CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CONTRACT
Two days have passed since the incident. Two days since the fall formal had occurred, two days since Stiles had somewhat confessed to Autumn, two days since the supposedly dead mountain lion (disguised in the form of an average mid thirty year old) and two days since the three girls had been hospitalized for their somewhat serious injuries. Even then, the night felt like something that their minds had created to divert their attention from a more serious issue that had occured. It felt like something that came from a nightmare.
Lydia Martin was bitten, there was no doubt about that. The marks were prominently tinted a salmon pink, swollen still from the anaesthetics they must have given her when she was coming in and out of cardiac arrest. The most common thought would've been whether or not she was dead. Leo had come to the hospital each day since the accident so he got a strong smell of death whenever he entered to drop off the flowers which ther sister continued to give to him.
They're rumoured to carry healing properties if the pollen was to be inhaled. A chemical that she had injected into the soil which the plants had been nurted in would induce the secretion of another chemical in the body which would increase the rate of repairs that the current body cells were undergoing. However, only half of what she was saying to him about the flowers made sense to her. The rest was a complete blur.
In fact, Leo believes that the flowers were what had caused Lydia to wake up, inspecting her surroundings slowly before closing her eyes again. Typical. Roman has yet to wake up.
That was what was currently running through the mind of Isaac Lahey, clad in a grey hoodie and blue jeans. His trainers, stained in mud and dirt were the least of his worries as he continued to work on the newest edition to th graveyard. The body was said to have been burned in third degrees scabs. An autopsy was performed but the results didn't seem to bring up anything unusual. Another body that they had received two weeks ago, a woman whose body had been dissected in one clean slice, was found at the bottom of a body bag, left at the side of an empty space.
Isaac knew his father would say something. He always said something. So he dug a grave for the woman. In replacement of the gravestone, he placed a bouquet of flowers as a sign of respect. It was all he could do really.
But he hated feeling useless.
He was dreading the time it would take until it would be her body being buried six feet under in a coffin if they decide to. The last time he came to visit, there had been no sign of improvement. The monitor gave a slow and long duration in between in each pulse which the doctor says is better than before, but it's all an act. He knows that she'll give in anytime soon, which he is trying so hard to fight off.
He knew she wasn't ordinary. He could sense that when she screamed at him to run away. But of course he didn't. Or else he wouldn't have been able to see her fight off the man with fangs that expanded to an infinite amount and crimson eyes that gave too much of an insight as to the amount of victims he had left behind as a result of gaining his power.
He knew that someone like her wouldn't become victim to such a measly wound like that. He chuckles dryly, the winter air creating a white puff of smoke that escaped through his teeth. The wound he saw...... to begin with, there was no evidence of any wound. The wound that had ripped through her dress and tainted her bodily skin had disappeared, leaving no trace of her injury to begin with. The machine would at times stutter with that ear drone of a beep, appearing sometimes and usually not appearing at all. That was definitely worrying.
