[80 Supernatural Energy Consumed]
[Current Identity: Homelander (13%)]
[Super Defense — Level Up]
[Current SE: 37]
Watching most of his points fade, Leon shook his head.
After that little fight, Leon went home, took a shower and laid down on his bed with a lingering thought in his head.
‘I need to find better ways to earn Supernatural Points.’
He knew Allison was genuinely annoyed, but he didn’t care much.
She was a pretty girl from a Hunter family, but other than that?
She was completely useless.
If Leon was made to choose between Allison and Lydia, Leon knew he would pick Lydia without a second thought, after all, she was the one with the brains, and a banshee would be very useful in the future.
Leon thought about everything that had happened since he came to this world, and realised an annoying fact.
‘I made a splash in the main plot and even unlocked a hidden quest, but the rewards were barely able to go above a hundred SE, while killing one vampire earned me that hundred easily.’
‘That vampire I killed was weak and starving — probably woken up in the tomb not long ago, barely able to manage basic motor functions.
Its stats were likely around Lv4–5.
A healthy one would sit closer to Lv6–8, about on par with Beta werewolves — and that’s not even counting an old vampire, which would be far stronger.’ Leon flipped his pillow over.
‘With my Spatial Sense, finding and ambushing vampires should be easy enough.
But where do I even start?’
***********
Leon woke up, looking around his room with a deep breath.
After cleaning up, he went downstairs, finding the maid already setting down the last plate on the table.
As usual, food covered every corner as his mom and dad sat there, eating.
“Morning buddy.” His dad, Finn, looked at his son with a smile.
“Heard about the game yesterday, you played incredibly.” He waved him over.
“Sorry we couldn’t be there for you.”
“Yeah, sorry sweety.”
His parents were being overly friendly, like they always were whenever they missed an important event in his life.
“It’s okay.” Leon smiled back and sat down, already eyeing a few dishes on the table.
His arms moved around, grabbing sandwiches and omelets, placing them on his plate, when a hand placed a cup near him.
“This is some new tea we got from the city.” His mom looked at him with a look he couldn’t place, maybe a mix of love and worry.
“Try it.”
Leon nodded, thanked her and grabbed the cup.
The liquid was light brown with small herbs in it, smelling amazing.
He took a small sip, testing it, and when he found it refreshing and sweet, he gulped it down.
“That was good,” Leon said.
“What is it called?”
When he asked, he could hear his mom let out a breath, as if relieved, and spoke with a calm and relaxed voice.
“It’s a custom mix a lady was selling.
We only managed to get a few packs before it ran out.” She explained.
“I’ll give you more tomorrow.”
Leon nodded, then looked at his father, seeing relief on his face as well.
‘I knew it.’ As he ate, completely focused, his mind was already wandering somewhere else.
‘They were testing me.’ He thought for a second.
‘Was it vervain or wolfsbane?’ He wondered, remembering the gun he saw on his mom, and their suspicious long trips all the time, and leaving L.A in a hurry, started creating some hypotheses in his head.
‘They’re either Hunters, or a part of something.’ He thought.
‘Either way, it is related to the supernatural.’
Breakfast continued with some small talk, and questions about his school.
That was when his mom asked something that nearly made him shake his head.
“We heard you’ve gotten close to the Argent girl.”
“Heard from whom?” Leon asked.
“Uh — her mom and I know each other.” His mom, Lara, stammered for a second and answered.
“She was my senior back in school.
We’ve recently gotten back in touch and she happened to mention you.”
“How did she know I was your son?” Leon played along.
“Your last name.” His mom smiled.
“She said some good looking kid came to pick up her little Allison for some party.” She continued with a chuckle.
“She was about to interrogate the kid, maybe intimidate him a bit, but when she heard your last name she stopped.” Lara laughed.
“I got lucky then,” Leon laughed with her.
“You’re not gonna be cliche and tell me to stay away from her right?”
“No no no.” His mom shook her head.
“I’m happy you two actually got along.” She smiled.
The family sat there, talking and laughing about some things before Leon got a text, finished up and after saying goodbye, left. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
***********
“They’re definitely hunters,” Leon muttered to himself as he drove.
“I’m not sure if this is good or bad!”
He kept rummaging through his memories as he noted down anything odd about his parents, and one of the things that stood up a bit from the blurry mess was the tattoo they both had on their arms.
“A tattoo—” Leon felt like this was an important detail, his mind trying to hint at something but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Whatever.” He took a turn into a driveway.
“They’re my parents.
If something happens I’m sure they’ll have my back.”
Leon parked his car and jumped out, meeting up with Scott and Stiles already there waiting at the door.
“Hey guys, I came as fast as I could.” He said, before he noticed the awkward expressions on their faces.
“What happened?”
“It was my mom,” Scott spoke, looking a bit sad.
“We forgot to tell her that Derek was one of the good guys, so when she saw the sheriff, she asked him about Derek.
When she found out we didn’t make the anonymous report, she told him.”
“She did?” Leon asked.
“How much did she tell him?”
“Nothing about our little supernatural club,” Stiles explained.
“But she said enough that my dad yelled at me for an hour when I got home last night.”
“She told him that we were investigating, and due to some suspicions we snuck into Derek’s property and found the grave with the missing torso.” Scott scratched his hair, a bit embarrassed.
“Luckily when Derek and I were training at the house, we heard the police cars heading over, and he quickly removed the spiral ritual from the grave before they got there.”
“Otherwise my dad would have called animal control,” Stiles joked.
“Damn,” Leon said.
“But it’s just a small issue, right?
Derek will be out by the end of the day.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Is this why you guys told me to come?” Leon asked, confused.
“You could have just called me.”
“No, that’s not why we called.” Scott invited him inside the house, where Melissa was sitting in the living room.
“Mom, he’s here.”
Melissa looked at Leon, greeted him, and told the trio to sit down.
“Sorry about the trouble I caused,” she said.
“I had no idea, I just thought you three were planning on capturing him yourselves or something reckless like that, so I told Noah.”
“It’s alright, you did the right thing.” Leon smiled.
“Derek didn’t do it anyways, the poor girl was killed by an animal not a human, and his alibi can be easily confirmed, so he’ll be out sooner than later.”
They talked for a while, Melissa laughing with them as they joked, and slowly it put her mind at ease.
After warning her again about vampires, not to invite anyone in, about consuming vervain and never taking off the ring, the trio decided to head back to Derek’s house by evening after getting a text from him that he was out.
Derek returned soon after, and he and Scott continued their training while Leon and Stiles watched.
***********
The weekend passed quickly.
Leon, Scott and Stiles arrived at the school, walking in the hallway when Lydia blocked their path.
She was looking at Leon with some anger and a hint of annoyance.
“What the hell have you been doing the whole weekend?
Do you have any idea how many times I texted you?” Lydia spoke, annoyed at the ‘Maybe later, I’m a bit busy’ responses she had been receiving from Leon.
“Allison is serious about what she said, and if you don’t do anything she’ll be the one that leaves, not you.” She whispered.
Leon didn’t interact much with the girls after that night, subconsciously avoiding them the whole weekend, whether it was due to genuine indifference, or something else, he wasn’t sure.
“Sorry, I’ve had some things to deal with at home.” Leon wasn’t lying, his parents, unlike usual, stayed the whole weekend at home, his mom giving him all types of drinks, feeling relieved each time he drank them without issue.
That, along with Scott and Derek’s little arguing, kept him busy, or busy enough to excuse not contacting them.
“Hmm.” Lydia looked him in the eyes.
“Is everything ok?” She asked.
“No no.” Leon waved his hands.
“Nothing major, but it should be over now.” He said, remembering the last drink his mom gave him, and the look of total relief on hers and his dad’s face.
“Okay then, let me know if you need anything,” Lydia said.
“Sure,” Leon smiled.
“As for Allison, I also meant what I said.
The second someone else touches her, I would no longer care.”
On the side, Scott and Stiles were looking at the interaction between them with furrowed brows, with complete confusion on their faces.
“What is happening?” Scott whispered to Stiles next to him.
“Not sure.” Stiles looked at Leon before continuing.
“Do you think he cast some spell on her?”
The tension vanished as quickly as it had arrived, replaced by the casual, rhythmic chatter of a Monday morning hallway.
Lydia gave Leon a lingering look that didn’t match her sharp outfit, then walked away. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Leon watched them go, his mind still drifting back to the bizarre behavior of his parents over the weekend.
But as he turned back around, he was immediately met with the stares of Scott and Stiles.
“Dude,” Stiles hissed, his hands gesturing wildly in the empty space between them.
“What was that?
Since when does Lydia Martin check in on a guy’s domestic well-being with worry?
And what’s this about Allison?”
Scott opened his mouth to speak, but his words were cut off as a passing varsity lacrosse player slammed a heavy palm into Leon’s shoulder, a massive grin on his face.
“My man!
Absolute legend!” the guy shouted, giving Leon an aggressive high-five before disappearing into the crowd.
Leon blinked, adjusting his backpack.
Before he could even process the random praise, two more juniors walked past, nudging each other and pointing directly at him.
“That’s him,” one whispered loudly.
“Okay, seriously, what is happening?” Scott muttered, his supernatural hearing picking up a dozen different whispers all echoing the same name: Leon.
He had spent his entire weekend arguing and training with Derek, completely cut off from the school’s social loop.
“Did something happen?”
“I single-handedly won the game.” Leon said smoothly, keeping his tone casual.
Scott’s jaw dropped so low it looked unhinged.
“They…
you…
Did you expose anything?!”
“No, no, he played normal enough to not be labeled as a freak.” Stiles smiled.
“But the way Lydia looked at you just now and her actually acting like she cares..
Do you have any idea what Jackson is going to—”
“Speak of the devil,” Leon interrupted, his eyes shifting down the hallway.
The crowded corridor grew quiet, the students parting like the Red Sea.
Walking toward them was Jackson Whittemore.
If Jackson looked broken after losing his star athlete status on Saturday, today he looked like a walking corpse of pure malice.
His posture was rigid, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were stark white, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Jackson stopped exactly five feet away from Leon.
The entire hallway held its breath.
For a long moment, Jackson didn’t say a word.
He just stared at Leon.
He looked down at the phone, then back up at Leon, his voice shaking with anger.
“You think you’re something, don’t you?” Jackson whispered, the words dripping with venom.
“You come into my school and then you use whatever disgusting, cheap tricks you have to mess with Lydia?
For her to actually fight with me for you?”
Leon didn’t flinch, offering Jackson a calm, almost pitying smile.
“You two fought because of me?” Leon smirked.
“Jackson, if you can’t keep your girl interested, that sounds like a personal problem.”
A collective ‘Ooh’ rippled through the surrounding students.
Jackson’s face contorted, a dangerous, volatile desperation flickering in his eyes.
“Jackson.”
The sharp, commanding voice broke the tension.
Lydia stepped right back into the center of the hallway, her heels clicking against the linoleum as she locked eyes with her boyfriend.
Her expression was entirely cold and unbothered.
“Leave him alone,” Lydia said flatly, crossing her arms.
“We fought because of the way you behaved.
It had nothing to do with him.”
“Oh, is that so?” Jackson scoffed.
He glared at Leon for a second, before he shook his head.
“We’ll see each other another time.”
Stiles watched him go.
“Well…
that went beautifully.
He definitely won’t try to murder us.” He then turned a squinted, highly suspicious glare onto Leon.
“Seriously, though.
Teach me your ways.
Because my brain is currently melting.”
Leon just chuckled, turning toward his first-period classroom.