Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

14

"Due to inclement weather the meet today was canceled," Coach told us. There were mixed cheers in response, happy that we didn't have to run but annoyed that we had driven all this way. "We're staying at a motel overnight before we drive back tomorrow."

The bus pulled off at the next exit and we stopped at a sketchy looking motel. "If this place has bugs I'm going to throw up," I whispered to Isaac. I had barely spoken since we had gotten back on the bus and he looked relieved that I was making jokes again. "Room with me?" I asked.

Coach blew his whistle right in my face, making me flinch. "Rooms are single sex, Bates," he snapped. He then turned to the rest of the bus. "I'm not going to tolerate any of that hanky panky." I rolled my eyes and followed the rest of the students off the bus.

"You can room with us," Allison said, tapping me on the shoulder.

"Please do," Lydia added, nodding. "This place seriously gives me the creeps."

I shrugged. "Alright." I turned back to Isaac. "Don't get eaten by giant roaches." We waited while Coach checked us in and distributed keys and then we headed up to the room.

"I'm going to hop in the shower," Allison told us.

"You aren't afraid the water is going to come out black or something?" I asked jokingly.

She made a face. "I wasn't until you said that."

"It's getting a little hard to breathe in here. I'm going to take a quick walk, I need some air," I told them.

"Be careful," Lydia said, sounding entirely too serious for my tastes. I nodded and went out the door tucking my key into my pocket. I saw Stiles carrying a large handful of snacks, and waved at him. He just shook a bag of chips before heading up the stairs. I laughed quietly, that kid never failed to make me smile.

I headed around the back of the building that bordered the trees. Despite Lydia's misgivings about the place and my own joking comments, I didn't actually mind the old place that much. Sure, it was a little gross but I had stayed at worst places in my day. As I turned the corner, a massive bat flew at my face scaring me enough to make me scream. After I realized what it had been, I sighed. I was just frazzled enough not to continue my walk and so I turned back to the hotel. It was getting a little chilly out too.

I reached into my pocket for my key but realized it was missing. I groaned and banged on the door. "Allison, Lydia, let me in!" The door opened and I stepped inside only to realize no one had actually opened the door for me. "Are you guys here?" I called. There wasn't a response and I shrugged, one of them must have forgotten to push the door all the way to when they left. I sat down on the bed and realized how utterly exhausted I had gotten. All the crying and worrying sure did take a lot out of a girl. Not to mention the sprained wrist and the bruises from the alpha fight. I lay back and stared at the ceiling. It looked familiar for some reason. Then I remembered why I felt this odd sense of déjà vu.

When Brooke had died the police had ruled it a double suicide, though they never found a cause of death. When I was informed the first thing I did was run, I was too scared of what the consequences would be. I knew the Council would be looking for me, they had been for years, they hated the thought of a supernatural trying to integrate into society and they would hate it even more when they found out one of us had killed a human. Not that I knew Brooke had killed the kid at first, it took me a few days to realize it. The exhaustion she always felt, the way his eyes always looked a little more sunken everyday, I put it together piece by piece. I'd never heard of a succubus killing a human. And the ones I'd seen die had been killed in fires and automobile crashes.

I drove until I ran out of gas and then I camped out in a dirty motel, much like this one, for two weeks. It was the worst time of my life. I had been so alone and so confused. The only family member I had left was Kayla, who thought Broke and I were worth less than dirt after we'd run off to live with the humans in America almost a century prior. There was no one else to call. So instead I slept. For days and days I refused to move, I refused to eat. I reached the point where my veins were so dark they looked like strands of licorice under my skin.