A girl named Victoria's parents died. For a year, she stayed with Noah Stilinski and his son, Stiles Stilinski when she was about five. When she turned six, a woman named Melissa McCall adopted her.
When she was about sixteen, her brother, Scott McC...
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(Victoria's outfit- These are completely useless but pretend y'all like them for my own entertainment.)
"So you killed her?" Stiles asked Scott as we walked into school. Scott had some weird dream about turning while Allison was with him on a school bus and he killed her.
"I don't know." He shrugged, holding the door open for me. "I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."
"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently."
"Stilinski! Gross!" I elbowed him. "Keep some things to yourself!"
"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give me that much information about you in bed again!"
"Noted."
"Hold on Scott, are you saying you have had a dream like Stiles just announced he has?"
"Uhm, I dunno." Lie. I gagged.
"Let me take a guess here." Stiles started.
"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out." Scott cut him off.
"No, of course not!"
"That is exactly what he was thinking, Scottie." I put a hand on my brothers shoulder.
"Hey, c'mon, it's gonna be fine, alright? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take." Yes there is, Derek Hale.
"Yeah, not a class but maybe a teacher." Yes Scott.
"Who, Derek?" Stiles nearly yelled. Scott nodded and Stiles hit the back of his head.
"Stiles, no." I glared at him.
"You forgetting the part where we got him tossed into jail?"
"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."
"How real?"
"Like it actually happened." They opened the door to the car park, stopping in place. One of the doors hit me in the face as I couldn't get past them.
"Stiles mother fucking Stilinski, you not moving caused that door to hit me and if you don't move-" My voice trailed off as he stepped to the side. A school bus was covered in blood, the door bent with slash marks all over it.
"I think it did." Stiles murmured. My jaw dropped.
"Okay, back inside." I grabbed both of their shirts, dragging them through the doors.
"She's probably fine." Stiles tried to reassure him.
"She's not answering my texts, Stiles."
"It could just be a coincidence, alright? A seriously amazing coincidence." My eyes were finding their way to every girl in the corridors, looking for Allison's face.
