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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LUNA SITS IN THE BACK OF STILES' JEEP AS HE DRIVES AND CORA SITS IN THE PASSENGER SEAT. She stares at Cora in slight worry as she notices the girl getting paler and paler. Stiles catches Luna's gaze in the rear view mirror making them both quickly look away.
Things were a little off between the two. Luna could one hundred percent bring herself to admit that she had feelings for her quirky best friend. She didn't want him to know, but she could definitely bring herself to saying it out loud.
Stiles on the other hand knew that he wanted Luna to be in his life for a long time. He wasn't sure of his feelings at the moment. All he knew was that with each passing day he would notice little things about her that he didn't before. Like how her nose and cheeks were covered in faded freckles. Like how she liked her cereal in the morning. Like how she talked to herself in her sleep. How she would bite her lip when she was nervous. She would clench her hands into a fist when she was upset. When she was scared she would try not to make eye contact with anyone, because she didn't want anyone to know she wasn't strong. How she didn't want to seem weak... but to Stiles she was extraordinary.
Cora feeling the tension in the jeep, slumps her head over to look at the two then rolls her eyes. She wasn't sure if they had told one another but she knew they had feelings for each other. Anyone could see it... except them two.
"Where are we going?"
"My house. I've got to keep an eye on you."
"I'm fine."
Stiles chuckles humorlessly, "Wow you sound just like someone I know."
Luna smiles as she peeks at Stiles in the mirror, "Whatever Stilinski."
Chuckling he looks back at the road. Cora shakes her head wanting nothing more than to be rid of the two love sick puppies.
Luna turns her attention to the trees outside. She frowns as she feels the hair on her arms raise up. Her stomach starts to churn as she feels chills run down her spine.
"Lydia..."
Stiles hears Luna murmur to herself but before he can say anything he hears a snap and looks back to see the backseat of the jeep empty.
...
Chalk swipes quickly across the board. A History teacher named, Mr Westover transcribes headlines from his notes for the next day's class. Pausing to look at the text of an open book, Westover steps away from the board. Then turns back with a shocked gasp.
Lowering the chalk, Westover stares at the board. All of his notes have vanished, replaced by one strange image... a five fold Celtic knot.
The chalk slips from his fingers. It rolls across the floor, right out the open door and into the corridor.
It finally stops, hitting a girl's shoe. Slowly bending down, Lydia picks up the chalk. Eyes strangely unfocused, she walks into the now empty classroom.
