Bloodlines

Part 7

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You'll never know the freakshow sitting next to you

Looking in a mirror had never been an odd thing. In fact it was almost like breathing, you forget you do it sometimes, if there is a mirror, you looked into it.

Lydia had nearly ruined it for you, telling you of all the phantom things she'd seen or experienced due to the things, and you couldn't help but glance over your shoulder when looking at your reflection to make sure nothing else was there from time to time.

It was a gut feeling, something that just made your skin crawl, almost like a magnet leading your eyes away from looking into your own for just a brief moment.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and the silence seemed heavier, like it was pressing down on you with an unseen force.

Flicking your eyes back to meet your own in the reflection, you startled into a frozen state of shock, your eyes going wide in realization.

It had only been for a second, and it could have just been the lighting, but more often than not, things in this town were more than just what meets the eye.

And the fact that you could have sworn your eyes flickered a bright golden color for a split second was enough to make you do a double take, not daring to glance away, afraid that it had actually happened, and would happen again as soon as you looked away.

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

Sitting on the couch in the loft between Stiles and Scott, the cushions once again conspiring against you and making your friends squeeze into you, you felt a sense of peace for the first time in a long time.

Across from you sat Chris, next to him Derek, then Peter, the rest of the pack filtering in as the discussion continued, and you couldn't help but smile.

Looking around the loft at the ragtag group of hunters and supernaturals that surrounded you, you never would have thought you would be here, but you were so glad somehow you had.

You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?"

Stiles eyed you with a raised eyebrow. "I know that smile. It's the creepy one."

"This is my real smile, Stiles," you chuckled.

"Exactly." He let out a little yelp when you lightly swatted his chest. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

You just smiled wider. "Thank you."

His head cocked slightly to the side. "For what?"

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, letting the cushions win. "Staying by my side."

His head straightened, and his eyebrow lowered, a genuine smile climbing up his face to replace them. "Of course! I wouldn't have it any other way. Don't be ridiculous."

But after all I've said

It started off as a gnawing pain in your abdomen, and only grew as the sun got lower in the sky.

Falling to your knees in front of the couch, you gripped your stomach with a moan. Your skin felt like it was crawling. "What the hell is happening to me?"

Scott, still beside you on the couch placed his hand on your shoulder, taking the pain, his eyes widening in realization, then his brows knitting in confusion. "You're shifting."

Looking up into his eyes, your own wide, you said the only thing you could. "What?" Removing his hand, the pain washed over you again like a wave, leaving you to curl into a ball on the loft floor, the pack rising to their feet around you, looking on, and not knowing quite what to do.