"Hello?" You whisper, everything was silent, your deep, heavy breaths echoed in the silence. "Derek?!" You yelled. A loud bang had woken you, maybe Derek was coming home late or Peter was dropping by, either way you got up to investigate. It was dark, too dark to see the Oni standing in front of you. Suddenly a sharp pain spread through your body like wildfire, you looked down at your stomach, a silver sword plunged deep in your abdomen. You looked up, a mirror in front of you showed the horrible sight, blood was dripping from your mouth, dripping from Allison's mouth. An Oni appeared in front of your eyes like dark evil magic, it looked at you with the mocking grin plastered forever to its ugly face. Your legs gave out and you prayed Derek would somehow be there to catch you, but instead it was Scott. Everything went black and you were falling through the darkness. Finally it turned into colour, you could see days from Allison's life playing around you. Then you remembered what stiles told you to help wake you up from your nightmares, "You have extra fingers in dreams that's how you can tell when you're dreaming"
You looked down at your hands, slowly counting them. One..two..three..four..five...Six.
You let out a gut wrenching scream causing derek, beside you, to jolt up. You kept screaming, sweat dripping down your forehead, your eyes bolting back in forth in their sockets.
"Bre! Bre it's okay! You're safe!" Derek yelled taking you into his arms, he rocked you back and forth until you calmed down.
"The Oni...stiles... We need to find them"
"We wi-"
"No, we need to find them now and we need to kill them" you said cutting him off. He nodded and sat back, head resting against the headboard. He knew that he needed to find them quickly. He knew you and lydia shared the horrible gift of seeing when someone dies and he knew yours came in dreams. The only thing he didn't know was that Allison would be the next to die.
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Teen wolf imagines
Fanfictionim.ag.i.na.tion iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. "she'd never been blessed with a vivid imagination"
