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...
"The end of things, the real end, is never a neat turn of the screw, never a door that is suddenly shut, but more like an atmospheric change, clouds that slowly gather — more a whimper than a bang."
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'I'm sorry... y-you have to tell him, I'm sorry...'
That's all that Scott could hear in his head play over and over again. Luna's voice... her last words to him... her last wish...
Scott stands beside Luna's still body as he holds her cold hand. He looks down at her and frowns as a tear slides down his cheek. Her warm glow was gone, the safe feeling her presence gave off had vanished, she was gone...
Biting his lip to hold back the sobs, Scott tries to block out Lydia's pained cries. Peeking to the side, he sees Fallen hugging and rocking Lydia as the two sit in a corner of the room. Deaton stood nearby hands together in front of him with his head down. The twins were back near the door watching in slight guilt. They never realized how much of an positive impact the dark fae had made on the town of Beacon Hills.
Scott glances back down at Luna and sniffles. She looked so pale... so not herself. Black veins covered her arms and visible skin, her tanned skin was now ghostly white, and worst of all bruises and cuts had taken place everywhere.
Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Scott reaches to grab it then reads a message from Derek.
'I don't think he's going to be okay.'
...
Derek kneels down, pulling Luna into his chest. He watches her eyes fill with fear as her body doesn't seem to heal. Clearing his throat, Derek grabs her hand, "I'm gonna help you."
Luna shakes her head slowly as her eyes flutter closed, "I-it's okay..."
Derek shakes his head as tears fall, "No, it's not. I'm gonna get you help. I'm just gonna try and take some pain away until we get you back to Deaton."
Derek grips Luna's hand tighter waiting for the pain. He stares in disbelief as his arm remains perfect and veins don't appear.
"I can't- Luna it's not working..."
Derek shakes his head as he thinks back to an hour ago. He stands silently in front of the cheering group of friends as his sister frowns. She interrupts their celebrating and reveals something no one saw coming.
"We've lost someone tonight..."
Stiles gapes at Cora in disbelief. Derek could feel Stiles' eyes on him. He lifts up his head to reveal his teary red eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he actually cried. Losing Luna was the worst nightmare that no one was prepared for. To not have her around felt like the world was crumbling around him. But Derek could only imagine how Stiles would react.
