" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 . 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
"Why are you doing this to me?" My voice pained. My eyes were squeezed shut while my back was uncomfortably pressed up against the door with nowhere to go. Peter was to my left, a hand now pressed softly against my cheek.
"Because I can be, darling."
"How the hell are you here? Derek slit your throat. He killed you. You're dead," I sobbed quietly, "you're dead."
"I am," He paused. My jaw clenched tighter to the point my teeth were on the verge of breaking, "well, at least I am for the moment."
"For the moment? What do you mean for the moment?" I cried. I balled. I sobbed. I couldn't control myself any longer with this man sitting next to me.
"You see, Katherine, I am dead. You're just my ticket out of this world and back to the living. As of right now, I'm only a figment of your imagination."
"No. There's no way." My body was shaking in disbelief. I began feeling nauseas. My abdomen began burning like the old days.
"It's true." Peter simply shrugged.
"No you can't be real. Derek wont let this happen, he'll fix me. He'll fix me! I'll be fine! I'll be fixed. You'll be gone. You'll be gone...again."
"That's the thing, my dear. Derek won't do anything because he won't know about it. Not yet at least. He will when the time comes."
"When will that be?"
"Whenever I feel. And for now, you'll keep quiet about this. Like it never happened. You wont tell Derek, or Scott, or even the Stilinski boy. No one." I felt the need to agree with him as much as I wanted to shout the information I just found out to the world.
"Get out of my head! Get out!" I screamed but then my anger turned into terrible, sad sobs. "Get out". My head buried itself in my knees for a few moments and when it picked itself up, Peter was nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared into thin air.
After finally collecting myself hours later, I slid into my bed, not being able to sit or stand any longer. I was hoping sleep would come over me, but I highly doubted it. I stayed like that for the rest of the night, with the covers pulled up to my chin. Every clang of a pipe, swish of air inside a vent made my heart race. I was never able to fall asleep till five in the morning, and I woke up at nine in a cold sweat from a nightmare about Peter.
