At the Beginning

The week before the story began passed quickly.

Ciri and Drake spent most of their time shopping for supplies and new clothes, by Ciri's request, well, demand.

The rest of their time was spent relaxing or training. Drake had begun experimenting with his 'Reactive Adaptation'. The combination between it and his instant healing factor was sculpting Drake, into a War God's wet dream.

The more he trained.

The more he hurt.

The more he experienced.

The stronger he became.

The more he pushed.

The more he injured himself.

The greater the rebound.

Resulting in a frightening beast.

Ciri was unfortunate enough to discover this during one of their many sparring sessions when she'd pushed him to the very edge of his physical limit during a spar. By beating him into the floor with the help of her blink ability.

The rebounding result shocked her. After Drake's healing factor had completely healed him, they began to spar, again. Once again, Ciri spammed her blink ability thinking she could easily beat him with it, this time, however, Drake's speed and his perception had taken a massive jump due to the last beating, his body adapting to its need to be faster, both physically and mentally. He could now keep up with Ciri, even when using her blink ability, much to Ciri's shock.

Not liking to lose, she pulled out all of the stops. Pulling her sword from its sheath with her right hand and activated an enhancement spell with her mind. She bolted at Drake, swinging her sword skillfully, activating blink, once again. Drake dodged and ducked. Stepping and weaving to avoid the fatal sword swings.

She began to push him back, step by step, swing by swing. Only for Drake's eyes to glow red, his instincts kicking in from the danger Ciri was presenting.

Seeing those red eyes, something triggered within her.

Her battle lust exploded out.

Conjuring an overpowered Igni (Fire spell. Repels and ignites opponents), and blasting it at a charging Drake. Before she realized what she'd done, it hit Drake full force, setting him ablaze and blasting him through the Dojo wall.

She quickly snapped out of her battle lust and blinked through the hole in the wall, in search of Drake.

What she found, would leave a lasting image in her mind of what pure unadulterated power looked like. Despite being blasted through a wall and set ablaze, standing there was Drake.

Fire surrounded him as it licked at his naked form. His body being burnt and healed, over and over and over. Eventually, his body didn't burn and just seemed to bathe in the flames. A smile formed on Drake's face, enjoying the warmth being given off by the flames.

At this moment, Drake really did live up to his name. His Dragon-like eyes opened, focusing on Ciri.

"It would seem you've inadvertently made me immune to flames." He chuckled, walking out of the flames.

Ciri's eyes never left his body, licking her lips, she felt a different kind of lust beginning to take over.

She grabbed Drake, planting a lust filled kiss on his lips, his arms wrapping around her lower back, pulling her closer, enjoying the sensation.

Minutes passed, the pair finally separated.

"Well, that was nice." He smirked.

-

The night of the start of the story.

-

Drake decided to watch the interaction between Stiles and Scott for old time sake, making sure to stay in the shadows to avoid being seen.

He sees Stiles, climbing up onto the roof of Scott's house. Making enough noise to disturb anyone inside. It was then that Scott appeared with his baseball bat, creeping out of the door onto the porch. The next scene played out exactly as he remembered. Stiles fell and both boys screamed. Drake almost gave away his position trying to hold his laughter.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Cried Scott.

"You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?" Stiles questioned, all while dangling off the roof like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"I thought you were a predator." Scott explains.

"A pre…" Stiles laughs.

"Look, I know it's late, but you've got to hear this. I saw my Dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer of the Beacon department, and even stat police."

"For what?" Scott askes.

Stiles jumped down off the roof, before he continued.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods."

"A dead body?"

"No, a body of water." Stiles comments sarcastically.

"Yes, dumb ass, a dead body."

"You mean like murdered?" Scott asks, getting curious.

"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s." Stiles stated.

"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?"

"That's the best part. They only found half. We're going." Stiles stated, excitedly.

Scott and Stiles made their way to Beacon hills reserve. Leaving Stiles's beloved jeep behind, they began tracking their way through the woods. Drake kept an eye on them, not wanting his brother, Stiles, to get hurt doing anything stupid.

"We're seriously doing this?" Asks Scott.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles complains.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott moans. Stiles replied sarcastically.

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

Scott speaks up sounding determined.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making First line."

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Quips Stiles.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asks, stepping through the undergrowth.

"Huh! I didn't even think about that." Stiles thinks out loud.

"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles remarks.

They climbed a small hill, making Scott breathless.

"It's - comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail."

"I know." Stiles replies. While Scott pains to breathe, taking out his inhaler for some relief.

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?"

They dive to the floor seeing officers a little ways from them. Stiles gets up and runs.

"Hey, come on!"

"Stiles! Wait up! Stiles! Stiles!" Scott shouts, running through the trees.

Stiles turns to see Scott struggling to keep up and stops. He turns and gets spooked as a dog barks in his face.

"Hold it right there!" An officer yells.

Scott jumps to hide behind a tree.

Only to be discovered by the Sheriff and his deputies.

Sheriff speaks, sounding a little fed up.

"Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me." Trying to lighten the situation, Stiles speaks.

"Dad, how are you doing?"

"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" The sheriff asks.

"No, hehe. Not the boring ones." Stiles answers honestly.

"Now, where's your usual partner in crime?"

"Who, Scott? Sc - Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone." Replies Stiles.

"Scott, you out there? Scott?" Figuring Scott isn't there, he turns to Stiles and sighs, dragging Stiles alone with him.

"Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called an invasion of privacy."

-

Scott begins making his way home through the woods. He hears strange noises in his surroundings when he's startled by a group of deer running toward him nearly trampling him. Shocked, he drops his inhaler. The deer vanished into the darkness. Scott tried to find his inhaler.

Ruffling through the forest floor, he grabs his phone hoping the light will help.

Turning the screen to face the floor, scanning the floor all he sees are leaves until he freezes and finds something he wishes he hadn't. The other half of the body, he and Stiles were looking for. He springs back and falls down a small cliff. Landing hard at the bottom.

Standing up, he hears a feral growl behind him. He slowly turned around, coming face to face with a beast of a creature. Eye contact was passed between the two, the creature pounced landing on Scott, causing him to scream as the creature dragged him and took a bite out of his side. The creature and Scott bolted immediately after.

Freaked out and in pain, he rushed to the nearest road, almost getting hit by a car. When he reached the road, he heard a howl.

Drake, who had watched everything play out, smirked and thought.

'Exactly like in the show, Time to change some things.'

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The next day

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Outside Beacon Hills high school

-

Jackson pulled up at the school bumping into Scott as he left his car.

"Dude, watch the paint job."

As Jackson spoke his buddy called for him, meeting up with Lydia on the way. Just before reaching class his phone went. Lydia became curious about who could be calling her boyfriend just before class. Looking at the caller ID that appeared on the phone screen her eyes lit up. She looked at Jackson and commanded him to answer it.

"Dude, where are you?" Jackson asked.

"Someone screwed up our school transcripts, so we won't be starting till after the weekend." Drake answered, sounding annoyed.

"Seriously?" Jackson asked, sounding equally annoyed.

"Yes, unfortunately." Drake sighed. Lydia demanded Jackson pass her the phone.

"You can still come to my party on Friday though, right?" She asked.

"For my little girl, anything." Drake smiled as he spoke. His smile received the other end when Lydia's face lit up.

"Thanks Drake." A light blush reached her cheeks.

"Lydia?"

"Hmm?" She hummed.

"Can I ask a small favor?" Drake spoke politely.

"Sure." She realized she'd answered too quickly. Drake just chuckled.

"There's a new transfer student starting today. Look out for her, would you?"

Her jealousy set in.

"Who is she?" Her voice turned a little malicious.

"Someone I've known for a long time, she's basically family." Drake spoke affectionately.

"Consider it done, but you better be at my party Friday." She pouted.

"I promise, though I probably won't stay long, I tend to attract attention."

"That's fine as long as you come." 'I want a hug.' She secretly thought.

"What's her name?" Lydia asked.

"Allison, Allison Argent."

"Got it."

"And Lydia?"

"Yes?"

"One more tiny favor?" He nervously asked.

"Sure?"

"Don't tell Allison I'm here, I want to surprise her and her family."

"Fine." She sighed

"Thanks Lyds. By the way, you can get my number off Jackson, if you want to?"

She smiled.

"Will do."

"Okay, well I'll let you pair get to class. Tell the princess, I'll talk to him later."

"Will do, I'll text you later Drake. Bye." She put the phone down. A gentle smile on her face. She turned to Jackson.

"He said to tell the princess he'll call you later." She giggled after saying it, replaying Jackson chasing Drake around the parking lot. All while Jackson was muttering to himself.

"I'm actually going to kill him. I hope that nickname doesn't stick."

-

Scott and Stiles

-

Scott watched Jackson and Lydia walk into the class, slamming their things down with a ridiculous amount of force. He leaned back and whispered to Stiles

"Is it just me or do, Jackson and Lydia look more annoyed than normal today?" Stiles lifted his head to see.

"Jackson always looks annoyed." He commented.

"But now that you mention it, Lydia does seem particularly pouty. She looked fine, earlier, when she ignored me though."

"Wonder what happened?" Stiles thought aloud.

"Before they came in, it looked like they were on the phone to someone."

"Did you catch what they were talking about?" Scott shook his head. Stiles shrugged.

"Anything that annoys Jackson that much, I'm more than happy about." Commented Stiles, not realizing he was talking about his brother.

-

Class started when Scott heard a phone ringing. Looking around the classroom to see who it was, he failed to find the culprit, until the phone was picked up. Spotting the girl out on the bench.

"Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it. Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya." She said cutting the call off just before the Principal walked up to her. He began to speak.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?"

"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family." The girl sidestepped the question with a non-answer answer.

Scott heard them walk into the school and along the hall to the classroom. The Principal kept talking.

"Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while."

Opening the door they entered.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

Allison smiled and moved to her seat. Taking the pen offered by Scott with a smile.

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Lydia

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Hearing the Principal introduce Allison, Lydia's eyes narrowed but soon softened remembering Drake's request. Looking over at Allison, apparently, he was right to have her lookout for Allison, she was already attracting attention, from the wrong sorts in her opinion. Specifically Scott McCall and the hyperactive spaz, Stiles Stilinski.

No way could she allow that. She decided that even if Drake hadn't asked her a favor, she would still lookout for the girl. Plus she loved her jacket.

-

Class ended, Allison walked to her locker, turning to smile at Scott. Lydia approached.

"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia says, admiring the jacket.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison explained.

A smile bloomed on Lydia's face.

"And you are my new best friend."

Jackson arrives kissing his girlfriend.

"Hey, Jackson." she smiles. Over with Scott and Stiles, a girl asks.

"Can someone tell me, how New girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"

"Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together." Stiles states.

Back with Lydia.

"So, this weekend, there's a party."

"A party?" Allison asks.

"Yeah, Friday night. You should come." Jackson interrupts.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking." Explains Allison.

"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" She questions.

"Football's a joke in Beacon." Jackson scoffs.

"The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years."

"Because of a certain team captain." Interrupts, pecking Jackson on the lips.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is if you don't have anywhere else...."

"Well, I was going to…" Allison tried to wiggle out of going but failed.

"Perfect, You're coming."

Lydia dragged Allison off and took a seat in the stands.

-

The rest of the week passed. Nothing too significant happened.

Scott made, First line. He also asked Allison to a party, after she'd hit a dog with her car by mistake.

Scott and Stiles, while in search of Scott's inhaler, met Derek Hale, when he spooked them in the woods.

Scott was also having difficulty controlling his wolf because of the coming full moon. Stiles advised him to call his date off, but like always, ignored it. Deciding to go to the party anyway.

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Friday night, The party. Lydia's house.

-

Drake appeared outside of Lydia's house, he parked his car, remaining unseen the whole time. Jumping up, he pulled himself onto the roof near Lydia's bedroom window and lay there, enjoying the music and keeping an eye on Allison. Derek was also there, though that didn't surprise him, remembering that Derek originally takes Allison home in the show, after Scott takes off leaving her stranded at the party.

Lying there, He pulled out his phone, dropping Jackson and Lydia a message.

'I'm here.' It read. Gaining him an instant reply from both. Both messages read.

'Where?'

'The roof.' He replied.

With his superhuman senses, he heard Jackson mutter.

"Typical." Followed by the pair making their way up the stairs into Lydia's bedroom and over to her balcony.

"Drake?"

"Hmmm." A lazy hum came from the side of them.

They turned to see Drake wearing black biker jeans, a loose fitting white shirt and a black overcoat. Jackson smirked.

"So, Ciri dressed you then?" Drake sneers.

"Hardy har har, real comedian ain't ya princess." Drake hits back. Lydia interrupted before Jackson could speak.

"Drake, why are you on the roof? Second question, how did you get up here without going inside?" She didn't mind him being on the roof, she was just curious how he'd got there.

"He climbed." Jackson answered. He nodded in confirmation.

"And the answer to your first question, I can enjoy the music up here, plus I keep an eye on Allison too. Thanks for looking out for her by the way." Jackson became confused. Lydia shrugged.

"You asked for a favor, I couldn't exactly say no, besides I like her and I couldn't allow her to hang around with McCall and Stlinski."

"So that's what you were talking about on the phone." Jackson, now understanding.

Jackson left to grab drinks before returning. Lydia made Drake get down and sit on a seat like a normal person, but instead, he went and lay on her bed, just as Jackson returned.

"Seriously dude, my girlfriend's bed?" Jackson said, looking at Drake. His face read 'Really?'.

Drake just bounded toward him, grabbing his glass full of whiskey, thanking him cheekily, jumping right back on Lydia's bed.

Taking a sip of his whiskey, pure pleasure manifested on Drake's face. His eyes shooting to Jackson.

"You really are my best friend." Making Jackson smile.

"Lydia brought it, I just told her what to buy. It's not like you drink just anything, like the rabble downstairs."

"True, true…." Drake's voice suddenly becoming overly posh and snobbish.

"... I do have quite the refined pallet."

A few moments passed before the room erupted with laughter.

The laughter died down. Jackson spoke.

"Still don't like attention, huh, Drake?" Jackson and Lydia watched Drake's eyes glow. Lydia saw the same thing that happened the first time she met Drake. His presence completely changed, power pulsating from him. His eyes were cold, yet somehow warm.

"You know, I don't like idiots or suck-ups. I have no time for people like that…" He pauses. His eyes narrow at the pair.

".... I choose to surround myself with those I deem worthy of my time, and my protection and no one else." A voice growled in Drake's subconscious mind following what he'd said.

'As is my right as King.'

Jackson noticed something change in Drake. A change he'd seen many times as a child. He decided to break Drake out of it.

"Alright, your highness, we get it, you're super great and all." Jackson's comment snapped him back, a smirk forming on his lips. His presence returning to normal.

"Good, I'm glad you know how fortunate you are to be friends with the great me."

"Yeah, yeah your Highness, keep going on."

"Oh, I will, P-r-i-n-c-e-s-s." Drake said, sounding every letter out.

Lydia watched the back and forth between the two, confused at what had just happened.

All of a sudden Drake spoke up.

"It's about time I go."

"Why?" Asked Lydia.

"It would seem Mister McCall has just ran out on our dearest Allison."

"What!?!" Lydia exclaimed. Jackson spoke.

"Go on, Drake."

Drake nodded, giving Jackson a quick hug and kissing Lydia on the head, before leaving the room.

"Jackson, what just happened?" She asked, curious about Drake's odd change.

"When?"

"Earlier with Drake? The whole your Highness thing?" She asks, staring intensely at him.

"Oh, that…." He ponders.

"I'm not sure to be completely honest. Drake's been like that for as long as I can remember. Two sides on the same coin, I guess you could say. The first side, a jokester, childish, playful, kind, and warm. The other side, strong, mature, arrogant and cold. Not to mention highly aggressive to people he doesn't like or who piss him off. Weirdly though, even in his cold state, he's still warm to the people he cares for…." He pauses.

"What's the matter?" Lydia asks curiously.

"I was just thinking, the only thing that connects the two sides of the coin. His protectiveness for the people he cares about." He shivers, imagining what might happen to McCall if he'd upset Allison.

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Drake

-

Drake made his way toward the street, Allison watched as Scott drove away in his car. She heard a voice behind her.

"Allison." She turned to see a handsome stranger.

"I'm a friend of Scott's." He moves closer to her.

"My name's Derek." He half-smiled

"Don't even think about it, Derek." A voice growled one that both Derek and Allison recognized. Walking toward them, a pissed-off Drake.

"Drake?" Derek questioned. Seeing the huge beast of a man before him. Eyes glowing Drake answered, his voice now holding an animalistic quality.

"Who else would it be? Idiot." Derek stepped back instinctively, his body feeling threatened. Allison stood there nervously.

"Drake?" She asked quietly. Drake smiled.

"What's the matter? Don't you recognize me?" Allison jumped into his arms.

"What are you doing here?" She asked happily, her head pushed into his chest.

"I came to visit some friends. I was going to pop round and see you after I'd finished here, but it looks like I'll be taking you home instead." She hummed into his chest.

"Here's my keys, my car's just around the corner." She nods, making her way to the car.

Drake turned to Derek.

"I assume you've got her jacket." Derek had the decency to look embarrassed.

"Whatever, just make sure she gets it back." He walks off before speaking again.

"I'll come and see you soon." Derek nods, as Allison pulls up in Drake's car, Drake waves.

"Later Bro."