Dripping Blood ⊳ Teen Wolf

01│AN ETERNAL GOODBYE

        Elizabeth Swan, the girl who would risk her life for her friends. The best friend of Lydia Martin, Allison Argent. She was the heart of the pack. The one thing that held together the pack when chaos strikes. Her heart was pure as gold. Her soul as deep as the ocean. Her mind was as wise as the ancient philosophers. All this qualities, gone to waste with a simple ripping of skin, and the lost of blood. The young girl met her death too soon. All it took was a simple mistake, and a horrible exchange of words.

       The warrior princess wanted to change people's lives, and she did without noticing. She was the sister Malia and Scott never had. She was Isaac's friend, the one who noticed the bruises in his body; because she was an observer herself. She even went pass Derek's strong walls. It seemed as if anything was possible for her.

      She wanted to be in law enforcement to protect the ones that couldn't protect themselves. She wanted to make a change in this world. She wanted to help her community, even if it was in the smallest thing. That was the reason why she became a hunter herself, after the unknown killings started. Plus, when you run around with werewolves you need to know how to protect yourself. This was the reason why the became one. Plus, she would need to know how to aim if she wanted to be in law enforcement. She knew that having a bow and arrow, and in some cases a gun, wouldn't stop her from getting killed; but it would decrease the chances of getting killed. Unfortunately  this didn't stopped her from getting killed.

       Elizabeth stood in the middle of the school hallway, looking at her surroundings. If she could have told her friends were she was going, maybe they could had reached her on time. They could have gotten on time to stop the killer from ripping her skin out, from piercing her organs inside her body. It was all a misunderstood of words that caused her to stand here. It was a deadly trap that she had fallen into. 

       The claws came out too fast, too fast for her to see them. It wasn't as if she was a slow , on the contrary; she had better reflexes that her werewolves friends. However, as said before, it only takes a simple mistake.

     As the boy of her same age piercing his claws deeper into her body, he smirked at the fragile girl. "Dying by yourself, pathetic. I actually thought I would enjoy killing you in front of your dearest brother, and sisters. Oh, and I also forgot to mention the face of him when he sees you dead. I presumed that I'm doing him a favor, since he did say that he never loved you enough to be faced by your death. I'm right?" He whispered to her ear, getting his claws deep enough that you could see it pass her back. Elizabeth choked on her own blood. "How sad," He finally said, drawing his claws back with force, trying to make more damage than what it has already been done. Elizabeth fell into the tile floor, with a thump. She faced him, her blood staining the school's floors.

     The boy laughed wickedly at the girl. A growling down the hall broke his staring competition with the almost dead girl. Elizabeth waited till he was close enough to dig an arrow through his shoulder blade. The boy hissed, taking the blade out, throwing it to the floor. He looked at the hissing wound with anger. "How, dare you." He snapped.

    "It has wolfsbane, idiot." Elizabeth said, coughing up blood. The boy was about to snap at her when a shadow appear down the hall. He looked up to see red eyes piercing straight at him, but they soon fell to the girl on the floor. The boy took his chance of distraction to run out of the school before he got killed by the brother of Elizabeth.