dark haired girl look back at him curiously

Argent

Stiles wrote down in his notepad, they had come back but he would have to see why they had decided to come back whether to hunt, or just live out a normal life.

As class went by Stiles rubbed his eyes in boredom, the only highlight was some kid being called out of first period early to go home on the first day. Oh wasn't Scott so lucky, or unlucky when Stiles knew the poor teen wolf would end up being integrated by his brothers later. They knew the town, there was no random guessing who was involved with who this time around. Christopher Argent had been more then willing to share all the details to Dean over a phone call.

Scott was one of the "good ones" yet Stiles knew how easily a temptation the power that dwelled inside of him could ruin that image.

The sudden slapping against the window jolted Stiles out of his thoughts as he glanced at the wall of clear class in front of him to see a random blood stain. Raising an eyebrow in confusion Stiles glanced around the class to see them sharing his look of concern. Narrowing his eyes Stiles then saw a flock of birds flying towards the window.

They were flying low, unnaturally low. The building was only two stories high, while birds weren't the brightest they wouldn't just blindly fly into a building this low to the ground. Maybe the first had been injured, or just brain dead. Yet as he and the rest of the class watched it wasn't just the lone bird that decided to slam against the window the whole flock came at once. One after another before the glass began to crack.

As his eyes glanced towards the exit door the windows shattered and birds came flying through the classroom. Stiles dove to the ground taking his desk with him, covering his face to protect his eyes he noticed the same strawberry blonde from earlier lying on the ground in utter shock. Throwing himself upwards and batting birds away Stiles grabbed the girls arm and pulled her towards him shielding her head from the birds that were now randomly clawing at his head. He pulled her behind his desk, rapping his arms around her face before digging his head down into her back.

"Cover your face!" Stiles exclaimed as random claw marks tore at his shoulders and legs as he held the girl close. It felt like hours the birds flew around tearing into students and slamming around the classroom before there was silence. Stiles rose his face up glancing around at the Radom feathers and dead birds lying around the classroom before separating himself from the girl and standing up confused.

After being to more schools and arrange towns then he could count Stiles couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement of the hunt that laid before him and his brothers.

It was the grand opening, the supernatural being knew they were here now, that was evident. They wanted to play, and as Stiles helped the strawberry blonde to her feet he couldn't feel more confused.

"This happen often?" Stiles asked the girl who looked at him in a confused look before responding simply with.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills."

Hope you liked the chapter, this is a test chapter of something I sat on for a long time. Let me know what you think please!

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 04, 2021 ⏰

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