Your POV
I don't remember the rest of that day but what I do remember is waking up on my kitchen floor and the room was covered in blood. Chairs were nocked over and there was a man standing beside me. He was about Scott's age and was wearing a blue hoodie, kind of Ambercrombie-looking. The face, not the hoodie.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Jackson Whittmore."
I don't remember the rest of the conversation, I was too dizzy.
Lydia's POV
"STILES!" I shout, annoyed.
"Why are we even here?" He asks.
"We are at (Y/N)'s house because.. Something isn't right."
"Lydia, it's locked."
I roll my eyes and grab a bobby pin from my hair. The door opens and I see her walls, smeared and stained with blood. I see (Y/N)'s TV, shattered along the living room floor.
"(Y/N)!" I shout, hoping for a response.
When I enter her kitchen I see Jackson and her talking. I swallow hard.
"What the hell?" I ask, stepping back.
Stiles POV
A follow Lydia's voice to the kitchen when I hear her say "What the hell?"
"What's happeni- oh-oh man that's not good.." I see Jackson standing by the table, stunned to see Lydia.
"I thought you were in London.." Lydia says.
"You know, the key word in that sentence is 'were' it's past tense." He laughs evilly, "because sweet heart, Victoria & Lisa are dead. That means I'm back, and I have more control over you and your friends than I've ever had before."
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Allison Argent Again
FanfictionYou just moved to beacon hills and Are living the life. You are friends with these Popular Juniors until your world is flipped upside Down when you find out they have a secret And so do you When you all find out that Allison Argent had been brought...
