The Darkness: 4

Part 25

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Laurel

Laurel's eyes fluttered open with a small glow of yellow before she switched them off to see the bright sun seeping through the windows of the opened curtains.

Her body was entangled in white sheets pressed up against another and she felt an arm around her. She looked up to see Douglas was still asleep and rested a hand on his bare chest.

She slowly traced her finger down his abs and softly bit her lip, releasing an exhale. She lifted her head to see his dark golden hair was back in its style after she'd messed with it. His cheeked bones structured his face, defining it with his freshly shaved jaw.

His gold eyebrows that almost looked brown matched his eyelashes that covered the lids. Under them, she wanted to his eyes. The sky blue that was brightened from the sun and hints of green that would paint like clouds.

The perfect nose that ran in the center of his face and his nostrils slightly flared and his thin lips that she kissed the entire night, made her want more.

"If you keep staring, you'll get bored," he hummed. She could feel his chest rise and fall as his deep soothing voice rung in her ears. "I don't think I will," she whispered.

His eyes finally opened and the sky was the limit. She tried to suppress her laugh but ended up smiling childishly. His other arm pulled her tightly until she was partially on top of him. Her hand cupped his cheek that wrinkled into a grin and she softly pecked his lips.

He held her lower back, rolling her over to her side and he did the same for pillow talk. His hand ran through her hair and down to her right cheek, tugging at her chin for a tongued kiss.

"The pretty bird saves me," he said firmly, staring deeply into her eyes. "And you made life worth continuing," she said softly. Their head pressed against each other's and her toes ran up his calves, making him lift her leg up to his waist, pulling himself over her.

Her fingers gripped onto his finely creviced back as he slowly kissed her neck. His long torso stretched out as his body pressed against hers and she held his head.

She wouldn't have thought anything like this could happen with her luck. How could this happen between them? Now, their lost hearts were finding its way back to love.

Oliver

Oliver slowly twirled Lydia's engagement ring in his fingers. The small diamond that sat on a silver band, sparkling every time the sun would shine on it.

He readjusted himself on the edge of the bed, continued playing with the jewelry. She was far gone. Probably in outer space.

How did she lose her mind?

He had lost his too.

She was his peace of mind.

Scott

Scott could smell Oliver's chemosignals through the door and he stepped back after it had got pungent. He went back into his room and slipped in bed, grazing Malia's arm.

"Do you think we can get her back?" She asked, flipping over. "We can try," he whispered. "I think it's impossible now," she said bluntly. "We can't save her anymore."

Stiles

Stiles was playing with Felicity's blonde hair as they cuddled together on the couch. She flipped through tv channels until Theo told her to stop in that he like the show.

"We're all going to die," Peter said with a straight tone. "You're not a banshee, are you?" Derek snapped.

He tried to block out their conversation and focused on Felicity. There were two emotions going in his heart. One of them was the affection for her and the other was the thought of dying by something that possessed him.