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five ; animal blood

[ five ; animal blood ]

" He stood there, admiring her attributes. But she stood here, thinking he was looking elsewhere. "

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"So you killed her?"

"I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up Iike that before."

"Really? I have."

"Yeah me too. You're lucky though, I'd wake up hyperventilating half the time." I recalled the many nights I had that were interrupted with nightmares.

When I got admitted into the institution, they'd have to inject me so I wouldn't wake up the other patients. I wasn't very fond of needles, no matter how many countless times I was put in a situation with one. It was one of the few forms of pain I had truly felt when I'd be awake, and it wasn't pleasant.

Stiles pulled me out of my thoughts making me roll my eyes. "Usually ends a little differently."

I mentally gagged at the idea of Stiles having wet dreams about Lydia. How would that work? With her judging his, um, never mind.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give me that much detail about you in bed again." Scott mirrored the disgust at the idea of Stiles in bed.

"Noted. Let me take a guess here."

"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"No, of course not." There was a pause as Stiles looked into Scott's eyes and realized how awful his lie actually was, "Yeah, that's totally it."

I punched Stiles arm, warning him to stop his thoughts from spilling out of his mouth, "Come on Scott. You've got to give yourself more credit. I think you're doing much better than most people would!"

"You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take." Stiles chimed in, helping me cheer up Scott.

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher."

His best friend frowned, slapping the back of Scott's head, "Who, Derek? You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."

"How real?"

"Like it actually happened."

We pushed open the hallway doors, leaving us astonished at the sight before us. Blood was engulfing the entire rear end of one of the school's yellow buses, and a dented back door hung barely attached onto the vehicle. It was a replica of Scott's dream, except maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe it was reality.

My breathing hitched as I stood next to the two tall boys,

"Um guys, I think it did."

Scott was pacing around the school hallways, panicking. He couldn't have actually killed her. He was supernatural but he wasn't an idiot.