First Encounter

Not entirely certain of Allison's link to the Argents, Alexander parked a block away from the school. Doing so in order to go relatively unnoticed and leave little trace of himself. As far as his target's should be concerned he was never even here.

Barely getting out of his car, the loud, but clear ringing of a bell entered his ears.

' It seems I've arrived right on time.'

Crossing the street a few moments later, a peculiar but familiar scent reached him. One reminiscent of the surrounding forestry, yet ever so slightly masked under the stench of burnt wood. While confused at the underlying scent, the former was one that greatly interested Alexander.

' A Werewolf, and it's close.'

Not allowing himself to show any sign of discomfort or stress. Alexander accidentally dropped his phone from his pocket and went down to pick it up. At least that's how he wanted it to look to everyone around him, specially to the unidentified threat. In reality he did so, to hide his partly transformed self, while he used his superior senses to find the Werewolf.

' Found you!'

No more than a few seconds later, a completely "Normal" Alexander stood up and continued on his walk.

' Going by his young appearance he doesn't seem to be this Town's Alpha. Most likely a beta, that's out looking for some potential pack mates. Nothing to worry about, I highly doubt he's a tracker or that he can tell what I am.'

Feeling confident, Alexander strolled right by a brooding young man who's gaze was fixed on the outgoing high schoolers.

' Woah, yeah it'll probably better if I don't stand anywhere near this guy. If I do, I might come off as a weirdo as well, and that doesn't make for a very good first impression.'

Alexander ended up in the parking lot of the school as waves of students left. Some did notice his presence, mostly the female students but they didn't approach. They instead broke out into hushed whispers about him and even took pictures of the aloof Alexander. Who made sure to never allow them a clear picture as they always seemed to come out blurred.

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Becoming increasingly annoyed with the constant flow of fans gathering around him, and not seeing any sign of Allison, Alexander was thinking of leaving.

' Was I too late? Could she have not come to school today and I just wasted my time?'

Then, as if the universe itself was answering his call, in a weird twisted sort of way, a burgundy SUV pulled into the parking lot.

' That SUV... (Sniff) ... I smell gun powder residue coming from inside, as well as a light scent of Wolfsbane and the tires are riddled with dirt from the forest. Pretty sure that's who I'm after...'

Just as Alexander was about to make use of his eyes, to see who was inside that SUV. Allison Argent, opened the passenger door, allowing him to not only confirm her identity but also the driver's.

' This just became a whole lot easier, with her by my side I'll be free to search for the key. Here I thought I'd have to spend weeks breaking down their security and defenses. Not anymore, all I have to do now is get close to one girl, just that and I'll be one step closer to uncovering the truth.'

Having confirmed his targets, Alexander abruptly stood up, startling the girls swarming around him before walking away.

_

That night, Alexander checked out of his hotel room, after less than a day of renting it. He'd come to this decision after an extensive back and forth with himself regarding Allison.

His current goal was to get close to Allison, on paper a simple order. However, he not only needed to become her friend but something more, intimate. Only then would his motives and more importantly his character not be questioned.

At first he thought about using an alias and enrolling in school with her. An idea quickly shut down after he thought about actually having to attend classes.

Another idea was to, call in a favor from one of his previous employers, those of the blood drinking variety, but he wanted to hold onto that favor awhile longer. Favors of such caliber couldn't be used lightly, not when it's basically impossible to obtain one in the first place.

Then came a more sensible thought, he could play the role of the friendly new neighbor. Sure it wouldn't be as effective as the other two, but he wouldn't have to go to school or waste a get out of jail free card.

So that afternoon he went to a realtor and closed the deal on the home right next to the Argents. That cost him a pretty penny but nothing he couldn't recuperate after a job or two. Obviously the purchase was done under an alias, and for the remainder of his stay in Beacon Hills, he would be Xander Da Silva. A screen writer seeking peace and quiet while working on his upcoming pilot.

' I'd of preferred to use the millionaire playboy identity, but after that job in Britain it would raise countless of red flags. Heck the C.I.A, MI6, KGB, and who knows who or what else would come looking for me.'

Following the checkout, Alexander hopped into his car and drove off to his newly purchased home.

' Hmm, looks like I'll be arriving by midnight.'

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Just as he'd mentioned, Alexander arrived to his new home exactly at midnight.

" Well here I am, to Casa Da Silva."

While he joked, Alexander was surprised by the house's condition. According to the realtor the previous owner rarely ever stayed here. Although they did pay to keep it well maintained and clean. Evident by it's look, as it seemed to have come out of a broucher.

Getting out of his car, Alexander pulled out his duffle bag and went to open the door. While he did so he glanced back at the house next door and noticed the black SUV wasn't there.

' I'm guessing they're out hunting down the Alpha and his pack. Good, keep your attention on them, while you do so I'll make myself at home.'