Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

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APOV

When I finally left the kitchen, everyone was gone. Derek was sitting on the bed. "Did they tell you too?" I asked.

"That my number's up? Yeah." He sighed. "With everything that's been happening to me, I knew it was coming."

"Just because a banshee predicted your death, doesn't mean it's going to happen. Lydia's predictions have helped us save people in the past. Notably Kira."

"We still don't know what Kate did, we have no way to reverse it. For the time being I'm human, but is this the end? Is this going to kill me?"

"We can't lose hope." My phone rang and I groaned. "Malia, what is it?"

"Um, I was just wondering if you were going to the bonfire tonight?" She asked.

"I wasn't planning on it," I said. "I don't really feel up to it."

"Yeah, that makes sense," she paused. "Are you sure getting out wouldn't make you feel better? Stiles says you like parties."

"I do." I ran my fingers through my hair. "Maybe you're right. It could be good for me."

"Awesome! Get dressed and pick me up in an hour, okay?"

"See you then," I hung up. Derek gave me a curious look. "I just got a pity invite to the bonfire. But I'm not going to turn down an opportunity to get drunk after today."

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"Aren't you glad you're here?" Malia asked. She had to shout to be heard over the music.

"Sure beats moping in the loft," I said. She handed me her flask and I took a big gulp. "You know you can't get drunk, right?"

Malia shrugged. "I can try."

"Try a little less," I said. "That flask only holds so much vodka, and I need it more than you."

She laughed and gave me the flask. "You're right, keep it." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the card. "The only thing that gets your mind off your problems, better than drinking, is dancing!"

"I'm not sure you've had a lot of experience with that," I said.

"Let's test my theory!"

We danced until my feet hurt. I had decided that Malia was right. Dancing and drinking were the two best things that I could be doing right now. I was feeling pretty okay. "I should warn you, Peter's a complete asshole," I told her.

"I've figured that out," she said. "But he's going to help me find my mom. So, I'm going to put up with him."

"I'm sorry for not telling you about your dad," I said. "We were-"

She put her hand over my mouth. "Oh come on, it's not like we were best friends. I don't care." Then threw her arms around my neck. "But now we're practically family. So we have to get along."

Malia let go of me and stumbled. I pulled her back to my feet, feeling a little light headed myself. "Are you drunk?" I asked her.

She giggled. "I think so."

"That's impossible." I looked around and found Scott supporting Liam. "Come here, we're going to sit down."

"I don't wanna sit down! I thought we were having fun?"

I led Malia over to Scott. "What's happening to them?"

Scott shook his head. "Were you two drinking out of the same flask?" I nodded. "But you feel fine?"

"Tipsy, but fine."

"How much has Liam had to drink?" Scott asked Mason.

"Not enough to get him like this."