Walking into the living room where everyone is gathered. Derek pulls me aside. In the kitchen, Derek's worried face scares me.
"Allison. About that pendant." Derek describes with a weary look.
"Yeah, what?" I anxiously ask looking for an answer.
"It belongs to a member of a Japanese pack," he stops to let me process his words, " a pack that had been wiped out millions and millions of years ago."
"So your saying?" I question.
"Yep. That first werewolf pack," Derek assures, "Why did you want to know about this?"
"I was just wondering." I lie.
"Ok. But, if this pack is back, then we are already dead." Derek warns until he leaves to go back into the living room.
I think about what the dream meant. Was it real? It has to be. Why would I dream about something I never knew existed. But whatever happened in the dream hasn't happened yet. Could I be seeing the future? No, that's impossible.
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Shutting of my lamp light. I burrow myself under my covers. When I enter my dream, I am in the forest like before.
Seeing the lights peering out beyond the trees. I follow it. It takes me to a road, where I car approaches. As if without control, I walk to the middle of the road. I could already start to hear growling and howling grow closer. I put out my hand to shield my eyes from the taillights of the approaching car. Before the car goes any closer to hitting me. It stops in its tracks, almost skidding. Walking around the car to the passenger side. I open the rustic door to see a man.
Issac.
"Jump in," he demands in a worried tone.
I do as he says and jump in. Staring out the window to see the pack emerge from the front line of trees. Issac immediately steps on the gas.
As he gas the car as fast as he can. He frequently glances at the rear window to see if the werewolves are following. Once we are at a far distance to where we can't see them. Issac slows down the car and meets my glance.
"Where's Scott?" Issac anxiously asks.
Again as if no control, I lower my head and frown.
"He didn't make it. We are the only ones left." I sorrow while clenching my fist tight.
Issac frowns too and grips the wheel tight. Almost breaking the leather with his werewolf strength. His eyes then narrow and he punches the wheel in anger. Speeding up the car he feels the act of revenge.
"Issac, we have to leave Beacon Hills," I say placing my hand on his tense shoulder.
Although he doesn't agree with me, he knows I am right. I don't even want to agree with myself. Issac glares at the nightfall rain on the windshield. Constantly pressing the windshield wipers.
Beacon Hills is lost. There's nothing left. No one to protect it. The Nemeton was pulled from the roots and burned. Driving trough the streets of Beacon Hills towards the leaving sign. I look at the ruins and dead bodies of my friends, my family.
"How is she?" I ask Issac as I turn back to the back seat.
Laid across the seat lays a woman. Bright red hair. Scarlet lips. Tattered blue fluorescent gown and strapped high heels.
My mother, Lydia.
She moves in her weak sleep with a slash across her face.
"Not good," Issac continues, "she needs to be at the hospital."
"Stiles." we hear Lydia groan.
Her eyes struggle to keep open. She repeats my father's name over and over as we leave Beacon Hills. The last thing I see is a cracked stone sign the reads:
Leaving Beacon Hills.
Bursting awake, I see my ceiling. I am panting hard and breathing sharply. Anxiety. I feel like I am drowning. Every time I try to take a breath. The air goes nowhere. Bolting up from my bed, I head for my door. Creaking it open, I start down the hallway. My eyes scale the walls and search for the first stairstep down. Feet skidding across the floor, I find. Cautiously, starting downstairs, my eyes attempt to adjust to the darkness. Then suddenly I am blinded by the kitchen light flickering on. I slowly spy over the stair railing in curiosity of who it might be.
Then hearing the fridge open, I see Issac peak out from around the corner. Probably dazed, Issac grabs something out of the fridge.
he probably feels extremely comfortable grabbing things out of our fridge because he once lived here with Scott and Melissa. The first semester of Junior when Boyd died and Derek left with his sister Cora to South America.
He was alone. After his abusive father was murdered by a kanima. We were left with no family. He tried to push through life. But after Allison died, he snapped. He couldn't take the pain anymore. I guess I know what that feels like.
Suddenly, my foot squeaks against the staircase triggering Issac to hear. He turns around and meets my gaze. I stand up from my hiding place and meet him.
"What are you doing up so late?"Issac softly questions.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." I snap.
Issac bites on his lower lip and nods constant. He lifts his right arm to reveal milk.
"Oh," I reply embarrassed for my false judge.
Making my way downstairs, I approach him at the fridge.
"Did I do something to make you hate me?" Issac wonders annoyed.
I don't respond. Instead, I grab an apple off the counter and take a bite out of it.
Noticing, my ignorance, Issac decides to react and resolve the sudden tension between us. In my act, I take a seat at the brightly lit dining room table. Issac sits down next to me.
"Maybe we just need to get to know each other?" Issac suggests.
"Like doing what?" I answer, rolling my eyes.
"Let's see. What's your middle name?" Issac sarcastically wonders while tapping his chin.
Trying to show some kind of interest. I decide to play his little game.
"Claudia. After my father's mother." I respond.
He nods in understatement and smiles.
"Now you ask me a question." Issac pleads with kindness and interest. I clear my throat.
"Umm. What's your deepest, darkest fear?" I ask without a second to second think.
His smile churns to a frown. He's serious now and his eyes narrow at me. Feeling the fear that he now hates me back for asking him such a question. Instead, he gives me a sign of trust. Trusting that whatever he tells me. I will understand. Almost connect the feeling in a way.
"Well, before my father died. He would lock me up in a cooler," he pauses to see my reaction. But I am too in shock to react, "Sometimes I have these nightmares that I would just wake back in that damn cooler."
There is a long serious silence as we both linger our ways to accept one another. I finally decide to speak.
"Issac, I don't hate you. It's just..." I pause to collect myself, "It's just in a way, you remind me of Chris."
We both smile at each other.
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Blood Moon | A Teen Wolf Fanfiction
Fanfiction"Life can't be all bad or all good. Eventually, everything has to come back to the middle." These were the famous words spoken by a true alpha named Scott McCall to his best friend, Stiles Stilinski. Its been 7 years since the night of Lydia and St...
