Strange things always happen in the town of Beacon Hills, and life is hard for teenagers, with things like exams, classes, pesky teachers, drama and the occasional full moon, no one can really be prepared for anything.
That leads us to the main prot...
School dances were supposed to be fun, exciting, romantic even on certain occasions. There were meant for forming new and lasting memories with your friends, or doing something stupid you'll regret years later, but that is entirely up to what happened that night. However, this night was one that I will stay in memories and one I want to regret.
I was knelt down beside Lydia trying to think of a way to stop her from bleeding, but nothing was coming to mind as I stared at her bloodied body and dress.
"No..." Stiles said looking down at her, "I'm not just letting you leave her here,"
"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me," Peter replied, I looked up to see the lunatic swiping his mouth like he had just ate Sunday lunch or something, "you both are,"
"Like hell if I'm going anywhere with you," I muttered as I kept staring at Lydia's body,
"Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore," Stiles said to him and I could the heartbreak in his voice, Peter walked around me and started to drag Stiles to his feet with a clawed hand under his neck,
"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get," Peter said to Stiles, I kept my eyes down but my attention diverted when I felt something pulling me away from her by my collar,
"Get your hands off me!" I snapped as I swiped my hand backwards hopping to hit him, but he released me before I could,
"We need to leave now if we want to save Derek," Peter said softly but his eyes and expression held anything but softness,
"But..." I started to say,
"Derek first, Lydia later," Peter said as he turned and started to walk away, I looked back at Lydia then Stiles who was walking towards me,
I followed Peter with Stiles, and caught the sound of footsteps running towards the field, but I didn't look back as I figured it was Jackson. We got to the parking and climbed into Stiles jeep with him and Peter in the front while was squeezed in the back,
"Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf, she'll be incredibly powerful," Peter said after hearing Stiles huffing,
"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart," Stiles told him in a shaky voice,
"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman... twice a month," Peter said to him, Stiles stared at me with his mouth opened, and I sighed loudly,
"That is so sick," I muttered as I looked out the back window as I started to feel physically disgusted,
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After driving for awhile we reached a parking lot. Stiles drove us to the floor Peter told him to, and after parking Peter all but grabbed stiles and held him by the collar of his shirt, while I was trailed behind the two.
