"Maybe it was my blood on the door..." Scott wonders aloud as Stacy and Stiles slide into seats next to him in chemistry.
Stacy shrugged. Scott had a dream last night that he murdered Allison on a school bus. The next morning, one of the district's school buses was indeed covered in blood. Scott freaked out for two hours that he murdered the love of his life before he found Allison alive and well.
However, realizing that it wasn't Allison's blood, the trio was left to ponder whose it was.
"Could have been animal blood," Stiles offered. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something?"
"And did what?" Scott asked.
"...Ate it...?" Stacy grinned. Scott was a dumb blonde, and Stacy could say that because she was blonde.
"Raw?!" Scott whisper-yells, horrified.
"Well, of course not!" Stacy rolled her eyes. "You had to skin it first, then season it, then stuff it with lemons and rosemary..."
"...And bake it in a little werewolf oven!" Stiles scoffed. "We don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."
"Mr. Stilinski," Mr. Harris's evil voice cut across the room. "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while."
Stiles's face turns a slight shade of pink as Scott and Stacy fight off grins.
"I think you three would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No!" The trio blurted out. Mr. Harris rolled his eyes and merely pointed, gesturing for the group to break off. Grumbling, Stacy slid into a spot by Danny as Stiles moved to the table behind her.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much," Harris scoffs, moving on with the lesson.
"Hey!" A girl, Harley, shouts. "I think they found something!"
The students were all on their feet in an instant, crowding around the windows. Stacy shoved her way to Stiles and Scott, gasping at the sight of a man covered in blood, writhing on a stretcher. The paramedics attempted to hold the delirious man down in order to carry him off to the ambulance.
"Okay," Stiles sighs. "This is good. This is good! He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."
"But... I did that," Scott mumbles, feeling very guilty.
"We don't know for sure," Stacy reassures her friend, patting his shoulder gently. "We still have to get more answers first."
***
"But dreams aren't memories," Stiles claims as the trio plopped down at an open lunch table.
"Then it wasn't a dream," Scott groans, feeling more anxious by the second.
"What if it was the alpha?" Stacy asks. The two boys look at her, unsure where she's going with that claim. "Like, maybe you have a link to him because you're a part of his pack and you experience things that he actually carries out."
Scott and Stiles gazed at her, still confused. Stacy rolled her eyes and continued, explaining, "What if the alpha was on the bus and did the... maiming... and you had a dream about it because of your connection to him?"
"Well, why would he want to show me that?" Scott asks.
"You think I know?"
Scott rolled his eyes at Stacy's attitude, continuing. "Well, something happened last night, and I need to find out what."
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Speak Now ~ Teen Wolf
Fanfiction"You really have no idea how powerful you are, do you?" Stacy Ledger only has a few goals in her teenage life: get good grades, have fun with her friends, and try to actually enjoy her high school years. The simple life that she is used to living, h...
