Outcasts [Book 1]

Twenty Four

Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith

Is when it's tested again and again everyday.

I'm still comparing your past to my future.

It might be your wound but they're my sutures.

- Immortals, Fall Out Boy

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The ride there is silent, besides the shitty pop music playing loudly to fill the void where conversation should go. Lydia sits between Kira and Allison, Scott sits on Isaac's lap so he doesn't have to sit next to Jackson.

As they near the dance, the music comes to a stop. Scott goes over the plan with everyone again. "Plan C, we sacrifice Jackson to save Stiles." Malia suggests, making everyone nod in agreement. Jackson protests but no one listens.

Lydia glances out the black tinted windows. The school has red and white streamers hanging from the roof and balloons the same color lining the doorways. Lights have been placed on the pavement leading up to the entrance.

Even the vines growing on the side have been trimmed to look neat and decorative. Every part of the school is lit up in some way, either with lights or with the moonlight. She watches students walk inside happily, unknowing and carefree.

The same students she saw in her dream. Allison gets out first with Lydia following. Lydia pulls the string attached to her mask, making sure theres no voices that come with it before putting it on.

She shares a glance with Scott and this time he doesn't look as scared as he did at detention. Scott calms her with a single look. It must be an alpha thing. Whatever it is, she's glad for it, 'cause it gives her the confidence to saunter into the dance with her head held high.

The gym is now covered in balloons and streamers. Teenagers and adults fill the room to the brim, each of them wearing thousand dollar clothes. Lydia scans the room, seeing Danny dancing with a tall red head guy. She grins.

The one person she doesn't see is Stiles. Lydia glances around about twenty times, but can't seem to see his messy hair she loves to run her fingers through. Lydia walks into the sea of people, getting greeted by a few people she knows, and some she forgot.

She finds the punch bowl easily. Lydia's learned to never drink the punch at different social events, as normally their spiked with everything and anything you could think of. One sniff of her glass confirms her suspicions.

Lydia downs the fruity, light pink drink in one gulp. She is not doing plan B sober. Three cups later, Lydia's dancing with a random guy. He's about her age, maybe in his first year of college. Blonde, muscly, tan, and blue eyed.

He would've been her exact type if an awkward golden eyed boy hadn't walked into her life a while ago. It stays in middle school rules, his hands on her waist and hers on his broad shoulders. As the song changes, Lydia looks over the guys shoulder to scan the dance again.

Black smoke appears in three places, marking where the Oni are. He's here. Her heartbeat picks up speed. She's still yet to see him, but she can tell he's here. It already smells more like rotting flesh and dropped a hundred degrees since he entered the room.

Theres a smacking sound and the guy falls to the floor, revealing Void. Void had knocked him out with only his back hand, and was now wiping the blood off his pale knuckles. He's wearing a tux, the nice kind that people save for their weddings.

It's ironed and as black as his eyes. Not one crease is there. His skin isn't as pale as it used to be, now regaining its color a little bit, and his lips have returned to their usual pink. People, mostly girls, are starting to notice him.

Even she has to admit that he looks good, but that's just because the body he's possessing is sexy as hell. Void glances down at the body on the floor. "I've always had a thing for blondes, too." He comments tightly.

He smiles like a hungry vulture, showing his pearly white teeth that look razor sharp. Void holds out his hand in a 'dance with me' motion. She glances at his wiggling fingers. "I'd rather not." Theres an edge to her tone, the type of edge 15 year old Lydia would use to insult people.

Void merely shrugs. It scares her how even when he shrugs he looks like he's made like a machine, every part of him moving sharply and quickly. Its not humanlike at all.

"Fine, who should I kill first then?" Stiles glances around, finding Scott dancing with Allison, "Eenie, meanie, miney mo, catch an alpha by the toe..." He trails off, and maybe he's a little surprised when she makes no movement.

Scott can take care of himself, and if he can't, he has an army of people willing to protect him, herself included. Void steps closer to her. "If he hollers, slit his throat." He continues. She reluctantly does as she's told.

Lydia takes his hand. He's quick to pull her flush against him by the waist, his other hand curling a strand of her hair possessively.

Lydia blocks out the scent of death and tries to focus on the task at hand. "Where is everyone?" Void asks, referring to the pack. He sounds unimpressed and about as carefree as the other people here that don't know whats going on.

Void has seemed to have forgotten that they defeated him once, and they can, and will, defeat him again. "Aren't they trying to kill me?" He tilts his head like he doesn't know the answer. "Maybe we're not here to kill you." Lydia responds.

Void cocks an eyebrow at her, letting the strand of hair go to rest his hand on her hip. She could try to move, but theres really no point. His grip is so strong she knows that there will probably be marks there tomorrow.

"If we wanted to kill you, you'd be dead." Lydia says. She does not let her voice crack or raise, staying confident in front of something terrifying is one of her best skills. Void chuckles. It's a dark, low sound that makes her want to double over and puke.

"I forgot about that pretty little mouth of yours," His eyes fall to her lips, "It could be used for better things."

Troublesome Stiles, who's buried somewhere in the darkest corner of his mind, narrows his eyes. Don't fucking touch her, I swear I'll rip your head off. Void pays no attention to the lovesick boy he's holding captive.

Lydia has the need to glare at him but resists. She keeps a straight face, not letting him know that he's affecting her at all. Where is Isaac anyways? They've been dancing for five minutes, he's had plenty of time to inject him.

"He wanted to take you to this," Void starts to explain, "Wanted to dance with you and look into your eyes all puppy-like. He's weak. But why not give a dying boy his wish." Void leans in closer so his lips are brushing against her ear.

"He's dying, Lydia. You know that, don't you?"

Void turns half of his body around and smacks an incoming Isaac to the ground without even blinking. Isaac growls but passes out, the shot lying in his limp hand. Void turns his attention back to the banshee. "You think you can kill me?"

"I'm a thousand years old. You can't kill me." He hisses at her angrily. A few people glance at them but don't say anything, everyone already a little tipsy despite half of the people here being under twenty-one.

Lydia mentally groans. She really didn't want to go to plan B.