Wounded Heart

Chapter 20

"What the hell do you mean it's Kira. That's not possible, she's-" Scott ranted as he threw his arms up.

"She's not dead," Allison interrupted the flustered Scott. "And we always known that." Scott looked into Allison's eyes and sighed.

"What do we do?" Scott asked, concern filling his eyes. "We don't have much to go off of."

"I don't know," Allison said in frustration. "Ugh, I hate this!" Allison huffed. She then turned and kicked a stool, making a piece of the wooden stool fly out. Scott walked over to her and grabbed her hand, grabbing her attention. He squeezed it tight, and nodded his head once. This was his way of reassuring her. Allison smiled a tiny half smile as she looked away.

"We'll let me tell you something," Stiles interrupted the silence. "We don't just have to protect ourselves anymore, we have our kids to protect." Everyone's head snapped up, staring at a surprised Stiles. "What?" He questioned. Lydia stood on her feet and looked at Stiles, eyes wide. "What?" Stiles asked again, getting more confused by the second.

"Nothing," Scott said as he shook his head and looked at Lydia and Allison. Just then Melony ran back into the room, with a photo album in hand.

"This is her, right!?" Melony exclaimed as she threw the album on the bed and pointed at a picture of Kira laughing with the whole crew, except Allison since she was gone then.

"Baby, how do you know her?" Lydia said in urgency, her eyes growing with concern. Melony fidgeted with her hands before she ran back out of the room. "Melony!" Lydia shouted after her as she went after her.

"I'll talk to her," Stiles said as he grabbed Lydia from the shoulders, making her stop. Lydia looked up at Stiles, searching his eyes. She wasn't sure for what, but she felt it anyways. The warmth growing in her, the genuine affection his eyes carved into hers. Lydia smiled and nodded her head. Stiles jogged across the other half of the room, about to open the door when a clumsy Melony came in with a box of her own.

"Whoa," Stiles said as he stepped back, his hand in the air. "What is that?"

"Look at this," Melony said as she threw the kid and pulled out a sketch. Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Stiles drew nearer and Lydia gasped. "I swear I have never met her before, but I dreamt of her one day and I sketched her. I didn't want to tell it because it was near the anniversary of my dads death and I didn't want to worry you more. But when I saw her outside, mom I knew it she was the one in my dreams." Melony quickly tried to explain.

"Why didn't you-" Lydia began to ask as she looked at all the sketches of Kira in different perspectives.

"You aren't getting it," Melony interrupted, "Mom in my dreams she wasn't coming after anyone of you directly anymore, she was coming after your greatest joy." Melony said as her hands began to tremble and her eyes start to water. "She's going to make you choose, and in every situation I've dreamt of, one of you will lose." Melony said as she cleared her throat.

"What are you talking about?" Allison said in a deadly tone, stepping towards Melony until she was face to face with the blue eyed girl. Melony tightened her jaw and wiped away the tears that escaped her eyes that now burned with fury and guilt.

"It's either me," Melony said, her eyes starting to turn soft, "or its Damon. There is no choice." Allison stood up and took a step back, her eyes starting to form tears.

"No," she whispered under her breath. "That's not true. That can't be true." Allison started to say hysterically as she hugged Scott and he just looked ahead, his face like stone with no emotion. Lydia walked to me Melony and hugged her tight, not knowing what else to do. Melony however pushed back and got out of her grip.

"I'm not done." She said, her voice hard. "In my dreams, it's-it's always Damon. He always risks his life for me. Damon is the one that dies no matter how hard I try." Melony almost rants.

"Stop." Scott's voice said in no emotion as he looked forward still, looking at no one.

"I'm just trying to give you as much information I can. Uncle Scott, I'm sorry. I really am but the fact is that it's always him."

"Stop." Scott said again quietly, his jaw starting to tighten.

"It's like she wants him to die because even though she goes after us both, the attacks are mainly on him. It's Damon. She doesn't mind if she takes me, but she wants Damon."

"Stop!" Scott growled, sending Melony to scurry off to the door, but to be caught by Stiles.

"Scott!" Stiles shouted, his eyes hardening.

"I'm sorry," Scott said as he finally let a tear out but quickly wiped it away. "I'm sorry Melony." Scott said as he cleared his throat and looked at her. She smiled a small smile. Just then Damon walked in and walked to his parents. Allison looked down at him and just hugged him.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked, looking at his dad. Scott smiled and grabbed him by his shoulder lightly.

"I think it's time for you to know the truth." Scott said as Allison stood up. "The whole truth because his is a whole other level. You are now part of this, so it's better you know what's going on."

"One more thing uncle Scott." Melony's voice rang. "She's been watching us, she knows where are, where we hang out, where we go to school, she knows it all."

"Scott, what's the plan?" Stiles asked.

"The plan is to inform Damon about everything," Scott said, his voice taking the leadership tone back.

"And then?" Lydia asked as she walked to Stiles, who was holding Melony by the hand, and stood next to him.

"We'll get to her before she gets to us. Doesn't matter how, but she won't hurt this family again. We are going to find her and we are going to get her and make sure she can never come after us again." Scott said as he grabbed Allison by the waist and Damon on the shoulder.