- Stiles -
I hate lying to her, I really do but what choice do I have. She's so innocent sleeping in the silence but if she knew the truth about everything then she wouldn't be sleeping next to me.
We all have secrets.
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"Stiles?" Lydia whispers in her morning voice, still half asleep.
"Yeah?" I say as I push her hair out of her face to behind her ear.
"What time is it?"
"It's 7am."
"Oh thanks for waking me!" She says as she punches my shoulder and turns to the other side of the bed.
"I've to go to work." I stand up from the bed and walk over to my closet hoping to find some clean shirts, so far there are none in sight.
"It's a Saturday morning..." She whispers unable to speak properly.
"Honey, I've to work everyday."
"Quit." She pulled the duvet over her head and I began to hear her light snores.
"I wish I could but I need to make my father proud." I whisper to myself knowing she won't hear me.
Thinking about my father always brought up so many memories, every time I would cry because I miss him, I miss my father.
There isn't a day that goes by when I don't wish to spend another day with him, just one more day. Maybe I could finally say goodbye to him but I never got to tell him goodbye or how much I love him because in a blink of an eye it was all over and he was never coming back.
Beacon Hills sure is a town for supernatural but no ghosts, there has never been people coming back from the dead and acting their usual self. It isn't possible.
I walk over to Lydia after preparing myself for work and kiss her on the forehead.
I walk out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.
I don't bother packing a lunch but I grab an apple and nutrigrain bar for breakfast along with a cold bottle of water, my dad was never happy with the idea of a healthy appetite.
I've decided to walk to work this morning because I'm sure Lydia will drop by and it's a lovely morning.
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When I get to the station it seems empty, I'm sure everyone is in the kitchen drink their morning coffee.
"Hello?" I say as I step in toward the kitchen, it's empty.
I continue walking around the building saying 'Hello?' at every turn but there is still no answers.
My walkee-talkee is in my office.
I rush through the corridors and just as I get to my office the door is locked, I grab my keys but they don't work because keys are in the other side.
I'm locked out of my own office.
I begin to bang on the door shouting orders, questions and accusations, hoping for a response but they/he/she keep silent.
As I turn away from the door it unlocks and I run for cover.
I hide behind the desk popping my head above to keep an eye on who it is.
A young girl walks from the office and clears her throat.
"Quite the place you got here." she says in her strong, Irish accent.
"Belle?" I ask beginning to recognise, her.
She has changed since they were young but she's still recognisable.
The only major change is that her hair has grown, her curls aren't as curly, her accent isn't as strong as before, she's become thinner and oh yeah how could I forget, the claws.
"And here I was thinking you forgot about me," she walks over towards me.
"We were young but you lived in my home for a few weeks, my mother probably preferred you than me. How could I forget you?"
"I just thought you would because it has been nearly eleven years, counting. Oh how is your mother?"
"My parents are dead."
There is a long silence but Belle decides to break it with, "Well there's another thing we can relate to."
I walk past her and towards my office, hoping to see it in the same condition as I left it.
"Well I better be going," she says after another long silence.
She turns to face the door and waves goodbye.
"Oh I forgot," she says before walking out of the building "Your officers are in the back."
I stare at her until she is gone but then I rush to the back.
They are covered in claw marks and bites, just like the girl in the forest.
I run back to my office then call in two other officers hoping they can take on extra shifts.
I called Scott's boss to collect the bodies and hopefully he will help them heal faster and then pass them to the morgue.
The last thing we need right now is more people questioning us.
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The day flies by but when Saturday night finally comes Scott has thrown a party. It was fun but I drank a bit too much.
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A/N: I post like once a week so I am sorry but most of the time, if I'm being honest, I don't have any great inspiration or motivation to write new chapters for this fan-fiction so I am so so sorry if this is a really bad chapter.
Thank you all for reading, it means so much to me.
If you like Magcon, Nash Grier, Cameron Dallas, etc. You should definitely check out my fanfiction; Together Forever.
I love you all!
-Kelly
