JENNIFER'S BODY | teen wolf au

nine

"I am a god."

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Jennifer discarded Jackson's dead body in the woods, half-eaten and rotting. She was full once again, feeling his life force flow through her. The rest of his blood was washed off in the lake where Jennifer decided to take a swim, completely nude. Life was good. She felt completely free as she left all her worries behind her in the murky waters she swam in.

Part of her wanted to relive the moment his screams were silenced. Feasting upon him was one of the best things in the world. Another part of her knew it was wrong. But something forced that little shred of humanity into the darkest corner of her mind.

As she slowly swam back to the dock, her hair slicked back and damp, Jennifer felt her body being rejuvenated. All of her imperfections were wiped away. Old scars that lingered and burned had faded, her skin becoming a blank slate. Her brown eyes popped, shimmering like stars in the night sky.

Movies and television shows made everyone look so perfect, but Jennifer knew that she had to earn it. Now she was just like them, except they differed in their taste of boys.

She approached the ladder, climbing out the lake. Jennifer squeezed the water from her hair, some excess blood falling out from it. Then, she grabbed her clothes and put them back on before strolling back into the woods.

***

It had been a few hours since Stiles had dropped Lydia home, where she shortly recovered from her scream fest. She couldn't explain what happened, but the nauseating terror had washed away luckily.

All she did was the rest of the afternoon was watch television; however, it was mostly news reports about the fire. "Fatalities have grown in a horrific fire that destroyed a popular nightclub in Beacon Hills last night..."

"It's a bar!" she quietly yelled at the television.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring. She picked it up, thinking that it was Stiles. "Hey."

Nevertheless, it was her best friend on the other side. "I feel so scrumptious." 

At her house, Jennifer was looking at herself in a mirror. She was now wearing a white v-neck and pink shorts, ones that she could admire her butt in. Her teeth chewed on her 'BFF' necklace, sucking on the metal tang.

Lydia sighed. "Well, that's lovely, Jen." She answered sarcastically. "But might I remind you that not everybody feels that way, especially me."

"Really, Di, depression is not a good look for you," Jennifer responded, almost insulting her. "It's like I've had my first time all over again. Everything feels like it's on vibrate."

"People died, Jennifer. Why don't you care?" she questioned.

"Because I've got other things to focus on." She told her. "I'm sorry that most of your hookups burnt to death, but it's time to move on. Life is too short to be moping around about some white-trash pig roast."