The Sun, The Moon, and The Truth

1: Spring Break

"Where are we going?" Was Malia in the passenger's seat.
"Lydia's lake house. But first we have to pick up Scott and Kira." Stiles answered in the drivers seat.
"Can't they just drive there?" She asked as she sighed and flicked on her iPhone.
"Uhh, No." He looked back at her through the rear-view mirror.
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"Hey, thanks." Scott said as he jumped in the back of the jeep.
"What took you so long?" Malia turned around.
"Uhm, Kira had to lock the door." Scott looked at Stiles.
"It's a process."
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They headed for the lake house as it turned darker outside. The car skidded and burped.
"What was that." Malia said.
"Shiii--t." Stiles coughed as he hopped out the van. "Stay in there Malia."
"No." She responded as usual.
Scott joined Stiles and Malia outside to check out the car.
"Flat Tire. We must've gone over a rock or something." Stiles said.
Scott leaned in and touched the wheel of the jeep. "No. Something clawed it." He moved his hand in long grooves in the tire. Air seeped through them as the side of car started to sink down with it.
"What was it." Malia asked.
"I'm not sure, but whatever it was- obviously meant to do it. I think we need to walk to the lake house." Scott said, still staring at the marks.
"Woahh, no way. There's some supernatural demonic thing probably out there to kill us all, the house is five freak'n miles away, and I am NOT leaving my jeep out here." Stiles budded back in.
"What other choice do we have?"
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"I can't believe you're making us do this." Scott shouted from the back of the jeep's butt, as he pushed with Stiles and Malia. Kira walked behind Scott and kept watch.
"Hss."
"Okay, I'm pretty sure that was not my bean-burrito."
"SCOTT!" Kira screamed from behind. As they turned around, Kira clawed the dirt with her fingertips as a dark entity pulled her into darkness.
"Kira!" Scott screamed going forth into the darkness.
"Scott!" Stiles yelled as he pulled Scott back. "Whatever we know, that thing wants you more than her. We can't just let you go in there."
"I have to. You and Malia get to Lydia and make sure she's okay."
"No, Scott." Stiles looked him deep in the eyes.
"You're turning into Malia each day, you know." Scott pulled away and chased the darkness.
"What does that mean?" Malia said. "Is that bad?"
Stiles stared back at her.
"C'mon. We've gotta get to Lydia." He pulled her hand.
"What about the jeep?"
"Forget it."
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Stiles and Malia entered the door to enter a well-lit cozy room.
"Lydia?" Stiles screamed.
Silence.
"Can't you do that thing where you feel the emotions that someone left?" Stiles turned to Malia.
"I'm not that good." She responded.
"Okay, you search upstairs. I'll look down here and downstairs." They both nodded.
He entered the basement where purple dust covered the ground, hidden with glass shards. "Lydia?" He said.
There was nothing, but he started to feel dizzy.
"Wooah." He said, as he reached the stairs again. Flashed of Lydia popped up in his mind.
"Stiles." Her voice echoed.
"Lydia..." He whispered. Stiles made his way up the stairs an back into the living room where they first entered.
"Stiles. Don't you want me?" The voice whispered again.
"Ly..?" He now faced a person that came forward to him. It was a blur, but her hair bounced flawlessly, a golden tint reflecting on her hair.
"Come on..." The person spoke. They pushed him gently onto the couch and started to strip off his shirt.
"Lydia?" He started mumbling. The closer the person got, he could see their eyes glow a cold blue color.
"What?" His thoughts raced. Everything started to blur out more, and he faded into darkness with his body uncontrollably moving, with another body moving up and down him.
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He woke up like a now sober man.
"What happened?" He said. He looked down to see he was stripped off of his clothes. Malia was face flat on the ground in her undergarments. Stile's mind raced as he rushed to put on his clothes. He felt his head and combed his hair back with his hands. "Holy shit."
He woke up Malia.
"What..." Stiles started.
"I think it was wolfsbane." Malia said as she grabbed her clothes.
They both collapsed in silence as Stiles walked upstairs to check the rest of the house out.
"Do you remember checking up here?" Stiles asked.
"No."
Out of nowhere, a shadow ran across the hallway.
"Lydia?" Stiles shouted.
The body appeared out of the room and walked towards Stiles and Malia.
"Oh... hi." Lydia said.
"Where were you?" Stiles embraced her.
"Um. I don't know... but I saw you two had some fun." Lydia pursed her lips. "Didn't want to make it look like I was creeping."
"Oh." Stiles said awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Come here. It's unbelievable." Lydia said as she tugged Stiles into a room. She showed him a window.
"What?" He said.
"You'll see it better this way." She walked forward and breathed on it.
Come find me - Allison