STRONGER ☉ S. STILINSKI [ 4 ]

Eleven ~ Bleachers

Once again Brianna was consumed by a particular feeling. It wasn't one she enjoyed. So much so that she didn't like to think about it. The feeling was one that two too many people in the pack knew very well. The feeling of being possessed.

Step by step Brianna neared the first floor of the loft. The reason she had woken up wasn't because she'd heard the alarm but because she had the overwhelming urge to do so. Despite Derek and Braeden advising her to stay back, Brianna continued to make her way towards the sliding doors of the loft. Stood outside was a dripping wet Lydia who seemed to be in the same trance as Brianna.

"Lydia? Brianna?" Derek voiced his and his newest girlfriends confusion. "What's going on?"

Two steps were taken by Brianna so she was stood next to Lydia, facing the same way. In sync they both opened their mouths an let out an ear piercing scream. Like a real scream. As if they were both banshees that had sensed the biggest amount of deaths since World War Two. But in matter of fact, Lydia had sensed a death and Brianna had connected to her.

That's why as soon as the scream was over Brianna fell to the ground from all that it had took out of her. Being a banshee, if only for a few minutes, had taken a lot out of Brianna. As always though, Derek was there to catch her. He didn't need superhuman reflexes to make sure her head never touched the ground.

The next day Brianna woke up on the sofa downstairs. Derek had laid her down there so if she moved even the slightest bit, he'd know about it. Plus it was easier for him to serve her breakfast as a thank you. Why is he thanking her? Because even if she was somewhat possessed she warned him about a death. That's all anybody in the pack could ask for, just a little more time.

Brianna was mostly silent as she got ready for school. She was deadly silent as she walked down the hallways. Her eyes were transfixed on her desk during her first class. The only the reason she finally did pay attention to one her surroundings was because of Malia hissing her name in pride.

"What?" Brianna sighed, glancing at the girl who'd turned around to face her.

"Look." She grinned, waving her test paper. "I passed."

Brianna rose an eyebrow as she mused, "C minus. Congrats."

"Lydia's notes are great when they're not written in code, and yours are amazing too."

Unfortunately the gloating didn't last long when coach placed another test paper on Malia's desk. From the angle Malia was sitting at Brianna was able to notice the big red F in the corner. Ooo, that's gotta sting. "Disappointed, Malia. Profoundly disappointed." Coach mused.

Lydia and Brianna nodded to each other before leaning towards their friend, "We'll send you our notes." They chorused to Malia.

With a cleared throat, Brianna began to jot down what coach had wrote on the board. If anything it would take her mind off the antics of the night before. Wether it was just the supernatural connection between Brianna and Lydia or not the feeling of being possessed was not one Brianna wanted to relive. She thought after saying her peace with the dead that the bad feelings and memories of the Nogitsune would be gone. But it looked like she was wrong.

In shock, Brianna's mouth hung open and her pen dropped out of her hand. The blonde stared at the board as if she was in a trance once again. Written on the board was the net worth of some of the worlds richest men ... in a layout exactly like the dead pool. I can't go through this again. I want this to be over. Let this be over. Please, please, please.

Gently, Kira leaned over from her seat behind Lydia, and placed her hand on top of Brianna's. "It's over. The computers are off. No more assassins. No more murders. No one's dying." Kira assured the blonde.