Mystic Falls High and A Run-in With A Vampire

Walking up to the main entrance to Mystic Falls Highschool, I took in a deep breath before feeling a tingle of static to the left of me. Sighing, I kept control as I looked to the left and saw Stefan walking toward the entrance from the opposite direction that I'd came.

That tingle of static was my vampire detection going off. Quite useful, honestly, and it worked a lot like Spidey-sense. An early warning system, I guess...just, much less effective.

Whatever. I watched Stefan enter the school and decided I'd have to talk to him and his 'Uncle' about why I'm here and how I need to know when a new Vampire enters the town. I might even drop a few hints hat Damon's here while I'm there.

Taking the last drag from the cigarette, I put it out on top of a bin and threw it inside. Or should I call it a garbage/trash can like the rest of these kids probably would? Nah. I much more prefer speaking normally than forcing myself to speak like the locals. Plus, my Englishness is also a part of my charm, you know?

Walking into the school, I found myself wondering around, getting a lay of the land, so to speak.

I'd need to know this place like the back of my hand in the days to come. Places where I could set ambushes or traps--you know, stuff like that. But also, it didn't hurt to know my new school a little.

Long corridors, lined with lockers and filled with teens. The place pretty much stank of hormones but I'd smelt worse places, so I pushed through it all and kept on walking. I got stares off of both genders, though the feelings behind those stares was usually different. Girls looked at me with, uh, very heavy appreciation, while the guys looked at me like I was threatening them or something. Teenagers, man.

Keeping to myself, I kept on going until I saw someone I didn't actually think I'd see here.

Long black hair and equally dark brown eyes, alongside a tall and lithe athletic figure. Though it still had all the feminine curves in all the right places, it was obviously well-muscled and well-trained as well. Plus, the way the girl moved...it screamed combat training. Not a step too far or overreaching. Never losing balance. This girl was 100% a trained hunter.

Even then, I didn't need to see or know that from her body language. I already knew she was. She looks exactly the same as the actress who played her, after all.

Allison Argent. I knew the Argent Family existed. I'd fought with a few of them after they found out the Werewolves in Europe were rebelling. If I had to class them as anything, I'd say they're the worst kind of Hunter Family; they kill all of a species simply because of what they are and not because of what they've done. They have a code of honor or a code of engagement when it comes to Werewolves...but only some of them follow it. Most, however, push it aside and just kill whatever they deem as evil.

They'll see a newly turned Werewolf the same as a Werewolf that's killed dozens of innocents. They're the same, in an Argent hunter's eyes. It's why I didn't like working with them - because there's a massive chance you'll get paired with a racist.

I hadn't met Allison before but I'd met her Father, her crazy ass Grandfather and her Aunt. Her father was one of the good ones, honestly. Followed the code and was actually a pretty alright guy.

...Maybe a little prejudice against Werebeasts and especially Werewolves, but what can you expect? He was raised by a family of Hunters that had a history of being racist toward Werewolves and most things nonhuman. The fact he even came out of it as a decent guy speaks volumes about the guy.

Anyway, Allison wasn't in the know about her families past in the original Teen Wolf storyline...but she might be in this universe. Let's hope she's not a racist, right?

Walking passed the wandering Allison, I easily caught her looking at me and it confirmed that she knew who I was and by proxy probably knew about the supernatural world that was hidden inside our own. How did I know? Super senses. I heard her heart beat speed up tremendously, she gulped nervously and she tried to avert her gaze but kept glancing at me. I'm not nearly narcissistic enough to think that's because of my good looks or anything, so I'm pretty sure that's because she knows who I am because pictures of me aren't exactly, let's say, rare. Especially after the war and the reputation I built during it. Then again, thinking she knows about me is just as narcissistic, huh? Well, I'll keep my eyes open and I'll try and figure out what caused her reaction to my presence. A few basic questions should do when I get the chance.

But that wasn't right now. Right now, I walked toward where my locker was, opened it and put some books inside before closing and re-locking it. With that done, I turned and made way to the reception where I needed to make my transfer to this school official.

It didn't take long to make it there and by the time I made it, I saw two girls peeking into the room, looking at Stefan from behind. The same two girls from earlier this morning. The ones in the car. Bonnie and Elena.

Deciding it best to not be a creep, I walked passed them, making them nearly jump out of their skin in the process before I stood behind Stefan.

He did his whole little trick of compulsion and while mental manipulation had also rubbed me the wrong way, I let it slide because he wasn't hurting anyone by doing what he did. Not directly, anyway. When he went to turn around, I smiled at him and made sure I was in the way, "Nice trick. Some sort of hypnotism?" I asked and he looked...let's say, shocked.

Over the years, hiding and erasing my presence was, well, my bread and butter. I usually killed like an assassin would which required stealth, and when it was stealth needed to take down supernatural creatures, it needed to be even better than normal stealth.

So, in the end, I was left with the ability to hide my presence from Vampires even in close range. This skill, like most of my others, was only improved when my Activation happened. Supernatural physical prowess includes supernatural control over your body, it would seem. Which meant slow and impossibly quiet heartbeats, practically no breathing because I could hold my breath for hours, I manually turned down my body temperature...in the end, unless they were looking at me, they wouldn't notice me.

There's the case that they could smell me, sure, but they wouldn't be able to smell me if we were in a school filled with other humans, would they? Hidden in plain sight.

Even if they could, I usually have scent cancellers spread across my body just through habit alone. Like magical talc powder but with the mission of stopping your scent from spreading into the surrounding air instead of keeping your skin dry and free of rashes.

Anyway, Stefan looked shocked but I'd already began breathing and letting my heart hammer away again. He went from shock to confusion but quickly pulled himself back into composure as he tilted his head a little and scrunched up his eyebrows, "Trick? What are you talking about?" he gave a nervous laugh.

...I'll give him this: His acting is superb. He genuinely sells 'confused teenager' quite well. Quite well for an old man, at least.

Ignoring his question, I put out a hand, "What you just did with the receptionist. It's a neat trick. Think it'll work on me?" I chuckled before introducing myself, "The name's Arthur. You can call me Art, if you want," I politely said to which Stefan tentatively took my hand and shook it.

"Stefan. My name's Stefan Salvatore," he said while shaking my hand, "And Arthur?" he asked before I saw him about to use Compulsion on me, "Forget whatever you think you saw. You were mistaken, we laughed about it, but it was a mistake. Got it?" he asked before letting go of my hand and trying to walk passed me.

But, I put out a hand and stopped him, "Nah, I think I'll just remember the little trick you pulled," I smiled and gave Stefan a sidelong glance. He looked like he'd seen a ghost and that only got worse when I continued, "I didn't mention my surname, did I? My full name is Arthur Jäger. Nice to meet you, Stefan," I said this with a polite smile but Stefan acted like I'd said it with a psychopathic grin or something.

He didn't say anything and it was looking awkward with us just standing here, so I continued speaking, "Don't worry, I'm not here for you or anything. I'm only here because of your brother," he looked like he wanted to instantly start questioning me as soon as I brought up Damon, but I cut him off, "You can question me about it all you want after school. I'll come over to the Salvatore Residence and we can all chat. Including your 'Uncle'. This was just me giving you a heads-up, yeah?" I said before lowering my hand and looking to the receptionist who was just going through paperwork, not bothering to pay attention to whatever we were saying.

I stepped passed Stefan and the receptionist looked up at me with a smile, which I returned, "What can I do for you, sweetie?" she asked with a friendly tone.

From there, Stefan left the room in a hurry, Elena was already gone to look for her junkie younger brother and Bonnie was looking at me and then looking at Stefan and seemed to be in the throes of a hormonal daydream after seeing two hot guys. Then again, she also seemed curious about whatever we'd talked about. Explains her good friendship with Elena - they're both nosey as hell.

But I guess that's not too bad. I mean, hell, they could be murderous supernatural creatures. Curiosity isn't the worst thing in the world when compared to that. Not the best thing for self-preservation either.

Oh well. Guess that's how most people in Mystic Falls roll, huh?

. . .

Sitting through history was...actually interesting. I hadn't really had much of a traditional education in this life and I wasn't exactly the brainiest in my old life either. Sure, I'd had private tutoring but this experience of sitting in a classroom, surrounded by my peers and in a more normal environment...was quite the novel experience.

Sure, I know that it'll absolutely wear out and become annoying or frustrating to me in the future but for now, I'll enjoy it as much as I can.

It was especially new to me because I was learning about American history instead of English and European history. The only American history I knew before now was American history that had something to do with the origin of a monster or specific events caused by monsters.

So, to learn about it was fun-ish.

What wasn't fun, however, was having a pair of holes burned into the side of my head from the person in the desk next to mine continuing to stare or glance at me.

Allison Argent hadn't stopped looking at me since this lesson began...and while at first it was somewhat flattering, it had quickly become a somewhat frustrating distraction. So, in the mind to stop said distraction, I turned to Allison and whispered to her, "Why are you staring at me so much? Feels like someone's trying burrow through the side of head," I gave exasperated tone to my voice and Allison quickly went red before averting her gaze from me. Though no less than a few seconds letter, she looked back and spoke up in a whisper.

"But...you're THE Arthur Jäger!" she gave a somewhat loud whisper but no one really heard over the teacher's voice or paid any attention to it, "I'm a huge fan!" she said and as soon as I heard it, I let out a sigh before closing my eyes and rubbing my face.

...I hate to say it, but I'm quite used to this type of stuff. You shouldn't fight in a deadly supernatural war, have a personal hand in it being ended, and expect to not get recognized by other hunters. I'm practically the poster boy for the Jäger Family as well, so anyone in the know probably knows my name or has seen a picture of me.

"And?" I asked, to which she looked like a kid who was about to get to personally ask Santa for a gift.

"I was, you know, wondering if someone like you had any tips for an aspiring Hunter--" I cut her off before she said something stupid and got some unnecessary attention by throwing a paper ball at her mouth, making her flinch back and stop speaking. Though, unluckily for her, this caught the attention of the teacher who looked toward her with an annoyed gaze.

"Miss Argent, are you okay or do you want to continue disrupting the class?" the teacher asked, not looking particularly pleased.

Allison went bright red when everyone looked at her and apologized quickly before she looked to me with indignation that quickly fell apart when she saw my gaze that pretty much said to her, 'What the hell were you about to say? Do you not have a brain? Think before you speak, idiot'. A thorough reprimand with nothing but my eyes. Truly, I am talented in this life, huh? Anyway, Allison got the message and released what she was about to say before she mouthed 'I'm sorry' to me.

...Well, looking at the bright side of things, she's not the worst type of person to receive admiration from. Plenty of idiots out there that could be much worse. Like her Aunt--Oh god, I hope her Aunt isn't a fan of mine.

And that's how I distracted myself from that entire history lesson. By worrying about how many psychotic fans I could possibly have in a world like this.

Goddammit.