In Another Life

She Had Yellow Eyes

(This takes place under the idea that Vic because a werewolf instead of a grizzly. Get comfy everyone. This is gonna be a long one)

Vic wasn't normal.

She knew that. She didn't have a normal upbringing, what with her mom dying, her getting kidnapped for five years, almost dying (multiple times), and then losing her friends in a car crash... She had accepted a long time ago her mental health wouldn't be the best.

But finding a dead body... that definitely wouldn't help. 

She had run ahead of the track team and to a turn in the path. She paused to catch her breath. She froze when she smelt something in the distance. It was something that was burned into her brain. Implanted in her memory. She looked at the cospe of trees to her left. She walked over slowly, and found him, tied to the tree with a dog leash around his neck.

It was only natural that she screamed. She screamed and backed up from the blood stained tree, from the body. She got far away from it, but she could still smell it.

Stiles had calmed her down, but the damage was done.

She had found a dead body.

One that reminded her of Luke. Of her friend.

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Stiles looked down at his screen. He muttered a curse under his breath and picked it up. "Vic, hey, what's going on?"

"I-I-I don't know what's going on," she panted. Stiles felt his entire body tense, his spine straightened. "I'm-I'm alone and it looks so familiar and I'm having all these thoughts I've never had before-I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Vic, where are you?" He asked. "Vic tell me which room you're in."

"It was um, it was 104," she told him.

He was out the door in a second, Lydia and Allison followed after him. "I'm on my way. Vic, stay where you are." He ran to 104 and tested the door. It was open. He walked in to find his sister between the beds, her phone clutched in her hands. Her eyes were glued to the screen.

He dropped his phone and it landed on the ugly yellow carpet the motel had put in. He knelt down next to her and touched her knee.

Her response was immediate. "No!" She screamed. "No! Don't touch me!" She scrambled away from him. She wedged herself between the bed and the nightstand. There was nothing but fear in her crystal blue eyes. She had never looked at him like that. "Stiles!" She screamed into the phone.

"It's okay," Lydia said. Her voice echoed from Vic's phone. Stiles looked at her to see she was holding Stiles's phone to her ear. "Vic, it's Lydia. Your brother's on his way. Can you tell me what you see?"

Vic blinked and looked around. "It's so... it's so dark. It's... it's like I'm back in the Closet. Is Téras gonna come? Is he gonna hurt me again?"

"No, no, no one's coming to hurt you," Lydia reassured.

"Something touched me," Vic said. "I don't know what it was."

"It's okay," Lydia said. "Stiles is here now. He's gonna touch you now, okay?"

Taking the hint, he reached out and touched her knee lightly. She looked down at her knee carefully. "Mischief?" She whispered.

He traced a word into the material of her jeans. Y-E-S. She nearly cried in relief.

"Vic, can you stand up?" Lydia requested.

Vic nodded. "Yes," she said. She reached out with her one hand and grabbed the edge of the nightstand. She lifted herself up on shaky legs. She raised her hand to reach for Stiles.