[On Going, Updated every few weeks ish]
Two best friends coming from a small town called Beacon Hills located in California get a greeting of a lifetime when mythical legends and folklore creatures come creeping in the dead of the night, in addition...
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TRIGGER WARNING: violence, blood, injuries.
(Read at your own risk!)
It was late at night when a car passed by. Avery's Red Chevrolet Cruze was driving and inside the car were the two best friends, Myclara Messi and Avery White, singing their hearts out to the nighttime radio station that they sang off key for. As they passed by the 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sign, they continued their path and Avery signaled to the right, a very narrow streetway appeared in her view as to show they were about to reach the outskirts of the Beacon Hills housing.
The two visibly relaxed after the last singing session and they had a small comfortable normal silence before Myclara spoke up. "Hey. Did you talk to your parents?" She asked out of concern.
"Talk about what?" Avery chuckles as a reply before looking at her seriously. "What do you mean talking to my parents?" Avery quipped, unsure of where the conversation was headed between the two of them.
"Remember how you came to my house with bruises and all. You were freaking out about your Mom murdering someone in cold blood." Myclara answers back seriously. She watches the blonde slightly to see how she reacted and it was not what she imagined at this very moment.
Avery laughed, thinking it was a practical joke before looking towards her companion, who had looked at her with disbelief, concern and a twinge of horror in her face.
"I only remembered coming to your house to get ready for that date Myclara. You're talking crazy." Avery dismisses as she focuses back on her driving. Myclara, who was shocked at the switch was about to retort but her words weren't stringing coherent sentences even in her mind so she resorted to quieting herself in the car and turning back to face the road ahead.
Despite the quietness of the car, the two were in different zones. Myclara's mind had flashed back to the moment the night happened before their date.
[Flashback]
"I just saw her kill a guy! I wish I was kidding but it happened!" She stammers as she tries to explain to Myclara who looked so frazzled and confused with the information given to her. It was past 9:30, right when the school curfew was set, when Avery climbed up Myclata's window and knocked it so hard that the redhead thought it was Stiles for a moment before realizing it was her blonde best friend.
"Avery, what?" She stammers, still in disbelief that her aunt was doing the impossible. "My mom! She just... slit his throat!" She recalls with a scared look on her face, unable to remove what she saw in her head as it sealed through her mind, clear as day. "You believe me, right?" Avery looks at her seriously, scared out of her mind with what's happening and what she witnessed.
