Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

00004 ➳ Nightmares

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Evelyn Hall's POV - Afterlife

'Who are you?' 

'Oh me? Well my names Phil, ya'll know the guy ya'll murdered.' I felt my whole body go cold, as my eyes flickered between the growing group of victims.

'I'm sorry,' I chocked, the tears threatening to spill as every victim that had fallen at my hands appeared before me.

'Not yet.' Phil snarled as the space between us began to disperse. 

'N-no no please,' I pleaded falling to my knees.

'Ya'll gunna pay.' And with that his fist came hurtling towards my face that lay shielded by one slim arm.

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Evelyn Hall's POV - 03 / 08 / 2015 : Beacon Hills

I launched upwards my breathing ragged and laboured as I clutched at my gut. I felt the sweat dot my skin, thin layers coating the hairs that stood upright open my arms. I whimpered quietly, squeezing my eyes shut as I ran a rough hand over my face. 

With my breath's coming out in short wheezes I stood, hurriedly heading towards the bathroom where I lean't over the sink. Emptying the continents of my stomach, my eyes watering as I wavered on foot. My hands clasped the sides of the marble basin, knuckles white as I looked at my reflexion. Pale white skin with a light trace of pink tainting my prominent cheek bones. My hair lay matted on my head, eyes blood shot and tired. 

My thin pink lips were pulled together in a tight grimace as I picked up the blades, the irregular light of the moon's rays causing the silver to shine with promise. Licking my lips I brought the scissors to my hair, easing it down as thick clumps of hair slowly swayed, a mental breeze leaving them to spiral downwards as they landed with-in the white sink, covering it in a thick coat of black. I swallowed as more descended, dry lips parted as my warm breath ate at the clear view of my face, coating it in a foggy haze that much resembled my recently awakened mind. 

I ran a hand through my messy mane, my hair short as it clung to my skull in short tuffs. I blinked, my steel grey eyes briefly consumed in red before they faded once more into the eyes of a slightly less broken girl. I exhaled a heavy breath of air, shuffling out of the bathroom after briefly freshening up. I was finally confronted with the matter at hand, I needed to speak with Stiles urgently. 

Grabbing my phone, and hurriedly slipping on a pair of worn jeans and a combat jacket that lay lingering on the floor I hurried down the stairs. 4 : 26 AM? I hope he's awake. I chuckled half-heartedly as I leapt into the Jeep the engine roaring to life as I fought to retain my animatedly awareness. The tiredness threatening to consume my foggy thoughts as I drove at a life threatening speed. Would it be so cliche if I were to crash upon reuniting with my family. Yes it would and it just so happened my life was very cliche because at that precise moment a man stepped into the lane in which I drove. 

I felt as though everything was in slow motion, every vein, cell and muscle in my body was suddenly stuck alight in a fiery fury, agony swept throughout my body as I catapulted forward. A beautiful array of cracks formed before me where the body struck the window with an undoubtful force. I could feel every sense in me hit a point of overdrive as my body was sent into a terminal feeling of chaos. 

I was reeled back to reality as my car swerved to a stop. The sequel of the tires resounding loudly in my ears before echoing loudly in my head. Pain utter pain was all that consumed my body, I cracked my neck slightly, my senses feeling overbearing as I very hurriedly checked my body for any major injures, such as the large shard of glass the currently penetrated my lower abdomen. "Well isn't this just all fun in games," I growled as I swung my door open angrily causing the weakened metal to splinter and tear completely from it's hinges. I huffed growing more agitated when I found there was no body on the road, in fact there was no evidence that I crashed at all. 

I furrowed my eyebrows as I recognised that my wind shield was no longer broken, my door that only minutes ago I had flung in anger remained wielded to the seemingly undamaged car. I touched my wound, seeing as it had healed completely with no traces of blood, and even more importantly no evidence of it's entry through my shirt. "What the f*ck is happening to me." I muttered as I surveyed my surroundings. The ring of coldness rimming my red eyes as I searched  further. The only heart beat in a mile radius was my own and it was beating with an intensity of terror. 

I took a lingering breath, my eyes closing as I rested once more in the interior of the Jeep. Upon opening my eyes I realised that the sun now lay overhead. The jeep lay undisturbed in the midst of the back road, as I too lay undisturbed, only noises of the wildlife surrounded me, comforting me through the slight trauma of previous events.

I heard a slight rumble, a roar of an engine as I took a deep breath, the smell of blood filling my nostrils as a strange sense of nostalgic blood lust filled me. I stepped out slowly my eyes rimmed in red as the man peered curiously from the confined safety of his station wagon.

His southern accent was thick, the familiar drawl causing my eyes to darken even more so. His accent fitting the one in which haunted my nightmares causing every sense in my body to lash out, to kill. "Are ya'll alright?" I slowly took a step from the car as the kind old man's face reformed into my victim's, blood already pooling from his neck as he scowled. 

"Ya'll think ya'll can forget about us!" Phil yelled as I drew closer my eyes now completely lathered in red, blood rimming my lips as I continued to take steps towards him.

"I'll never forget!" I retorted before lunging towards him, my claws braced to make impact when I was flung away, my back colliding with the concrete as I felt every bone in me ache, my surroundings blurring as I struggled to stand.

"I will warn you, Evelyn is in a specifically foul mood today." Russ grumbled as two figures emerged with-in my dazed and unclear eyesight.

"Shud off," I muttered stumbling towards my Jeep where I found three bottles of bourbon. "I'll finish this bottle, and then the next in the hopes of drowning the demon today that has decided to haunt me! Cheers!" I growled tilting my head back to drown the bottle. My eyes felt heavy as Russ gripped my waist hauling me into the car. 

Through my heavy gaze I settled on the dead body that lay in my wake. Gingerly touching my lip I rubbed the smooth substance between my fingers, my eyebrows furrowed in distaste. "I lost control?" 

"Yes, and you drinking-" Russ growled grabbing the half empty bottle and throwing it out the window, much to my protests. "- is not helping." 

"I don't know what happened, I was driving and then there was this person." I blinked squeezing my eyes shut, "There was this person, and then my car was fine and then he was there, and I-" I sighed, resting my head against the rattling window panes. "And then it was like I woke up." I rubbed my forehead in the hopes of relinquishing this painfully headache that I had developed. "It was like I was in a state of night terrors, I couldn't tell the difference- i-it was all so real. Like it was actually happening." I muttered as my hands shook relentlessly whilst fidgeting with my loosely fitting jacket. 

"And maybe it was," Russ said thoughtfully as he continued onwards, my mind felt foggy I couldn't think properly, I couldn't even function properly, my breathing was off, even my heart beat had an unsteady upbeat sound. I had been thrown off by the nightmares, it felt as though I was having a panic attack, as though I couldn't breath but all I had do was allow that water in, all I had to do was breath but I couldn't. I struggled to stay alive, to fight for my survival but all it really was doing was prolonging the immediate danger, almost like a distraction.