Because, I Love You (Liam Dunbar)

Season Six: Relics

Catching Erik's fist that flew over my right shoulder, I flipped him over with speed, and picked him up by throat with one hand.

"Okay," the vampire chokes wrapping his hands around my small one. "You've improved."

I smirked satisfied at his words. Letting him go, he drops to the floor gasping for air.

"That's my girl," I hear from behind me. Whipping around, I saunter over to my boyfriend and jumping into his arms as he twirled me around. Setting me down, we lock our lips completely melting into each others embrace.

"Gross," Erik groans stumbling up from the ground. I roll my eyes and remove myself from the beta so we can go inside.

Since we were training for an hour, I took a quick shower. After throwing on a pair of ripped black jeans, I throw on a white sweater, Scott's jean jacket, and my black combat boots. I then make my way downstairs to where everyone was at.

"That's how he got in?" My brother makes sure glancing up at the black lightening streaks that covered like a smudge on our ceiling. "What is it?"

"It's a point of impact from a lightning strike," Mason explains. "Usually you'd find charred spots like that on the ground after a violent thunderstorm."

"That's how the Ghost Rider got in," I add in. "He rode lightning."

"If they can use lightning to get past the mountain ash... " Liam trails off. "No place is safe."

"What about the others?" Corey quickly asked. "It's my fault they're marked."

"We'll find a way to protect them," Scott reassures. "All of them."

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"The K-index quantifies disturbances in the horizontal component of earth's magnetic field," my boyfriend reads out loud from the screen in front of him. "What's a "K-index?"

Not looking up from my homework, the corners of my mouth twitch up wanting to smile.

"It's a scale that meteorologists use to measure thunderstorm activity," I explain to him. "So, a K-Index value less than 20 means no activity, and above 35 is severe."

"Well, how bad's "severe?" Liam questions.

"Well, your average storm has about 1,000 lightning strikes. In the past three months, the average storm in Beacon Hills had 5,000," Mason shows us the laptop with all the data.

"And what's it reading now?"

"Looks like, 14," I read off the screen. "We're clear."

"Okay, so if a spike in the K-Index means more lightning, then we can tell if they're coming," Liam assumes. "Yeah. This is good. Yeah."

I squinted my eyes not completely convinced, because hello, this is freaking Beacon Hills.

"Actually... This is really bad," Mason realizes.

Resting my elbows on the table, I lay my face in my hands.

"We need to hide them," I muffle.

"We need to fight them," Mason argues.

"We need to hide them," Liam fights back.

"Who's "them?" My brother saunters over to us overhearing our conversation.

"The Ghost Riders."

"The kids at the party."

Liam and I make eye contact with Mason who sided against us.