The Lost Hunter ⚜ Sophomore Year [Crossover Fanfiction]

Chapter 13 ⚜ Peter Is My Nightmare

Plums of steam billow up under the white noise of a shower spray. Eyes closed, I stand underneath the water, letting it pummel my neck and shoulders. I blink my eyes open when another sound drifts in.

Voices. Distant, but rising. Confused, I turn off the water, listening to what sounds like the muted roar of a crowd. With a shaky hand, I grasp the shower curtain and draw it back to reveal an impossible sight just beyond it, The high school lacrosse field where dozens of fans in the bleachers' cheer and holler for our Mystic Falls team.

I blink gazing at the crowd while completely alone in the field. Peering down, I discover I'm now wearing my formal winter dress.

The crowd cheers as if a goal had been scored despite me remaining the only one on the field. Amid the excited crowd, one teenage girl can be seen shrieking. 

Silent, terrified screams. No one seems to pay any attention, their smiling faces offering a bizarre contrast. Coach sits at the benches among his players. Helmets pulled low, they sit like gladiators ready for the attack. Then, as if sensing another presence, I begin to turn.

A silhouette walks out from between the lights. With a steady and purposeful gait, Peter Hale rapidly crosses the field toward me. Retreating back, I spin to run when a hand grabs mine. I open my mouth to scream, but the crowd's cheers drown me out. 

Fangs distended, Peter ruthlessly drags me to the ground. I struggle forward digging at the grass.

In the bleachers, a spectator raises a sign that reads: We Love You, Lydia!

Another sign rises next to it: Everyone Loves Lydia!

Among them, I continue my frantic, silent screaming, fingers clawing at my neck as if I was literally on fire. I struggle, trying to free myself from Peter's grasp while the cheering is rapidly overtaken by horrifying snarls.

The snapping and thrashing of teeth. vicious growls rising to an ear-shattering crescendo as--

⚜ The Lost Hunter ⚜

In Singer's house, I snap my head up with a shocked gasp. Clutching sheets and blankets in my hands, I find myself in my bed. For a moment, my body eases, settling with a relieved breath. 

Until I draw back the sheets to find clumps of dirt from the lacrosse field all over the bed "Leave me alone"