This Changes Everything {Book 1-S1}

Propius & Propius {S1-Epi 12-Pt 1}

{latin ^ Closer & Closer } Friday February 18th, 2011 {Day 41}

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Meanwhile back in The School parking lot...

With each blink of Scott's two yellow eyes, time seems to slow down, emphasizing the weight of the moment. His eyelids gracefully close, delicately brushing together before parting once more. As his fangs protrude, releasing icy breath into the air, Scott's gaze shifts between Tyhurst's truck and Argent's SUV. And then, he turns his attention to the bus, where Allison's bewildered and fearful face remains fixed upon him, unable to tear her eyes away.

The pulsating rhythm of the dance music emanates from within the school, gradually growing louder and faster. It reverberates through the walls, creating a sense of urgency and anticipation. In a sudden burst, Argent's car door clicks open, shattering the suspended moment. The ordinary sounds of reality rush back into Scott's ears, jolting him into action.

With no other viable choice, Scott springs into action, leaping onto the top of the bus. All eyes follow his every move as he gracefully traverses its length, disappearing into the darkness beyond, leaving behind a mix of uncertainty, curiosity, and a lingering sense of mystery.

Back out on The Lacrosse Field...

In the dimly lit expanse of the lacrosse field, fear consumes Stiles as he gazes up from Lydia's motionless and blood-stained body to find Peter hunched over her. The sight sends a chill down his spine, and a desperate plea escapes Morwen's lips, their snarl revealing their anguish.

"We can't leave her here," Stiles adds, his voice tinged with a mixture of desperation and determination.

Peter, his presence looming and commanding, asserts with chilling certainty, "You're both coming with me. There's no choice in the matter."

A surge of defiance courses through Stiles, his desperation reaching a breaking point. "Then kill me. I don't care."

Peter's piercing gaze fixes upon Stiles, his head tilting forward as if attempting to gauge the sincerity of Stiles's words through scent or heartbeat.

"Stiles," Morwen interjects, their voice filled with a mixture of shock and disbelief, unable to comprehend the gravity of his proposition.

Peter, finding satisfaction in Stiles's resolve, nods approvingly. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."

With a trembling hand, Stiles retrieves his phone from his coat, his fingers quivering with a mixture of fear and determination.

Meanwhile back in The School parking lot...

Allison emerges from the bus, her actions were measured and deliberate. The resonant click of her heels resonates against the pavement, her hand sliding away from the door as her knees weaken. Just moments before she collapses, Argent materializes, encircling her with his arm.

She gazes up at him with a vacant expression, as though failing to identify him.

"It's alright. You're okay," Argent utters.

Yet, as she locks eyes with him, she languidly shakes her head, silently implying that safety eludes her. Far from it, she is unmistakably distressed.