Drawn (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

[S3E9] The Girl Who Knew Too Much

"Lydia?" I called as Stiles and I hopped out of his Jeep. "What's wrong?"

Scott got off his bike and put his helmet on the handle. We walked toward the school, where Lydia and Alison were waiting for us.

"It's the same thing." Lydia said with worry in her eyes. "The same thing as the pool. I got into the car and I somehow ended up here.. and you told me to call you if there's a dead body."

"You found a dead body?!" Stiles exclaimed, a hint of surprise laced in his voice.

"Not yet." Lydia said, with her arms crossed uncomfortably.

"Not yet?" I said, confused. "What do you mean 'not yet'?"

Stiles sighed. "Lydia you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."

"Oh no I'm not doing that again." Lydia said, raising her pointer finger up to us. "You find the dead body from now on."

"How are we supposed to find the dead body?" Stiles asked, annoyed.

A familiar scent caught my nose and I tilted my head to the school yard that was pitch black. While Lydia and Stiles continued arguing, I stepped toward the school yard and the smell of blood only grew stronger.

I felt my eyes turn black and red and I looked again with a pair of eyes that could see in the darkness. There, I saw what Lydia feared to look for.

"Lydia you're always the one that finds the dead body." I heard Stiles say behind me.

"Guys." I said, making the two of them go quiet. "I found the dead body."

Perched on the school sign, was the body of one of the deputies from the sheriffs station.

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{3rd person}

It was the next morning when the raven haired Argent girl hopped out of bed, she was already dressed in day clothes, almost as if she slept in them the night before.

She made her way to the closet, where she uncovered a black box that was sitting on a couple of moving boxes she never had the motivation to unpack. She dug out the black box and unclipped the latch, revealing a set of knives packed away safely within a sheet of foam.

She grabbed one and shut the case. Leaving the closet, she immediately knew something was off. She stopped in her tracks, sensing the feeling that someone was watching her. Cautiously, she turned around and saw that her balcony door was ajar.

She crept toward the open door with panic striking in her chest, though she still managed to keep calm. From slow to swift, she yanked open the door and pulled in a stranger and shoved him to the floor, holding her knife to his throat.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked when she realized it wasn't a stranger that was stalking her. She hovered over Isaac, not pulling away the dagger.

"You weren't in school." Isaac said, slightly shocked.

"Scott sent you to check up on me?" Alison asked.

Isaac paused. "Maybe he's worried about you."

"I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, I've noticed." The werewolf raised his eyebrows and gestured to the knife being held to his throat. "More than once."

A smile crept on Alison's lips, which Isaac returned.

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