The Evil Bitch

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STILES's POV;

"Okay. So what's the plan?" I walked up to
Scott

"I don't know"

"Yo-..you don't know.... our sister is God knows where, and the beast is out... and you don't know?" I interrogated him through the hallways

"I don't know! I don't know what to do about Lacey. Lydia can't connect with her. Liam doesn't even feel her. How are we supposed to find her?" He asked, defending himself. Which, I couldn't really hear his explanation because of what stood in the sight of my eyes
"Stiles.." Scott called me

"I think I just found her...." I said

" I said

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She strutted down the hall like she was the damn queen

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She strutted down the hall like she was the damn queen.
She was wearing probably the tightest solid black leather dress on the planet that brought out her body shape
I could tell that she had died her hair and was not afraid of her exposed body

And she wore what seemed like 12 story high heels that had literal black spikes on them, with a blood red color underneath.

Her makeup seemed like the darkest colors on earth. Now representing her soul..
or his soul

Her slightly curled hair bounced against her as she walked, the wind hitting her face perfectly even though there was no draft in the hallway

Scott looked forward to see where my eyes had landed and his jaw dropped
The back of his fist hit my stomach as we both stood there staring at her like we were paralyzed

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