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Beacon Hills, California has always been a mecca to the supernatural, even before the foundation of the small town. Over the years the blossoming town blended with the supernatural as it is today. Some blame the Nemeton's power for this magnetism however, over the years the tree's power had drained and yet, the supernatural still found it's way in Beacon Hills. Three teens, Scott, Alison and Stile's used the power of channeling their deaths, and now, the Nemeton's power has fully awoken—once again making Beacons Hill's a monster magnet.

A new family known as the Walcotts has recently re-located to this particular town. Christina, Michael and their two sons, David and Sean—your typical American—church going—family. They had everything from money to the looks. Sure, they might look like a happy poster family, but underneath their pretty faces lye a savaged hunger for human flesh. They weren't human—instead they happened to be the deadliest creatures of the supernatural. Blood thirsty monster next door with a basement filled with dead bodies—and no matter how hard they try to change their lifestyle, their still labeled as monsters.

As a supernatural living in Beacon Hills you can only be two things. And the Walcotts are about to be exposed for what they truly are. Question is: are they the heroes? Or the villain?

"Willow! Willow!" Sean called, shivering as a strong gust of wind blew past him. "Where are you—you stupid cat?" He said walking down the street. It was past ten leaving the streets deserted. By no means was Sean scared. Beacon Hills was a safe place to live—well four years ago, now it's one of the highest unsolved murder rates of any country. Still, young Sean didn't have much to fear as he wandered down the street. It wasn't much of a task.

"I should have put shoes on," Sean grumbled underneath his breath as he shook his foot, desperately trying to free the pebble stuck to the bottom of his foot.]

Sean heard the sound of heavy footsteps and paused, his head snapping up. "Hey!" he shouted. The tall figure across the street stopped, their head twisting before landing in his direction. "Have you seen a black and white cat?" He asked. The person didn't move—nor shout anything back, instead, they walked over with long quick strides. It surprised him a little—and if anything made him feel uncomfortable. His urges weren't under control yet, the number one reason he hated being around people. The figure walked into the streetlight, giving Sean a clear view of him. It was curly-haired blonde guy.

"You lost your cat?" He said, stopping in front of him. Keen on avoiding eye contact, Sean darted his eyes around, looking for the damn cat.

"Yeah, have you seen him?" Sean shook his head, bouncing. Those damn pebbles were digging into his feet. The wind blew again spreading goosebumps along his exposed arms—bringing a thick moist musky smell his way. His nose twitched at the smell that invaded his nostrils. Sean groaned internally, knowing what that smell meant. The blonde curly-haired guy spoke up, disrupting Sean's frantic thoughts. "Aren't you cold?" He asked, his voice was light, almost getting lost in the wind. Sean felt his stomach drop. The sound of the blonde's voice made his insides twinkle—and not in a good way. His throat was starting to feel clogged up as his mouth quickly dried. He cursed himself mentally because he felt his nerves taking over.

The young man waved his hand in Sean's face, "you ok?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. Sean looked up and smiled tightly, realizing he hadn't answered. "I-I'm fine," he stuttered. Sean, however was anything fine?. Sean narrowed his eyes, looking at the blonde again.

"Aren't you cold?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow. The blonde guy—who's name Sean still hadn't learned—was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a white shirt and sneakers—no jacket in site, much like Sean, but Sean knew the reasons why. He just hope the boy didn't know his secret too.

"I'm great..." he trailed off, playing with hands as his lip twitched, an awkward smile forming. "Do you need help looking for you cat? His smiled widened—infecting Sean as he shot him a small smile back. It was rare that he could be around someone and control his cravings

"I'm Isaac by the way, sorry for not introducing myself earlier," he—Isaac said while scratching the back of his head.

"Sean," The shorter boy said extending his hand. Isaac shook it still smiling. "Nice to meet you."Once again, the sincere smile returned to Issac's face.

"Likewise." Suddenly, Issac jerked out of Sean's grip, his head shooting down as he jumped. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pointed down.

"Oh—I think we found your cat?" He muttered. Sean made a huh sound before looking down, his shoulders relaxing a bit at the small black and white cat rubbing against Isaac's leg. A twinge of jealousy struck inside of him.

"She seems to like you," He noted, bending down to pick Willow up. She was his cat—plus, he spent half the night searching for her in the dark, freezing his ass of and picking pebbles wedged between his toes and yet, she chose to rub against him? (Nice add)

"That's not a normal thing," Isaac murmured, shrugging his shoulders softly. Sean knew what he was referring to but decided to stay quiet about it. He didn't need anyone asking questions. so he wasn't going to start.

"I've never seen you around here before are you new to the area?" Sean asked while stroking Willow.

"I just moved back to the area and I have an apartment on Bleaker Street, I kind of wondered around," Isaac said cracking a wide smile. Isaac rocked his head side-to-side, his wide smile to painted on his mouth.

"I just moved back here. I was kind of wondering around—fresh air and all." he snickered.

"Well, it was nice to meet you." Sean paused, stepping away and walking backwards. "Thanks for the help." He said sincerely. Sean turned around, his back now facing Isaac.

"You aren't going to tell me where you're coming from walking around in bare feet," Isaac hollered back.

"I live right there!" Sean shouted, pointing to the largest house on the block.

Isaac followed his finger trail, his eyes widening at the large white and blue modern Gothic style home at the end of the street. "Wow..." Issac whispered to himself quietly. "What a house." Sean never turned around to catch his reaction. He jogged the rest of the way home and hopped up the steps to his house. He turned around just in time to catch the blonde walking away into the dark. A low growl from inside his house made him stiffen. The door swung open nearly hitting him.

A shirtless, shaggy-haired guy glared menacingly at him. "What the hell were you doing!?" He barked. Sean sighed, pushing past his older brother.

"David, I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now." Sean muttered, rubbing a spot above his brow in frustration. He was tired—and hungry—plus he spent half the night searching for his cat, who was peacefully resting comfortably in his arms. David clenched his jaw, annoyed. He liked this town and refused to let his brother ruin this chance for them again.

"You were talking to a human, dumbass—anything could've happened!" David scoffed, his upper lip curling. "We all know you're a little bitch when it comes to self-control." He sneered, stepping into Sean's personal space.

"Screw you I was fine, and second he wasn't human," Sean said getting back into his brother's narrow face. Even though they were brothers they didn't look much a like. David had darker hair and eyes, and was much taller then Sean. The two even had different body types with Sean being more muscular and David slender with a lengthy frame.

Sean flinched slightly, his brothers words felt like those damn pebbles that were digging into his foot—painful. "Screw you—I was fine." Sean's nose flared as he took those three steps to get in his brother's narrow face, "he wasn't even a human."

David's eyebrows shot skyward, his mouth opening and closing like a baby trying to say their first words. "What!?" It came out like a squeal. "Then what the hell is he?"

Sean huffed. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He grumbled sarcastically. David let out a low rattling, warning the younger Walcott. Sean, not wanting to piss of his temperamental brother, relented.

"Fine—I think he was a werewolf, okay?" He answered, placing Willow on the ground.

"Goddamn Sean!" David bellowed, his hair dangling in front of his face. His cheeks were red from the anger. "We don't fucking associate with wolves—let alone talk to them—di-did he know what you were?" He was going frantic now as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. His eyes landed on the cat, a deep angry growl slipping past his lips before he struck his leg out, trying to kick Willow.

"David-" Sean pushed him away using his all his strength, sending the shaggy blonde stumbling into the wall, "What the hell!" Willow, afraid, darted out of the hallway and ran somewhere else. Sean growled, glaring venomously at the ass-twat staring back.

"What! What was he?" David seemed shocked.

"He was a werewolf I…I think," Sean answered.

"Did he know what you are? God damn it Sean! You don't talk to fucking werewolves,"

"Stop playing these silly games, Sean. First you get this stupid thing-" David pointed to the stairs were Willow was perched, 'meowing' softly, "and now your making friends with werewolves—are you trying to force us to leave—I-I mean do you want people of this town to chase us out with pitch forks?"

"Stop being so dramatic, will you?"Sean laughed darkly.

"Yea more likely they will have guns and silver bullets to kill us all, then you can laugh with your werewolf boyfriend," David said walking past Sean and towards the stairs. He said, pushing past Sean and heading up the stairs, not at all bothered by the cat.

"Mom and dad lied, David." Sean whispered, his shoulders falling. He pressed his lips together, looking up to meet his brother's green-eyes. "There are people we can be around and not want to eat."

David stopped at the last step, his head bowing as he listened.

"When talking to Isaac, I was in control, the feelings were barely there, What else have you all lied to me about?" Sean asked

"You think anything wants to deal with our kind your mistaken baby brother. Go ahead invite your new werewolf friend over, and show them this," David raced down the stairs and pressed his hand against the panel of the wall next to the old grandfather clock. David shook his head sadly, "

"Do you really believe anything or anyone wants to deal with our kind?" Sean opened his mouth, only to snap it shut. "Think again, baby brother. "David turned around, his eyes laced with a dark bitterness. "Well go ahead, invite your new friend over—show him the basement full of bodies." David raced back down the stairs and pressed his hand against the panel of the wall next to the old grandfather clock. The wall slid apart bringing along a cold drift as puffs of white clouds came out.

"There has to be more to our lives then this I believe we can be different-"Sean finally spoke up.

"Sean, brother, I have tried to be nice and tell you this—but you don't listen." He stressed, exasperated. "Were Wendingo's—were lucky to have these forms and remain human as possible. We can smile and go out and have fun—but at the end of the day we have to come back home and eat those dead bodies stored in the basement. It's our nature, it's how we survive—if we don't do that then we become another head on some hunters mantel!" David removed his hand from the panel, letting the doors slid shut before stepping away.

"You and I are monsters, Sean. Live it, learn—or die..the choice is yours, brother." David said, the sincerity in his voice struck a chord with Sean. He was always bitter and downright refused to show any emotion to anything around him—one of the reasons Sean and him weren't close anymore. And as Sean stood there in silence digesting his brothers heartfelt words he still couldn't help but feel that David was wrong—he had to be. He had to be—Sean refused to believe he was truly so evil, he still had hope for himself and his family—even if they already gave up.

"Sean, brother I have tried to be nice and tell you this, but you just don't listen. We are Wendigo's, we are lucky enough to even have these forms and have remained as human as we have, but that world outside isn't for us. We can put on the smile and go out, but at the end of the day if we didn't come back here and eat those dead bodies in our lock up we'd be another head on some hunters mantel. We are monsters, learn it, live it or die, those are your choices brother," David said clearly and with a hint of emotion that he normally lacked before walking back up the stairs.

Sean was silent as he digested what his brother just said, and he did have merit in those words Sean couldn't disagree, but he felt something, something normal when he was talking with that boy Isaac. Hell that was the first time in over a year that he said anything to anyone that wasn't just hello, goodbye or when he was with his parents at church. It felt right to be able to talk to someone with out thinking about ripping into their juggler and eating every bit of their insides. When he talked with Isaac their was no desire, and that is what freaked Sean out the most, because for all of his life his parents and brother have told him that being around anyone, human or not he would want to kill them, and they were right, every person human that is he has wanted to eat every single piece of them till their was bone, but he had never met a young werewolf, hell he had only met one other supernatural creature when they lived in Denver and that was the only reason why he knew the smell of a werewolf. His parents did a good job hiding themselves from not only the human world, but also the supernatural.

Being a Wendigo is a rarity and one special ability of theirs is control over their sent, Sean was taught so early that he couldn't even turn it on if he wanted because it was drilled into him at such a young age, but Sean can't blame his parents for doing what is need to keep them alive, he knew it himself, but the loneliness he felt was horrible. Getting Willow, his pet cat was the first live non-monster thing in his life. Sean heard his parents talking about it one night when they had thought he had fallen asleep about how he was going to eat the cat within a day, but Sean proved them wrong.

"Sean, sweetie go to sleep," A woman called out with a sweet tone to her voice.

"I am mom be right up," Sean called out as his finger pushed the old fashion light switch in. As he climbed the stairs he thought about what it would be like to be normal to actually be happy, and by the time he made it to the top of the stairs he wanted to cry because he knew he wasn't human and he knew what David said was probably true. Straight ahead from the staircase was his parents room and a old sofa, as Sean made the right to get to his room he could see his parents light on in their room. He was scared that they heard all of his conversation with David. Quickly Sean walked into his room pulled off his shirt and jumped into bed. It wasn't too long before Willow wiggled her way through the crack in the door to join him in bed.

"You don't judge me do you?" Sean said to Willow as she snuggled against his bare body. "Do you think theirs something more for my life then just being a monster? Sean knew he wouldn't get an answer, but he couldn't keep the questions in anymore and all he had was Willow. Sean lay there thinking all the same thoughts over and over again till finally he drifted off to sleep.