The world was a large place, much larger than Scott’s hometown of Beacon Hills. He was determined to go out and see it for himself, to broaden his horizon's past the stretch of woods that made up the local preserve. A barrier of wood and shrubs shielding the town from the outside world. After the latest threat had calmed down, what was it again? Demons, insane werewolves, ghosts, or perhaps hunters...He couldn't remember and in truth Scott found he no longer cared. He needed to get out, to stretch his legs, to see what else was out there. If only for a little while. It was his sense of exploration, and a cryptic almost ominous tip from Deaton, that brought him to New Orleans. A town said to be filled with such marvels and creatures the likes of which he had never seen in Beacon Hills. 

And they were right.

Never before had he came across vampires, a race of creatures he believed had only existed in the minds undersexed authors with questionable writing abilities and even worse movies. Witches, so like druids but vastly more powerful, and werewolves. Unlike the wolves back home they could all change into a full wolf form, but were cursed, unable to shift at will, incapable of basking in the full glory of their power save for the one day a month when they were forced to undergo an agonizingly slow transformation. Skin tearing, bones breaking and melding only to break again as their bodies tore themselves apart only to be reshaped into a new form. 

Scott had just settled into his room at a cheap little motel. Freshly showered and dressed and fishing the keys to his motorcycle out of his pocket when they attacked. Two vampires descending from seemingly nowhere. he was on the street near his bike one second and suddenly with a rush of air he found himself in the nearby alley, rough hands pinning him to a brick wall. There was a hiss and a flash of pearly white teeth, fangs moving towards his throat. With a growl, Scott kicked outwards his heavy foot slamming into the vampire's chest sending sprawling into the opposite wall. His eyes flashes red his own fangs peeking through past his lips. Nails extending into sharp claws.