ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʀꜱ
ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ
ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴ'.
in which the sarcastic and emotional girl falls for the true alpha and everyone realizes it but them.
"i vant to suck your blood."
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓
Stiles and I stayed at the loft, hoping Scott and Derek would show soon. I was sitting on the couch, Stiles by my side, who knows where Peter wandered off to. Stiles was trying to calm me down, even though I knew he was struggling to stay calm as well.
We waited, and waited, and waited, at least until Stiles received a call from Lydia. She found a dead body at the swimming pool, and all I could think is that I really hope it wasn't done by Boyd or the girl, I know Scott and Derek would feel horrible if it was.
Stiles sped to the swimming pool to make sure Lydia was alright, as I sat in passenger.
We got out of the Jeep quickly and ran towards her, my hand flew to my mouth at the sight of a dead lifeguard, blood dripping down his arm.
"Lydia! Lydia? Lydia, are you okay?" Stiles rushes out.
"I'm okay. That, over there...? Not okay." She replies shakily.
"Alright. I-I'm gonna call the cops." I state, horrified.
"I already called 911." Lydia informs me, Stiles looking at her incredulously.
"You called the police before you called me?" He asks unbelievably.
"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" She questions him confusedly.
"YES!" He exclaims.
Moments after, Stiles calls Scott, and he thankfully answered.
"Yep. Throat ripped out, blood everywhere—it's like the frickin' Shining over here! If two little twin girls come out of the woods and start asking me to play with them forever and ever. I'm not gonna be surprised..." I stifle a laugh as Stiles babbled on.
"Make sure it was them? Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?" He asks.
At his words, I walk closer the poor dead man. It doesn't look like his throat was ripped out, it's way too clean of a cut to be from a werewolf, but I could be wrong.
The police had finally arrived, and I was stood somewhat behind Sheriff Stilinski while they wheeled the lifeguard into the ambulance.
I notice a familiar vehicle approaching the scene, as they stop in the road.
I quickly made my way to the vehicle, opening the back door and getting inside, Scott looks at me with wide eyes as Argent immediately points a gun at the intruder, he however put it down as soon as he recognized me.
