Outside Victor's mansion, Scott was ready to fight the ancient vampire. Just as he stepped forward, Melissa said. "You're not going in there before shifting, Scott. You promised me you'd be careful."
Scott looked at her and said. "Mom, he's not that strong."
Melissa, worry written across her face, replied. "You promised me."
Scott sighed. "Okay, okay. I'll shift, and I'll be careful. Don't worry."
He took off his clothes, leaving only his underpants, and handed them to Allison. "Babe, hold these for me, will you?"
Allison smiled as she took the clothes. "Go get him, and do be careful."
Scott nodded, turned to face Victor, and began to shift. His form changed rapidly, body expanding into a towering, three-meter-tall werewolf. Black fur covered his muscular frame, his eyes glowed red, sharp claws grew from his hands, and a tail swayed behind him.
Then Scott let out a low, deep, and powerful growl.
Victor stared in surprise. In his long life, he had seen werewolves and shapeshifters with monstrous forms like Scott's. But what unnerved him wasn't the form, it was the overwhelming feeling he got from Scott. This one… he was strong. Stronger than anything Victor had fought before.
Scott walked toward the mountain ash barrier, and passed through it like it wasn't even there.
Seeing that, Victor took a cautious step back, confusion clouding his face.
"You… the mountain ash…" Victor muttered. "What's going on? How could you pass through it like it wasn't there? You shouldn't be able to do that…"
Scott just grinned at the stunned vampire. And before Victor could react, Scott lunged forward and punched him so hard he flew backward into the mansion, smashing through a wall. Splinters and stone exploded around him.
"Doc!" Scott called without looking back. "Make another barrier. Just for me and Victor. I don't want him using his shadow-teleportation to sneak attack Derek and the others."
From outside the barrier, Deaton nodded. Lifting his hands, the mountain ash rose from the barrel, danced through the air, and formed a perfect ring, encasing only Scott and Victor inside the mansion. The other five vampires were now trapped between the first and second barriers.
Scott walked into the mansion, a massive chandelier flickering overhead. Dim light cast eerie shadows against the walls.
Victor rose from the rubble, brushing stone dust from his suit. His red eyes burned with anger.
"You're going to pay for that, kid." He growled.
Scott's lips curled into a smirk. "Come on, show me what you've got. Show me how strong an ancient vampire really is."
Victor snarled and vanished into the shadows.
But Scott didn't move. He stood still, eyes closed, then sensed danger from behind. Victor emerged from the darkness, claws outstretched, only for Scott's hand to whip around and grab him mid-air by the throat.
The vampire's eyes widened in shock as Scott lifted him off the ground with casual ease and slammed him into the floor, creating a crater beneath them.
Scott looked at him with disdain. "Is this all you've got? Come on, you're an ancient vampire, aren't you? Show me something special."
Victor rose from the crater, his fury boiling over. "You want special? Then let me show you something special!" He roared.
His body began to twist and contort, bones cracking, wings bursting from his back, skin turning leathery gray, and fangs elongating. A monstrous, bat-like creature emerged, over three meters tall, shrieking with rage.
Scott's grin widened. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about."
"Let's see how you handle this now, you stupid mutt!" Victor roared as he lunged again.
Scott didn't dodge. He met him head-on. Their collision shook the mansion's foundation. Shockwaves rippled through the air, shattering windows and splintering wood. Victor's claws raked across Scott's chest, but couldn't pierce his hide.
Scott's werewolf body, covered in fur black as night, was like impenetrable armor.
Victor's eyes widened. "Impossible…"
Scott slammed a fist into Victor's gut, lifting him off the ground and sending him crashing through a stone pillar. Dust and debris filled the air.
Victor got back up and charged again, faster than before, furious and desperate. He teleported around the room, slashing from different angles, diving from the ceiling like a predator, but nothing worked. Scott endured it all, brushing off the vampire's strongest attacks like mosquito bites.
Victor tried mind control next. He locked eyes with Scott, his voice dripping with ancient power. "Kneel."
Scott smirked. "Oh, you're trying to compel me?" He shook his head. "Unfortunately for you, it doesn't work on me."
Snarling in rage, Victor summoned a spear formed from his own blood, sharp and deadly. He hurled it at Scott's chest. Scott ducked and drove his fist into Victor's gut again, the force lifting him off the ground. The vampire wheezed, coughing blood.
But the blood floated in the air, twisting into two razor-sharp blades that shot toward Scott's neck.
Scott dodged one blade, caught another in his hand, and crushed it effortlessly. The blade he had dodged earlier circled back toward his back, but Scott didn't even bother to move. He let it hit him. The sharp edge couldn't pierce his hide.
"You'll need more than that." Scott growled.
Victor snarled and unleashed his most dangerous move yet—his blood turned to mist, swirling around the room.
"If I can't penetrate your thick hide." Victor whispered, grinning cruelly. "Then I'll kill you from the inside."
The blood mist surged toward Scott, tendrils snaking toward his mouth and nose—any opening to invade his body.
Scott exhaled, amused.
Then his entire body erupted in flames.
The fire roared to life, engulfing him in a swirling inferno. The blood mist sizzled, evaporating before it could even touch him.
Victor stumbled back, his confidence shattering.
"What… are you?" He muttered in shock and fear.
Scott's deep, bestial voice echoed through the room.
"I'm the thing monsters like you fear."
Once the blood mist vanished, Scott extinguished the flames on his body and said. "If you've got any more abilities, now's the time to use them. I'm getting bored, and trust me, you really don't want that to happen."
Victor's lips curled into a snarl. "I've survived more than a thousand years. I won't fall to some overgrown mutt!"
But Scott could smell it—the fear, the desperation.
Victor lunged again, blood coating his right hand as it elongated into a bladed weapon forged from hardened blood.
With his blood-forged blade, he slashed toward Scott's throat.
Scott activated his new thunder ability, coating his right hand in crackling electricity. He clashed with Victor's blade, instantly evaporating the blood weapon and sending a surge of electricity through Victor's body, leaving him convulsing on the ground.
Scott looked down at him and said. "You were strong, the strongest I've faced, honestly. When I heard there was an ancient vampire in town, I was excited. But your strength… disappointed me, Victor."
Victor shifted back into his human form and tried to crawl away, but Scott planted a heavy foot on his back, pinning him down.
"No more games."
With a brutal swipe, Scott tore off Victor's left arm. Blood sprayed across the floor, and Victor howled in agony.
Then, without hesitation, Scott ripped off the right arm.
Then the left leg, and finally, the right leg.
Victor lay there, mangled and bleeding, staring up at the towering beast standing over him. After more than a thousand years of life, the thing he feared most was death. And now, it was here.
He regretted not fleeing Beacon Hills the moment he had regained his freedom.
Looking up at Scott, he pleaded. "Mercy… please…"
Scott's glowing red eyes narrowed. "There's no mercy for monsters like you, bloodsucker."
He crouched down, raised a massive fist, and slammed it into Victor's face. Again. And again. Until the ancient vampire's face was a shattered mess, and he finally fell unconscious.
Then Scott inserted his claws into the back of Victor's neck, delving into his memories and absorbing his powers.
When it was done, Scott stood up, his eyes burning with rage. He had seen everything Victor had done over the centuries—slaughtering people not out of hunger, but for fun. He was a monster. A true evil.
Scott lifted his foot and stomped on Victor's head, crushing it like a melon. Then he raised his hand and burned the body to ash.
Afterward, he shifted back into his human form and closed his eyes, focusing, sensing the new abilities he had gained.
After a while, he opened his eyes and thought to himself. 'I gained a blood control ability. Now I can control my blood like Victor. I also gained a mind manipulation ability. And most importantly, my shadow ability has grown stronger. For long-distance teleportation, I can now travel five hundred meters instead of just one hundred, and the cooldown is only thirty seconds. As for short distances, I don't need a cooldown period at all anymore. And… it seems I've gained a new ability too.'
Scott concentrated, and soon darkness began to gather around him. He felt like he could control it—but he knew he'd need to train to fully master it. But that wasn't the ability he had just gained. He waved his hand, and a portal formed from the darkness. On the other side of the portal was the lake house back at the ranch. Scott stepped through it and appeared in front of the lake house.
He laughed and said. "Cool. Let's call this ability Shadow Portal. I need to test how far I can teleport with it, but I'm sure I can at least go anywhere within Beacon Hills. Now, let's see if I can use it again."
Scott tried but failed to activate the portal again and thought to himself. 'It has a cooldown period. Alright, let's take a quick shower and try again.'
As he walked into the lake house, he suddenly heard Allison's voice inside his head.
[Scott, how did you get home? I can feel through our pack bond that you're at the lake house now.]
Scott answered telepathically. [Oh, I gained a new ability. I'll tell you about it when I get back.]
While taking a shower, Scott felt that he could use his new ability again. 'So the cooldown period of the Shadow Portal is about five minutes.' He thought. 'That's great.'
After finishing his shower and getting dressed, he used his new ability again. Darkness gathered around him, and with a wave of his hand, he opened a portal to the front of Victor's mansion and stepped through it.
Stiles saw Scott appear and came running. He grabbed him by the collar, shook him, and yelled. "You got another cool ability? That's not fair!"
Scott kicked Stiles away, sending him crashing to the ground in a funny way, and said. "Why haven't you and the others dealt with the vampires yet?"
Stiles got up, dusted himself off, and replied. "We were waiting for you to finish your fight."
Scott rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to do that. Now go deal with Harris."
"Fine!" Stiles walked toward Harris, grumbling and muttering something about how Scott always gets the cool powers and how it's not fair.
Scott ignored him and looked at Chris, Noah, Malia, and Derek. "I'm fine, guys. Go deal with the vampires. And remember—don't kill them. We still need them to call all the lesser vampires here so we can take them out once and for all."
They nodded and moved toward their opponents.
Melissa and Allison walked over to Scott. Melissa asked. "Are you okay? You didn't ingest Victor's blood or anything, right?"
Scott shook his head. "I'm okay, he wasn't that strong. And as for his blood mist, I burned it with my fire before it even got close to me."
Allison kissed him and smiled. "I'm glad you're okay. I know how strong you are, but knowing he was an ancient vampire… I was still a little worried."
Scott hugged Allison and then looked at Melissa. "I'm fine, Mom. Let's watch the rest of the fights."
To be continued... 😊