Dark of the moon (Dnf)

Motel California - 2

We went back to our room and Lydia began to freak out. "You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place." Lydia exclaimed as she began putting away her stuff. "We need to leave."

"But they were suicides, not murders." Allison stated. "And it's not like this place is haunted, right?" I crossed my arms not believing that. "With everything we've seen, with everything I am, I seriously doubt that." I am not really a superstitious, but I am a freaking werewolf. Haunted house isn't far of a stretch.

Lydia nodded. "Like you said I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room!" she exclaimed. "Maybe that's why they're renovating-- maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling.

I purse my lips. We have nothing better to do, and I need a distraction. "Maybe we should find out."

The three of us went down to the receptionist desk to look for the old lady and figure out what exactly happened. I stomped my foot annoyed when we came to the office and the lady wasn't anywhere to be found. "Well, there goes that." Lydia muttered.

"Didn't you say the sign said one-ninety-eight?" Alison asked us. Huh. Lydia and I looked to the framed number case that now said 201. 201?

"It was 198." I whispered confusedly. "We swear to god it was 198." Lydia exclaimed anxiously.

"Okay, what does that mean? That there's been three more suicides?" I froze. Oh no. "Or three more about to happen."

I sighed and covered my face. "You two go on up ahead, I'll get Stiles." They went up ahead and I went to Stiles and Scott's shared room. I knock on his door. "Izzie." Stiles opened the door more to let me in. "Stiles, we need to talk."

I haven't seen Stiles since we got off the bus, and something hit me. It was weird, but it was like something came over me. I don't know what it was. I shook the thought out of my head, no, no, no, no. I am- no!

I point behind me at a loss for words. "Um- our motel room, now." I turned around and quickly walked away. What was that thought that popped in my head?

"The last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon." I muttered after Stiles and Allisons descriptions of Scotts behavior tonight.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me, too."

Stiles paused, realizing something. "But actually, it was Boyd who was really off-- I watched him put his fist through the vending machine." Normally I'd brush that off as a hungry werewolf but under these conditions I don't think so.

"See?" Lydia exclaimed. "It is the motel!" She began to say stuff rapidly. "Either we need to get out of here right now, or... someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP, before the werewolves go crazy and kill us."

She looked at me. "No offense."

"None taken." I looked myself over. "I feel fine." Well I'm acting a little hormonal. Emotional! I mean. Yeah that's what I mean.

"Okay, just hold on, all right?" Stiles said. "What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"

I nodded, then realized where he was going with this. His pattern of threes. "You mean, like three sacrifices?"

He nods. "What if this time," I began to shake my head. No please don't say it, please, please. "It's three Werewolves?"

My heart sank at that. Terrified. "Scott, Isaac and Boyd." Well in total there were 5 werewolves. It could be any of us. I took a few steps back, just in case.