Monday Late-Morning, January 10th, Beacon Hills Highschool, Beacon Hills, California....
"It looks exactly how I remember." Lucas said as he stood before Beacon Hills High.
It was like all tv show high schools. Spotless. Clean. Red gazebo style rooftops and shingled edges shadowed the cement grounds. Massive windowpanes lined the hallways and peered into classrooms where students were already seated and looking over papers passed by exhausted and grey haired teachers.
"Inside this school, there's a werewolf, a possible Canima— that won't be happening now, a banshee— that won't happen the way it did before as far as I'm concerned, and a Nogitsune. Man, stiles killed that performance. I'll need to kill mine in the next three…. Two…. O—"
An Escalade pulled up by the walkway into Beacon Hills High.
Just as Lucas remembered.
Ever since he'd entered the city swarming with hunters, he'd worked to maintain the transformation and fortification of his internal organs and sensory organs.
As a result, he could perfectly hear their conversation on the other side of the triple reinforced windows.
"Dad—"
"Alison, it is fine. You're a little late. But—"
"But it's my first day!" Alison whined.
"Yes, and last night— before your first day, some wild rabies infested animal decimated a forest and ate a bear and is probably to blame for that missing half of the woman up north."
Lucas nodded to himself, "Naturally, I took Peter's spot in the plot line. Chris— Alison's father, is still lying to his daughter about his activities as per usual and I'm assuming they're going to adjust their hunting strategy….. buff up their numbers now that the Beast Alpha was killed by something worse. By me. I should expect Kate and Gerard to come earlier. Gerard for sure if I do what I think I might do to Kate. That damn psycho burned babies aliv—"
Alison stepped out of the car. She was visibly rushed, anxious and angry, but still beautiful with her porcelain skin, high cheekbones and voluminous brown hair.
She looked up at him as she swept her hair behind her ear and froze. Only a moment. Barely at all. But with Lucas's heightened senses, it lasted a while.
Long enough for him to hear her blood pulsing in her veins. Long enough for him to smell how her perfuming soaked into her soft skin—
"H-Hi….. sorry, did you hear any of that?" Alison asked.
"No." Lucas shook his head.
Alison sighed, "Good." She turned and found Chris— her dad— who was a Hunter, eyeballing the both of them.
He drove off after nodding to them both. When Alison turned back to face him, he had a pencil held out for her.
Alison raised an eyebrow and did that foxy half-smile she does before taking the pencil, "Thank… you."
"I heard a little." Lucas replied with a shrug.
Alison looked back to the car driving away and then back to Lucas, "I…. I didn't tell my dad I don't have a pencil."
"I can read minds." Lucas replied quickly.
Alison nodded, "...right."
"Mhm, you can have my name, that's not weird to ask. It's Lucas by the way." Lucas said and held out a hand.
Alison laughed and took his hand. "You must be reading someone else's mind, I wasn't thinking that."
Lucas shrugged as he held her hand. Her palms were soft, "Well— maybe. But that's not the point."
"Oh really? What is then?" Alison asked.
"I think you can read minds too. Given what I just told you, what do you think is going through my mind?" Lucas asked.
Alison playfully thought to herself before saying, "Mhhmmmmm…. I see… your thoughts are very loud. You want to know my name. It's Alison. Alison—"
"Alison Argent... pretty name." Lucas replied.
Alison lost her smile and looked astonished for a moment. Lucas winked at her, "How—"
Before she could reply, the principle of the school stepped outside and approached them at a brisk pace.
"Alison Argent? Lucas Corvan? You're both late."
Alison collected herself and apologized to the principle.
Lucas thanked ROB for allowing him to enter the school without having to forge any signatures or break— any more, laws.
"Not to worry, most classes are only reading the syllabus together. Follow me, I'll show you to your classes."
The two headed inside the school behind the principle.
"So…. Lucas Corvan." Alison whispered.
Lucas nodded.
"Not a pretty name." Alison said.
"I was thinking more badass." Lucas replied.
"What's more badass than silver? That's like the second most famous metal, what does your name mean?" Alison asked.
"Raven. One of the smartest birds. Also called wolf-birds. Not to brag." Lucas shrugged and overplayed his smugness.
The principle looked back at them.
Lucas quickly straightened in posture and smiled.
When the principle looked ahead once more, Alison laughed.
She was taken to class first.
She looked like she wanted to say something different as they stood in front of the classroom door but she hesitated.
Lucas spoke instead, "I'll see you around, silver."
Alison giggled…. and blushed. "Later, wolf-bird."
The principle forcibly cleared his throat as he opened the door, motioning for Alison to enter.
Lucas watched her go, "Wasn't my type before….. but I kinda get it now."
His mind was immediately taken elsewhere as Scott looked up from his syllabus in the second row from the front of the class and met eyes with Lucas.
His jaw dropped immediately.
If he didn't recognize Lucas' face— he recognized the smell.
Just like Lucas recognized his.
He brought a finger to his lips. Motioning for Scott to be quiet. At the same time, he tried to work his linking to Scott as his Alpha.
Silence.
The principle moved to close the door.
"Hold on." Lucas pushed the door back open and held Scott's gaze.
He could feel it. His thoughts were a distant whisper. Fragmented. Following images. Recollections of the night before. But those too were fragmented.
"It's….you….. ate…. Monster…" Was all Lucas heard.
Lucas shut the door.
The principle looked at him in disbeleif.
"I have to use the bathroom." He turned and walked off.
"Mr. Corvan?….. Mr. Corvan!"
Lucas was way too deep in his own mind. "That's not how it worked in the show. The Alpha and Beta mental link was a lot more fluid. Through scents and scars and sights we should be able to share images and intentions. It's like the connections interrupted or laggy. Like it's not impossible….. just underdeveloped? I mean it's possible Scott is just not in my pack…. But he didn't start showing real signs of being a true alpha until the start of season two. If Peter could work him then I should be able to….. "
He entered the bathroom and locked the door so he could pace comfortably.
"Why am I not like the other alphas? Obviously it's because I'm also a Lycan— a different kind. But why is that interrupting the spark? Peter bit me. His fangs penetrated all the s..." Lucas trailed off.
As he looked down at his hands— and really the rest of his fortified body, he gained a theory.
"Penetration….. well, that didn't sound right. But that's it. Maybe one spark isn't enough— alpha or not. I'm probably one of the most durable things this world has ever seen. Maybe I need more sparks. That might also explain my eyes not being full red. But that's a far out theory to test. For now, I guess all I can do is test if all of my werewolf abilities are half developed. That and see how to best prepare myself for the rest of what this season can throw at me. Season two and three is when everything really begins. When I can really die. For now, it's all planning and work. Making Peter my dinner was actually a genius move. Here's to more of those."