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'It's murder on the dance floor, But you'd better not kill the groove'
- Murder on the Dancefloor, Sophie Ellis-Bextor
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"It's not just that she could still be alive" Stiles pleads with his father as me, him and Lydia have all gathered in his office.
"It's that she would've had to fake her death" Lydia states. These two have some crazy idea that Lydia's grandmother has faked her death and is helping the Benefactor.
"Your grandmother, Lorraine Martin, faked her death?" Stilinski questions with a scoff.
"Definitely" Stiles responds.
"Maybe" I correct.
"More than likely, yes" Stiles says as he turns to give me a glare. "What are you even doing here, Smartass?"
"You tell me Stiles" I scoff. "You were the one who showed up at my house and literally dragged me out of bed this morning!"
"Oh, I'm guessing you got a story to back this up?" Stilinski questions, trying to move away from me and Stiles' bickering.
"She might be helping the Benefactor" Lydia shrugs.
"Or is the Benefactor" Stiles suggests.
"That sounds like a story worth hearing" Stilinski says. He opens the door of his office and looks out at all the deputies, "Anybody seen Parrish?" He doesn't get a response, he looks to a deputy sat at his desk in the corner. "Haigh?"
"Haven't seen him" Haigh responds with a shrug. A man covered in soot walks into the station and attacks Haigh, Haigh screams as he falls onto the ground. "Holy. You're dead!"
"Hey! HEY!" Stilinski yells as he points his gun at the soot covered man.
I quickly move forward and pull the man off the officer, the man pushes against me and continues to attack the deputy. "Dude!" I crack my neck as I pull the man off again. This time i am able to hold him.
"But you're dead."
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Turns out that the guy that was covered in soot was the deputy that Stilinski was looking for, Parrish. Me, Lydia, Scott, Parrish and Derek have all gathered in his loft so maybe Derek can find an answer to all of this.
"He covered you in gasoline?" Derek guesses as he stares back at Parrish with confusion. I don't think he's like us because if I was burnt alive I would be dead.
"It's the hair and nails, isn't it?" Lydia questions, already knowing how Derek knew that. "The parts of the body that are essentially dead."
"Well, they should be gone" Derek replies with a shrug.
"I was set on fire!" Parrish reminds us all. "All of me should be gone."
"Not if you're like us" Scott states.
"Like you?" Parrish repeats.
"I don't think he's like us" I admit as I turn away from Parrish and to Scott.
"Then what is he?" Lydia asks.
"Sorry, but I have no idea" Derek shrugs.
"But you knew about Jackson and Kira" Scott pleads with the older man.
"This is a little out of my experience" Derek admits. "There might be something in the bestiary, did you try Argent?"
"I don't know where he is" Scott states.
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Wicked style, Liam Dunbar
FanfictionAtlas didn't understand the true meaning of family until he lost his parents and found his own family in Beacon Hills. Family isn't about blood, family is the people who love you and are willing to do anything to keep you safe. Learning how to love...
