/•/Eyes wide open /•/ -Stiles (B1)

◀❇Dreaming-State❇▶

 [ Saturday 22nd, 11:05 pm ]

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Dream- A series of thoughts, images, and sensations, occurring in a person's mind during sleep.-

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After her traumatic experience Luna McCall slipped into the sweet sensation of unconsciousness, being Isolated from the world and it's problems, and cast into a more beautiful place.

Or so It should have been...

Trapped in her own state of mind, here she is, lying almost lifeless like on the cold hard exterior of the dusty floors of an abandoned building. Soft muffled grunts leave her slightly parted dry lips, as her body starts moving lightly. Her light brown eyes flutter open with nothing more than share calmness and peace. It takes them only a second before they change back into their normal worried and confused orbs.

In fright she pushes herself of the dirty floor landing on her bum, her hands instantly shoots up to her heart, feeling the unsteady beating of her it. Her wide eyes snap around to every corner of the building, taking in it's broken features. ''Where am I?'' She whispers to herself in fright and confusion.

''You didn't come alone,'' A deep gloom voice says, making a terrified shriek escape her lips. She bursts up to her feet, spinning around to be met with the owner of that voice, but she was met with no one. ''Hello? Who is it?'' She calls out, but is met with no answer. ''I heard you, I-I know your here, so show yourself!'' She yells again still making slight spins around, just incase he planned on attacking from a blind side.

''This is Isaac,'' A familiar voice calmly says. Her eyes widen and her breath hitches in her throat. ''Sc-Scott?'' She chokes out. ''Scott!?'' She yells out even louder. ''I wasn't talking about him,'' The other voice says again.

And just like that the vision of a wolf man walking out to her takes over her eyes. ''You knew I would do this, Derek don't, You can't do this without anyone  getting hurt or without someone else dying,'' Her brother's voice rips though the air again. Her eyes keep frantically looking around the room but she can't find a trace of him. ''Only him, just him,'' Derek snarls confidently as his finger points out, stopping in front of Luna's face.

''Huh?'' She gasps wide eyed, she looks at his hand and she realizes it's not pointing at her, but it's pointed past her. Her body twists backwards and the view of a man standing in an escalator with a cane is seen. ''Just me?'' He questions back almost amused. ''Now how does a blind man find himself in a place like this all on his own?'' He asks spreading his arms.

''Blind man..?'' Luna repeats, the wheels in her head starts spinning with realization, and then it hit her. ''Deucalion,'' She gasps covering her mouth with her hand, as a shaky breathe leave her lips. The sound of scratching, and falling objects makes her head jerk to the side, only to see a woman sliding down a concrete post, with her long nails digging into it.

Then the growl of another hugely build man catches her ear and eyes as he makes his way forward. Right before the grand entrance of two known people to her. They both flip down from a higher platform firmly onto the floor at the bottom. ''Ethan, Aiden,'' She scoffs already irritated with their presence.

And as they all start moving in closer is when the whole scene is unfolded before her. There stood her brother in the middle of it all, with Isaac at his side. There behind Derek stood the two werewolves from the night at the vault. Then there was the four vicious looking werewolves, all of their eyes glowing red, all of them Alpha's.

Just like that a loud growl is heard right before Derek bursts into a sprint in the direction of Deucalion, only to be stopped by the woman flying through the air right before she attacks him to the floor.