Me: I'm so glad they made a Teen Wolf section. So I made this fic "Teen Vamp." I hope I got all the characters behaviors right cause I've seen every episode and there are only like 6 of the.

Disclaime: I do not own Teen Wolf.

Beacon Hills, California. I hate moving. My family moved to Beacon Hills after a incident in Miami. My family consisted of me and my dad John. He wasn't really my dad. He is a vampire and bit me. I was an orphan, my mom had passed away and none of my other relatives would accept me. I lived with John for a long time. We had to move cause I kind of lost control exposing us to some people. We had to hurry up and get our asses out of Miami.

I'm a REAL vampire, not the stupid ass Twilight ones. First of all we don't glitter in the sun. We burn, well not really burn but get a bad sunburn that gives us major headaches. Vampires have learned how to overcome that though. A good amount of blood can cure this. We don't kill people and suck them completely dry of blood. We only take non-lethal amounts from people. And sometimes we'll just get donated blood. We are super fast and are super strong. We can't by killed easily. Things like bullets, blood loss, great falls, and other stuff don't kill us. We aren't Superman but it's hard for us to die. We aren't immortal, we just age 1/10th slower than humans. So I would age 1 year every 10 years. In rare cases, some vampires can control how fast they want to age, I can do that. Holy things like crosses and blessed water hurts us. We can't go into a home uninvited, but if the home is uninhabited then we can go in.

Anyway I'm pretty much the reason we had to leave Miami. I got outta control and exposed my vampireness. Got into a heated fight with this guy and threw him through a wall. Yeah so we left the state and came to California. We're trying to start a new life, me and John. I'm meditating and practicing self-control. John bought a 3 bedroom house, not trying to be too flashy, but he had a large amount of money from being 300 years old. My room wasn't big, a nice size. I didn't have a lot of stuff either. A medium sized TV, a PS3, IPOD, Droid phone, laptop, nice bed, and a small closet.

My name is Spencer Robinson and I am 16 years old. I became a vampire a year ago, but I look like I'm 16. I have a athletic build, a six-pack as I work out some of the time. I have gelled slicked back hair, and blue eyes. Currently I was lying on my bed, bored out of my mind. I heard a knock at the door and said come in. The door opened and I saw John holding a black book bag and a set of keys in his other hand.

"You got school tomorrow." He said setting the book bag on the floor next to my TV.

"Okay. So whats with the keys?" I asked him. I could deal with school.

"Your new car." He simply said tossing me the keys. I sat up and caught them with one hand.

"You got me a car?" I asked John. I never thought he would buy me a car.

"Yeah, nothing too flashy but it's okay." He said. "It's out in the front."

I stood up and climbed out my window, exited to see my new vehicle. I landed in our front yard and saw a sleek silver convertible sitting there. Nice, very nice. I checked it appliances and saw a Sony stereo, leather steering wheel, and sun-roof. I walked back into the house and saw John sitting on the couch watching the history channel.

"I'm going for a jog." I told him.

"Okay be careful." He said.

I left the house and headed for the woods. I got there in no time. It got dark and I heard voices.

"What do we do if we find the dead body?" I heard a male voice ask.

"I didn't think of that." I heard another male voice say. A dead body? Someone must've been murdered. I walked around the woods, and saw some police. I heard a growl. A wolf, but not a normal one. I then heard lots of running and a cry of pain. I dashed to the source and saw a guy who looked about my age on the ground. He had a big ass bite mark on his rib. I crouched down in front of him.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked shaking him a bit. He groaned in pain and I helped his stand up.

"Thanks. I was bitten by something." He said looking at his wound. It was bleeding a lot.

"We better get you cleaned up." I said. "We can go to my house and get some medicine. It's not far." Well with my speed it was only like 10 minutes. I picked him up and put him on my back.

"Whoa." I heard him say as I jogged towards my house. I was trying not to go to fast. Carrying another guy on your back is weird. I put him down when I got to the front porch and we went inside.

"John I found this guy and he was bit by some animal. I'm going to fix him up." I told John who was still watching TV. "C'mon." I told the stranger. We went upstairs and to my room.

"Okay wait here while I go get the stuff." I said. "By the way what's your name?"

"Scott McCall." He answered. I went to the bathroom and looked for the alcohol. I found it and got some gauze and cotton balls.

"I'm Spencer Robinson. I just moved here." I told him going back to my room.

"Okay take off your shirt." I told him. He gave me a confused look.

"No homo of course. I need to fix you up." I said. He took his shirt off and showed me the wound. I dabbed the cotton ball and looked at Scott.

"I'm not going to lie to you. This is going to sting like a bitch." I said. He nodded, bracing himself. I dabbed the wound lightly with the cotton ball. He winced in pain. I noticed some of the wound was starting to heal up already. I wrapped the gauze around his rib cage then taped it tight.

"Thanks for the help Spencer." Scott said. I looked in my dresser and got a yellow Ed Hardy T-Shirt.

"You can wear that." I told him tossing him the shirt. "So what school do you go to?"

"Beacon Hills High." He answered putting the shirt on.

"Cool. I'm going there too. I guess we'll be seeing more of each other." I told him. I got out my phone. "What's your phone number?"

He gave me his phone number and stood up.

"Thanks for helping me out Spencer." He said. I led him downstairs and outside.

"Do I need to drive you home?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"I can find my way." Scott said walking away. I went back inside and sat down next to John.

"He was bitten by a wolf." I said. "I could smell it and I don't think it was a normal wolf."

"You think he was bitten by a werewolf?" John asked channel surfing.

"Yeah and his wound had even healed some when we got her." I said.

"Okay well you can see if he's acting weird tomorrow at school." John said smiling. I think he's enjoying the fact that I'm going to school. In Miami I didn't go to school.