Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)

Its Okay

{It's Okay}

"STOP IT, STOP IT!" Laurel screamed over and over despite what Isaac saidin attempt to calm his little sister

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Shrieked as loud as she possible could.

"Laurel calm down!" Isaac yelled back over her loud sobs.

Laurel had her eyes shut tight and she shook her head, hands over her ears as she cried out louder.

"What is going on, Laurel?!" He tried to ask her,

"MAKE THEM STOP!" she yelled, dragging the last word in a dreadful sob, only ending when she ran out of breath and had to begin a new scream.

Tears streamed from his eyes as he buried his face on the top of her head and held her in his arms. She was curled up in his lap against his shirt, now wet with her tears, and his nose too stuffed up to breathe out of. He lifted his head and let out a howl in desperate need of help.

"YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!" She screamed which made her brother cry harder as he thought all hope was lost.

"Isaac?!" A voice shouted,

"LAUREL?!" Stiles' louder one boomed.

"Shut it," Scott growled as they walked down the hall,

"NO NO STOP! STOP IT, STOP IT, NO!" She screamed loud.

It was hard to tell why her voice wasn't hoarse and now a simple dry, soundless effort.

"Laurel!" Stiles worriedly let out and put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.

"Isaac...." Scott began,

Laurel screamed.

"Not now," Isaac said over the sobbing

Another scream.

"Isaac! Your shirt!" Scott shouted at the crying Isaac, who looked at his shirt now red with blood.

Stiles had also been looking and he pulled the girls head from his chest.

Her eyes were almost oozing bright red blood, the smell of metal mixed with salt of tears, and her ears also had blood coming from them, cloaking her hands.

"Oh my g-," Stiles stood up and paced, running his hands through his hair.

"Laurel, look at me." Scott instructed,

"NO! I CAN'T! MAKE IT STOP!" She screamed,

"I will make it stop, but I need your help. Let go of your ears and open your eyes!"he directed.

She did.

The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, the irises a different sort of dark red, a scary color, dripping the blood that was on her face.

Her ears had blood slowly dripping out, and they all heard it. A specific drum beat providing a background for a frightening voice, a language unknown, a voice steady, shouting a phrase repeatedly.

Stiles looked away and covered his face with his hands as he shook with sobs.

"Get Derek and Paul." Scott told Isaac.

Isaac sat there staring at his sister with shaky breathing and a stream of tears with an unbroken trail.

"Isaac!"

He didn't move.

Scott ran from the room in attempt to save Laurel from this... Thing.

While in the room, Laurel stared straight making no noise, no movement. Stiles sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap, holding up her back and head like you would an infant. She stared into his eyes, hers unblinking.

Stiles closed his eyes and leaned over her as tears dropped from his chin and nose onto her bloods soaked shirt.

Something was going on, something seriously bad.