The next day, Trevor returned to school.
Allison continued giving him rides—since he still didn't have a car—and during the drive, their conversations grew more relaxed. Their friendship was developing quickly. To Trevor, Allison was starting to feel more like a sister than anything else.
At school, he managed to get closer to more people, largely because of her. He talked a bit with Jackson, but spent most of his time with Scott and Stiles.
They were polite.
But they were watching him.
Trevor noticed.
They already suspected he might be a hunter. Maybe because of his last name. Maybe because of the way he carried himself. But they had no proof.
The day passed without major events. When classes ended, Trevor turned to Allison.
"You can head home today. I've got a few things to take care of in town."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yeah. We'll talk later."
First stop: a bike shop.
Unfortunately, the money he had saved wasn't enough to buy a car. He had already asked his grandfather for one, but the answer had been blunt:
You chose to go far away. Now deal with it.
Despite the rigid tone, Trevor knew his grandfather would never let him lack the essentials. But in his mind, a car was a luxury.
With his new bike and an address he had looked up on his computer, Trevor made his way to the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.
He parked outside and took a slow breath.
Nothing.
The Vampire Killer didn't react.
Good. He would need privacy for this conversation.
Trevor stepped inside the clinic. From the back, a voice called out,
"Be right there! One second!"
A tall, bald Black man with a goatee and a white lab coat appeared moments later, wearing a calm, welcoming smile.
"How can I help you?"
Trevor was getting used to seeing characters from the show in front of him.
"Hello. I'm new in town. Trevor Belmont."
The man's smile faded slightly.
"Deaton. Nice to meet you. And I see you didn't bring an animal."
"I don't have one. But I've been having some issues with wolves lately."
Deaton's eyes sharpened.
"There are no wolves in Beacon Hills."
Trevor held his gaze for several seconds.
"We both know that's not true. But don't worry. I come in peace."
Silence stretched between them.
"I just wanted to introduce myself," Trevor continued calmly. "And make something clear. This town is under my protection."
Deaton let out a quiet nasal chuckle.
"I'm not sure what you think you're talking about. But that's quite a claim for one boy to make."
"Maybe." Trevor's voice remained steady. "But I'm prepared to back it up."
He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the counter.
"In case you need help."
Deaton stared at it for a few seconds, wary. Eventually, he picked it up.
"Thank you."
Trevor felt the Vampire Killer vibrate faintly.
Time to leave.
"That's all. See you around."
Before Deaton could respond, Trevor had already walked out of the clinic.
Several minutes later, Deaton was still standing behind the counter, holding the paper with the number written on it.
He stared at it for a long moment.
Footsteps approached.
Deaton slipped the paper into his pocket.
Scott entered in a hurry.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Twice in the same week," Deaton replied calmly.
"I know, I know… sorry. Everything okay?"
Scott tilted his head slightly.
He could hear it.
Deaton's heartbeat was elevated.
"It's fine," the veterinarian answered, just a little too composed. "Just a new client."
Scott frowned slightly.
But he didn't say anything.