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...
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STILES and Melissa look over the damage to the cars as witnesses gather.
"I don't know what happened. You guys came out of nowhere."
Melissa glares, "Came out of nowhere? We were parked on the side of the road."
"How crazy is that? We should call the police, do an accident report."
Peter chuckles inwardly, "I don't think that's necessary."
Stiles frowns rubbing his neck, "You sure? I'm feeling a little whiplash."
Melissa's head snaps over to him as she stares at him in disbelief, "Whiplash? You hit us."
"Something's definitely wrong with my neck."
"Something will be when I'm strangling it with my bare hands."
Neither of them notice Peter stepping away, his gaze wandering to the shadows.
"I know you're there. And I'm impressed. Too bad most teenagers aren't as smart. Kind of like that friend of yours on the lacrosse team, Jackson. The one who thinks he knows all about us."
Down the street, Scott's tired gasps stop, breath now held tight in the grip of fear.
"You know how they say knowledge is power? Not in his case."
Realization dawning on him, Scott slowly steps back. Then turns on his heels to run for it. Hurtling off the road, he races not for his own life. But for Jackson's.
...
Luna lays on her bed on her stomach as she flips through a magazine. She groans and rolls over half laying off the bed.
"Ugh I'm so bored..." She mumbles to herself before sitting up.
Sighing, she sits against the headboard of her bed staring straight ahead. Stiles had gone to stop Peter from hurting Melissa and Scott was there as well. Derek was who knows where. Maybe she would call Lydia and see what the strawberry blonde was up to.
As soon as Luna reaches for her phone on the nightstand beside her, she shivers as a chill runs down her spine. Frowning, she glances over at her window to see it closed.
"Well that's not weird at all..."
Shaking her head, she lets out a harsh breath then walks to her bathroom. Leaning against the counter she grips it tightly trying to figure out what was happening to her.
She suddenly felt cold and anxious. It didn't feel like anyone else was feeling this, no it was all her. Glancing up in the mirror she sees black veins slowly appearing around her eyes.
"Oh no..."
Just as those words leave her mouth, Luna's green eyes turn murky white and it's almost as if she leaves her body as she's brought into a scene in her head.
