Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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STILES GROANS AS HE LAYS IN BED UNCOMFORTABLY. He starts to twist to the side but freezes feeling a warm body next to him. Frowning in confusion, he opens his eyes and sees a mane of brunette hair on his shoulder. Realizing who it was, he moves his arm underneath Luna's head making her moan and snuggle into Stiles' side.
Stiles curses as Luna's hand grips onto his shirt and her leg lifts onto his. He mumbles to himself about the position that they were in before letting out a huff.
Taking his free hand, Stiles carefully and gently sweeps a few strands of Luna's wild hair away from her face. His eyes run over her calm sleeping form as she lets out small mewls like a little kitten.
"What are you doing to me?" Stiles whispers to himself looking down at his best friend in awe.
If he was being honest he had no idea when Luna got into his bed. As soon as the gang had come home from the motel, Luna disappeared. Boyd told everyone she would probably need a little time seeing as her family being brought up once again was a tough situation for her. A day had passed and no one saw or heard from Luna. Yet here she was in his bed.
And if he was even more honest with himself. He was glad she was here in his arms. After the Lydia situation, Stiles had officially given up and was just focusing on himself. But slowly he started to feel something for his best friend.
He didn't want to.
He didn't want to ruin their friendship.
He didn't think someone like her would ever be interested in him.
He was friendzoned.
He would always be friendzoned.
"No..."
Snapping out of his thoughts, Stiles glances over to see Luna still asleep but her calm demeanor had disappeared. Now she wore a fearful frown as her head shook side to side.
"Luna..." Stiles raises his hand to her face and lightly runs his thumb across her cheek.
Luna starts to sob and shake more frantically, "No no no... what did I do... I didn't mean to... what's wrong with me..."
In Luna's dream, she looks into a mirror and the mirror shows her dead parents and sister... exactly the way she found them years ago. Covered in blood. Dream Luna looks down at her shaking hands as her lip quivers.
Looking back into the mirror, Dream Luna now sees the same creature that she had seen in her last vision and at the motel. Behind the creature was a dead Stiles. She looked at his blank face; eyes cold and dead looking.
