The Beacon

The sign before entering the town had been the same for months, ever since the man came out here the other day to change the numbers. The thought always crossed his mind, the thought of just how many times he would be sent out here to change the sign, when he left the sign it was just fine. The graffiti must have happened the next night but there is was shining for all to see. Beacon Hills, population 9,459 but there was something new on the sign, no one was sure who put it there but now the nine was crossed out in what looked like blood, the number three was now written underneath it in the same blood. When the call came into the station about the blood, ever thought it was just some school prank with school just around the corner but the sheriff had a feeling that it was quite possibly something sinister to come. He remembered when his life seemed easy, when there were hardly any deaths in this small, California town; just a few unsolved ones here and there. Now, he was scared to just think how many of those deaths had something supernatural connected to them. He had seen many things lately; his son being possessed by some Japanese spirit, werewolves, foxes, and not to mention the death of one of his son’s friends. He fought hard to keep his job with the force but looking at the sign that stood before him; he couldn’t help but to wonder why he fought so damn hard for it.
“Get a sample of the blood, check it in with the system” said the Sheriff with a sigh as the two deputies went to work, he looked to the skyline of his hometown, what the hell could be brewing now.
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A new town. A new home. Mason looked out the window of his parent’s car, his older sister sitting beside him as their parents sat in the front seat; their hands laced. Of course they wouldn’t be pissed about a new start and a new damn town, but Mason had to leave his friends and life behind and he wasn’t even sure why his parents wanted to move. It was his junior year in high school, his sister’s senior year and he wanted to finish out school in New Orleans; not some small, California town. His parents had promised them that they wouldn’t be like the travelers before them, Romanians, gypsies for a better term. They promised that they would never roam around and stay in one town but I guess that was not going to happen. His mother had a “feeling” that they had to move to Beacon Hills, something that Mason had never put much stock in and something his friends always found cool but a little scary. His mother could “see” the future, thought she only saw bits and pieces, mostly it was just little pictures in her head. She had a small shop on Bourbon Street, tourists would come in for spells and things to help with their mundane problems that they couldn’t handle on their own. He knew most of the stuff his mom gave them were just fake things; he didn’t believe in magic much less that a bag of dirt could do anything for anyone. He looked up the road ahead of him, the sign showing the name of the new city welcomed him to the city line, there was also a dark haired girl standing at the sign with a crossbow; he turned to his sister to tell her about the girl but when he turned back; the girl was gone but he couldn’t help but to see the red paint on the sign. He wasn’t sure what this town had in store for him but he had a feeling that it couldn't be good.

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Scott looked down at the picture of Allison, he couldn't believe it had almost been three months since the female hunter’s death, his ex-girlfriends death. There were nights when he could still see her dead, cold eyes staring up at him as he held her. The last words to him I love you, I always loved you; he still couldn't believe that she was gone. She died a hero’s death, he knew that is what she wanted but he wanted her here with him. He placed the picture back beside his bed and looked to the clock on the wall, it was almost time for him to go to work. He knew Deaton wouldn't be upset if he was late to show up at the Vet clinic but he still hated being late. His phone beeped again, another text from his best friend, Stiles. He just sighed and put the phone in his pocket, he didn't really text or call anyone anymore. Stiles was busy keeping his mind off being a Japanese demon with video games, Derek was doing whatever brooding wolves do with their psychotic uncles, Jackson was supposed to come back to Beacon Hills (something Scott really didn’t care about), and Lydia had taken up a new shopping addiction to mask the pain of losing her best friend. He didn't know where Chris and Isaac had gone too, in fact, Scott really didn’t care right now. He just wanted to focus on his life; no matter how fucked up his life seemed.
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Beacon Hills Veterinary Clinic, the sign on the door said, it was like a welcome relief to him. He had only been here a day but his dad was forcing him to get a part time job for after school and apparently the man who owned this clinic was an old friend of his. Mason didn’t mind this in the least, he wanted to get out of the house; especially with his mom opening up a fortune telling room in the house to serve the stupid people of this town and she was teaching Kayla some of the trick of the trade. Mason didn’t like the aspect of giving these strangers false hope, but apparently it was a long standing tradition in their family. The Romani myths and folklores that he heard all throughout his life; he never believed them but the rest of the family did.
“You looking for Deaton?” came a male voice from behind him, Mason turned to see a tanned, cute boy standing there with a dark haired girl behind him, with a frown on her face.
“Yeah, I am supposed to see him about some job” said Mason with a shrug.
“Yeah, he told me he wanted to get me some help. I am sure he is in there” said Scott opening the door for him, Mason entered first and looked to Scott who closed the door before the girl could enter, and Mason frowned.
“That was a little rude, dude. You could have held the door open for her” said Mason moving to the door to open it, but the girl shook her head.
“What girl?” asked Scott confused, looking out the door but not seeing anyone.
“The girl” said Mason turning to Scott, before turning to the door but the girl was gone, “that seems to be gone”
“Yeah, ok, man” said Scott walking to the back to find Deaton leaving Mason to stand at the door wondering why the girl with the crossbow keeps showing up where he is and why she keeps disappearing.