An alternate universe and ending for the summer leading into the students at Beacon Hill's highschool's senior year.
Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, and Kira Yukimura all experience things that no one outside of Beacon Hil...
"16 people dead at the library attack. The attacker is approximately five feet five inches tall, black hair, and dark eyes." The radio blared over my speakers. I looked in my mirror at my hair.
After the first kill, it started to fade at the roots. But after, my whole head turned black. He said I was weak. I'm weak?
Who would've known that inflicting death instead of predicting it could feel that extraordinary. It was an erotic feeling that I cannot get enough of.
Lydia please.
She was still there. Inside my my head, calling out for help. But he was louder. The pain oozing through my veins was louder.
I could feel myself dying. That part of me that was in love with Stiles, cared about school, and the girl who missed her best friend was slowly dying.
Lydia.
His voice had been popping into my head too. His voice was a tangle of darkness and myself, and he was slowly becoming louder. It was like he was the pouring sun from the dark clouds that I couldn't contain any longer. I still could feel his hands all over me, but I only felt that because it caused me pain. Pain that I fed off of.
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Stiles
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She was him. He was her.
"Stiles are you okay?" Scott yelled into me, as I puked my guts out. I could feel the demon inside of me slipping in and out of my body, and tangling itself with Lydia. It wasn't like this was something new. The hinting suspicion of the demon coming back was always in the back of my mind. I knew something was to happen as soon as I knew what the dread doctors arrived.
Dazed and confused is she? He haunted me.
"Go away!" I screamed, not remembering that Scott was standing outside of my bathroom door. I shook with fear.
"What's happening Stiles!" I puked again, but this time, it was black, like werewolf type shit.
"What the fuck..." I whispered wiping the corners of my mouth. I could hear my heart beating through my chest, but it flooded my ears so I could not hear anything else.
"Stiles!" It was her.
It was Lydia.
I heard her voice echoing and crying out for help as I started to sway in and out of consciousness. I lost my balance, and the last awake memory I had was me hitting my head on the bathroom sink, then plummeting to the floor.
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It was a buzz. I heard it twice before. It would always be burned into my memory, like the doctor telling me my mother had gone to sleep for a long time.
But that wasn't the only noise. It was like the background noise to the clicking of heals. But they weren't like heals, more like boot clicks. I slowly sat up, but it looked like everything was glitching.
Then I saw her. She was wearing the same outfit the day she drew me out of becoming void.
"Lydia!" I yelled for her, but she glitched, and showed up twenty feet away from me.
"Help me Stiles I'm stuck." She said, appearing and disappearing, her voice being high and low pitches but it was still her.
Her eyes looked like they've sunken in from lack of sleep. Whenever she would appear closer or further, there was points in between where her hair was stark black.
"Lydia!" I screamed at her, in a booming voice that echoed throughout the entire room.
"Stiles!" She screamed, before she disappeared. She was gone. No glitching, just empty.
"Lydia, where did you go?" I started walking forward, but it seemed like no matter how far I walk forward, the longer it took to reach the end of the massive room.
My pace started to pick up as I started to think. Is it really her? Am I running around here searching for nothing?
I heard crying.
I spun around to see where it was coming from, but I couldn't see her. I peered around a few pillars that were in the room, and sure enough, one masked a strawberry blonde girl.
"Lydia," I said her name as I reached down to touch her. I could feel how cold she was from a few inches away.
"Stiles I'm such a bad person." She cried out into her hands. My hands shook as I started to move her hands from her face.
"No Lydia your not." Her tears burned down her face, almost sizzling because they were warm against her cold skin. Her eyes had very dark circles under them.
"I'm still in my own body that killed all of those people. I'm still in my body that is passed out on my bedroom floor because I slipped and hit my head." I stroked her hair, and pulled her into my chest.
"We will save you Lydia." I said rocking her back and forth. She withdrew from my touch, and looked up at me, her eyes welled up with tears. I put my hands over her cheeks, and she rested her cold hands on top of mine.
