The next day, Trevor returned to school, and Allison continued giving him rides — since he still didn't have a car — while their conversations grew more relaxed during the drive, their friendship developing so quickly that 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, talking a bit with Jackson but spending most of his time with Scott and Stiles, who were polite but were watching him — Trevor noticed — already suspecting he might be a hunter, maybe because of his last name, maybe because of the way he carried himself, though they had no proof.
The day passed without major events, and when classes ended, Trevor turned to Allison and said, "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."
His first stop was a bike shop, because unfortunately the money he had saved wasn't enough to buy a car, and he had already asked his grandfather for one only to receive the blunt answer: 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, so with his new bike and an address he had looked up on his computer, he made his way to the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic, parking outside and taking a slow breath — nothing, the Vampire Killer didn't react, which was good because he would need privacy for this conversation.
Trevor stepped inside the clinic, and from the back a voice called out, "Be right there! One second!" before 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?" he asked, and Trevor, who was getting used to seeing characters from the show in front of him, replied, "Hello. I'm new in town. Trevor Belmont."
The man's smile faded slightly as he said, "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 before answering, "We both know that's not true. But don't worry. I come in peace." Silence stretched between them until Trevor continued calmly, "I just wanted to introduce myself. And make something clear. This town is under my protection."
Deaton let out a quiet nasal chuckle and replied, "I'm not sure what you think you're talking about. But that's quite a claim for one boy to make."
"Maybe," Trevor said, his voice remaining 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, adding, "In case you need help."
Deaton stared at it for a few seconds, wary, but eventually picked it up and said, "Thank you." Just then, Trevor felt the Vampire Killer vibrate faintly — time to leave — so he simply said, "That's all. See you around," and 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 and staring at it for a long moment, until footsteps approached and he slipped the paper into his pocket just as Scott entered in a hurry.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Twice in the same week," Deaton replied calmly, and Scott answered, "I know, I know… sorry. Everything okay?" tilting his head slightly because 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.