Peter To Lydia

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<Peter>

u havent seen kate anywhere have u

<Red>

oh, yes, we go out for coffee every friday and talk about our week

NO PETER I HAVENT SEEN KATE

<Peter>

WELL I NEED HER

<Red>

wELL GO FIND HER

<Peter>

I WILL

<Red>

GOOD

<Peter>

so how are you

<Red>

fan fucking tastic

psYCH MY LIFE IS A MESS

EVERYONES TRYING TO KILL EVERYONE

BERSERKERS ATTACKING EVERY OTHER NIGHT

DEREKS GETTING WEIRD

AND CHRIS ARGENT STILL DOESNT KNOW IM HARBORING HIS NOT DEAD DAUGHTER

<Peter>

oh dear

<Peter>

wait chris doesnt know?

<Red>

no, she wont tell him

<Peter>

would kate know?

<Red>

i doubt it

why

<Red>

nO

<Red>

I KNOW WHAT UR THINKING

<Red>

WE ARE NOT USING MY GIRLFRIEND AS BAIT FOR HER PSYCHOTIC AUNT

<Peter>

I NEED HER PSYCHOTIC AUNT

YOU TOLD ME I SHOULD MAKE KATE PAY FOR WHAT SHE DID AND THEN SOME

I CANT DO THAT IF I DONT HAVE HER

<Red>

if you use her she has to be safe and you cant let kate take her and i have to ask her cos shes asleep

<Peter>

thank you

<Red>

i have one condition

<Peter>

whats that

<Red>

when you kill kate,

make sure it hurts

<Peter>

i intend to

<Red>

alison likes the idea of freaking out her aunt

so what's the plan?

<Peter>

berserkers everywhere, you said, right? lets go to the last place you saw them. make some noise. flaunt alison around.

she'll come.

she'll want her neice.

and we'll kill her

<Red>

i hope by "we" you mean "you" because i dont have special ferocious skills

<Peter>

me and derek probably

i wont do this alone, especially since i need her alive for the next eleven hours

<Red>

where r u doing this exactly?

<Peter>

stiles' house. the room that connects to the attic. because his attic has a big glass window that lines up with the room below it. so the moon comes out, i have my child, kate is dead.

<Red>

great plan

i cant believe im condoning murder

<Peter>

lets get goin then, comrade

<Red>

i dont like that word in this context

but yes lets

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