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Scott was no superhero. He knew that, he had no illusions that his life was anything resembling a comic book. More like a horror movie. But since coming to Darrow, he'd gotten into the habit of patrolling the streets at night from time to time, hoodie pulled up over his head and hands shoved into the pockets to hide pointed ears, extra facial hair and razor-sharp claws. The golden shine of his eyes was harder to hide, so he kept his head down when he was on public streets, literally sniffing for trouble.
Most nights he didn't find it, but he had probably saved a dozen lives, which made him feel better about the lives he wasn't saving back in Beacon Hills. At least this version of him wasn't, and he had no way of knowing what had happened to the version of him that was still there. Maybe he'd gotten himself killed, for all he knew. But here, he could at least prevent a rape, a mugging, a stabbing every now and then. Most of the time he didn't even have to hurt the criminals. A growl, a look at his glowing amber eyes, a purposeful flexing of clawed fingers and they more often than not had a change of heart about the crime they were committing. The ones he had had to use more forceful means to dissuade had ended up near the hospital's ER entrance with a note about their attempted crime and a recommendation to call the police while they were being treated. It was easier than trying to explain what had happened.
He was walking down the sidewalk, head down, when he heard a woman's scream with his enhanced hearing. He lifted his head without thinking, trying to pinpoint the direction it had come from. He was so busy focusing on the fading scream, silently willing her to make another sound so he could find her, that he didn't notice he was about to walk into someone until he actually did, hitting the man hard enough that it jostled his hood, sliding it back enough to clearly reveal golden lamplight eyes and the wolfy sideburns he grew, though his ears were still covered.
"Sorry," he mumbled, ducking his head again quickly to hide the eyes, the extended canines, shoving his hands back into his pockets once he'd finished steadying the other man and hoping he hadn't just outed himself to a complete stranger. Most people only saw what they wanted to see, rationalized the strange and unexpected away. Maybe he'd get lucky.
Most nights he didn't find it, but he had probably saved a dozen lives, which made him feel better about the lives he wasn't saving back in Beacon Hills. At least this version of him wasn't, and he had no way of knowing what had happened to the version of him that was still there. Maybe he'd gotten himself killed, for all he knew. But here, he could at least prevent a rape, a mugging, a stabbing every now and then. Most of the time he didn't even have to hurt the criminals. A growl, a look at his glowing amber eyes, a purposeful flexing of clawed fingers and they more often than not had a change of heart about the crime they were committing. The ones he had had to use more forceful means to dissuade had ended up near the hospital's ER entrance with a note about their attempted crime and a recommendation to call the police while they were being treated. It was easier than trying to explain what had happened.
He was walking down the sidewalk, head down, when he heard a woman's scream with his enhanced hearing. He lifted his head without thinking, trying to pinpoint the direction it had come from. He was so busy focusing on the fading scream, silently willing her to make another sound so he could find her, that he didn't notice he was about to walk into someone until he actually did, hitting the man hard enough that it jostled his hood, sliding it back enough to clearly reveal golden lamplight eyes and the wolfy sideburns he grew, though his ears were still covered.
"Sorry," he mumbled, ducking his head again quickly to hide the eyes, the extended canines, shoving his hands back into his pockets once he'd finished steadying the other man and hoping he hadn't just outed himself to a complete stranger. Most people only saw what they wanted to see, rationalized the strange and unexpected away. Maybe he'd get lucky.
