#banshee reader

A trailer is parked in the darkened wooded area, as a couple sit inside fighting. “You promised this was only gonna be for a few weeks.” The woman says calmly. “Look, just because we’re in a trailer does not mean we’re trailer park trash.” The man sitting at the table argues. “Exactly. We’re worse. We don’t even have enough money to be in a trailer park.” She tells him her voice getting angrier. Before the arguing can continue the lights in the trailer start to flicker. “Don’t have a meltdown, okay?” He says as the lights go out completely. “It’s probably just the generator.” He adds, grabbing his coat and slinging it on. “You that thing that runs the electricity and water.” There’s silence between the two for a moment before she apologizes. The two make up before he walks out of the trailer to check the generator, the woman sits down at the table and cries quietly. Movement catches the corner of her eye and she glances outside the window of the trailer, seeing her boyfriend talking to a stranger in the black hoodie, hood up, black pants, black boots and black leather gloves. “Sean?” The woman questions to herself in wonder, it looks lien the two are arguing. The hooded man points above Sean’s head making him look up to the tree line in time to see the kanimas tail come down and wrap around his neck, the woman inside sees it lift her boyfriend off the ground and out of sight. A horrified gasps leaves her lips then watches the hooded man turn towards her and point in her direction. Another gasp as she ducks beside the window and out of view, she takes a peek back out the window, the man is gone, she gets up and rushes to the door to lock it, then to the small sun roofed window and quickly turns to knob to close it, her breath is laboured as she can’t think straight, she’s confused on what she saw and scared of what’s to come next. She screams as glass shatters and Sean is thrown through the window, landing on the table, her screams continue as he is yet again yanked away and tossed outside the trailer, she screams come to a halt when the kanima makes its way painstakingly slow into the window towards the woman. It lets out a god awful hiss when it’s face is only inches from her face, it taunts her as takes in the woman’s scent of fear, the kanima stops when it comes face to face with the woman’s pregnant belly, it almost seems confused, then the kanima runs out of the trailer and through the woods, far from the woman.

Scott, Y/n and Stiles are standing in sheriff Stilinskis office, Y/n’s phone placed on the desk as they sit on speaker with Allison. “If Jackson doesn’t know what he’s doing, then he probably doesn’t know someone’s controlling him.” Allison tells the trio. “Or doesn’t remember.” Scott states. “What if it’s the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia and Y/n when they took off from the hospital?” Stiles questions, looking up at Y/n. “A fugue state? It would make some sense, I don’t remember anything until about 3 hours before Derek had found me and brought me back to the hospital, but what could cause so many fugue like states, and so close together?” The McCall girl asks.

Jackson is sitting naked in the locker room, claws out, his hands and forearms covered in fresh bright red blood.

“He’d have to forget everything— the murder.” Scott theorizes.

Jackson stands under the water as the water turns red and washed down the drain.

“Getting rid of the blood.” Allison adds.

Jackson is now fast asleep in his bed, as if nothing happened.

“But he had help with one thing though.” Stiles looks between his friends and the phone.

“The video.” Y/n finishes his train of thought.

A blacked gloved hand reaches for the video camera set up near Jackson’s bed recording.

“And someone else helped him forget that.” Scott’s speaks again. “Whoever’s controlling him.” He adds. “Are we sure Jackson doesn’t have a clue about any of this?” The Argent girl asks. Y/n shakes her head as stiles answers. “He thinks he’s still becoming a werewolf and that’s being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing.” The Stilinksi boy explains. “So do we try to convince him he’s not?” Y/n asks her friends. Her brother nods. “If it helps us find out who’s controlling him, then yeah.” “Do you think he’ll talk to us? After what we did?” Allison asks her boyfriend. Stiles shrugs his shoulders like it’s just an another normal day. “Yeah, it’s us. He’ll talk to us.” Before looking between Scott and Y/n “right?” He adds. The twins share a look as if to say ‘that’s probably not going to happen’

Noah Stilinski stands in an interrogation room beside the three teens sitting at the table, Melissa and Mr. whittmore standing on the other side of the teens near the door to the room. clip board in hand by the sheriff begins to read it aloud for them. “You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittmore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically.” Noah drops the clipboard onto the table as he stares at his son and his friends. Stiles looks between his friends and the three adults standing in the room, he hesitates a second before speaking up. “What about school?” He asks looking to his father, it’s a genuine question, but for Stiles he’s most likely being a smart ass. “You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 foot distance.” Noah answers disappointedly. “Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there’s only two stalls available and they’re only right next to each other?” Stiles asks another question. All three adults standing in the room look to the boy annoyed and disapprovingly. Scott and Y/n look to their friend silently asking him to stop talking. They were all , already in enough trouble as it was, they didn’t need to add to the fire anymore, at least not tonight. “I’ll just hold it.” Stiles reassures them all.

Sheriff Stilinski pulls his son out of the intergation room beginning to lecture him for what feels like the 100th time in the last few weeks. “Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they’re not pressing charges?” He explains to his son. “Look come on it was just a joke!” Stiles lies. “It was a joke?” The older Stilinski man asks angrily, definitely not believing his son. “Yes, I didn’t think it would be taken seriously. Dad, humours very subjective, okay? I mean, we’re talking multiple levels of interpretation here.” “Uh-huh.” Noah nods, not buying any of this. “Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?” Stiles shrugged offended, as the McCall twins begin to exit the room with their mother following close behind, also very unimpressed by all this. “We filled the tank!” Stiles tries to defend.

Scott and Y/n watch in as they walk by the two Stilinskis. “Move.” Melissa demands her kids as they turn the corner into the empty hallway of the station. Melissa catches both twins shoulders, causing them to stop and turn to look at her. “It’s not just this.” Their mother starts. “Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn’t think that you two would reach quite this soon.” “Mom-“ Y/n starts but is cut off by her mother giving a look to say I’m not finished. “It’s everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behaviour, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed,” Melissa looked at her son on that one. “I missed a chemistry test?” Scott questioned generally confused. “Really, Scott? Really?” She asks her son. “I have to ground you, both of you. I am grounding you, you two are grounded.” “What about work?” Scott asks. “Fine,” she looks between her kids. “Other than work. And no tv.” “The tvs broken.” Her twins say the same time. She shakes her head trying to come up with something else, she wasn’t use to grounding her kids. “Then no computers.” “We need computers for school.” Y/n tells her. “Then no, uh…” Melissa shifts and looks around trying to think of something else when she spots Stiles standing behind her. “No Stiles.” She finally declares. “What- No Stiles?” The young boy asks offended as Scott and Y/n look just as displeased in that. “No Stiles!” Melissa yells, Stiles backed up real quick. “And no more car privileges. Give me your keys.” She holds out her hands towards both kids. The younger McCalls look to each other. “Give them to me!” Their mother yells this time. Scott reaches into his pocket and grabs his set of key and Y/n digs in her over the shoulder tanned purse and grabbing her set, both placing their sets of car keys into their mothers out reached hands. Melissa struggled to get Scott’s car key off his key ring, frustration growing within the woman by the second. “Oh, for the love of god.” She scoffed. “You want me to do it.” Scott asked trying to help. She didn’t answer just continued to fight with the keys. “Mom.” Y/n’s voice was heard, but she went unanswered as well. “Mom, come on, let me just— Mom.” Scott reached out and grabbed his mom’s hands, stoping her struggle. She sighed, before looking up and between her kids. “What is going on with you guys?” She asked softly yet sadly, then turned to her son to direct the next question to him. “Is this about Allison?” Stiles’ eyes widen from behind melissa and shakes his head, their plan was to tell their parents what had actually been going on, but after tonight’s events it probably wasn’t the greatest idea. Y/n holds her breath fearing that Scott may actually tell the truth right now. “Do you really wanna know?” He asks his mother. Melissa nods. “Yeah.” Stiles shakes his head at Scott more aggressively and angrily. “Or is this about your father?” Y/n brows knit at that question, they haven’t seen their father in a while, and they haven’t talked about it either, and she was more than okay with not talking about it, the younger McCall would be okay if she didn’t see her father again. Stiles nods softly at Scott, hoping his friend listened. “It is isn’t it?” Their mother adds when she goes unanswered. Y/n looks between her mom and brother than to Stiles who is really nodding, but his eyes look to be glossed over. “Okay, you know what, um… we’ll talk about this at home. I’m gonna go get the car.” The twins and Stiles watch as she walks away sadly feeling as if she has somehow failed her children.

“Jeez, we are the worst kids.” Scott says sadly to his sister who nods in response. Y/n knows things are getting way out of hand and they need to tell someone, but just like the two boys standing next to her she has no idea how to go about this anymore or what they could even say really. “Well, I’m not exactly winning any prizes either.” Stiles tells his friends looking into the room they all left at his father who is being yelled at by Mr. Whittmore. “Dammit, you give him a restraining order, and he’s mocking you! He was mo— and what do I do about going to the bathroom?” They listen to Jackson’s dad yell as the three teenagers stand thoughtfully in the hallway. Jackson who sits on a bench around the corner from the trio listens in to what they’re saying and what his father is saying and wears a smug smirk.

Across town underground in the abandoned train station, Derek is leading Issac in the narrow broken train. “So why do we need their help?” Issac asks the Alpha. “Because it’s harder to kill than I thought. I still don’t know who it is.” He tells his young beta. “And they do?” “They might. Which is why I need you to get in their good side.” “Mmm,” Erica hums. “Which one, Scott, Stiles, or Y/n.” Erica mocks on the McCall girls name, still pissed about Derek’s protectiveness over the human girl. “I personally prefer Y/n.” Issac’s tells the two, Derek spinning back to glare at the boy. “Or not.” “No. She would see right through the act anyways.” He states matter of factly knowing the girl doesn’t trust easily and she’s not gonna just accept a new attitude from either of his betas, she’ll know for sure there’s and motive at hand. “Then who? Scott it Stiles?” Erica asks again leaving out the third name this time. “Either.” Derek tells her. “Best bet Scott he’s all about second chances and saving people.” Issac tells the blonde girl. “You know, the full moons coming, Derek.” The younger boy now directs to his Alpha. “I’m aware of that.” The older man says dryly then turns back to a trunk sitting on the cement ground and opens it, pulling out chains and restraints. “My these look comfortable.” Erica smarts off. “You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted.” Issac reminds the older man. “There hasn’t been time.” Derek replies without looking up from pulling out chains and leather straps from the trunk. “But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, that means you’re alone against the Argents.” Issac looks down trying avoid eye contact, this while being locked up thing is bringing up not so happy memories of what his father used to do to him. “They haven’t found us.” The Alphas patience is running thin. “Yet!” The Lachey boy fires back. “So how about we forget the kanima?” The boy continues. “We… Can’t!” Derek turns around to finally look at the younger boy, voiced raised and now all patience gone. “There was something about the way Gerard looked at it.” Erica and Isaac sharing a confused look as Derek carried on speaking. “He wasn’t afraid… at all. I don’t know what he knows or what he’s planning. But I’m sure about one thing. We have to find it first.” He declares firmly.

Allison walks slowly into the library subtlety looking around, glancing back towards the camera looking where it’s pointing at before ducking into an aisle out of sight. She pulls a tablet out of her brown leather over the shoulder bag and pushes it through the shelves, towards the twins and Stiles standing on the other side of the large bookshelf, Scott taking it as the trio look over the same picture and Latin text as they’ve seen multiple times before, but this time the text translated into English in a yellow text box off to the side, Scott zooms in so they can read it fully. “It’s everything Lydia could translate.” Allison whispers. “And trust me, she was very confused.” The Argent girl adds. “Well I mean can you blame her? I’m still confused by all this and I’m not completely in the dark like she is, I still think we should tell her.” Y/n voices. “And say what exactly?” Stiles asks dumbly. Y/n looks at the Stilinski boy with frowned brows. “The truth.” She states. “What did you tell you?” Scott asked his girlfriend turning away from his sister and best friend. Allison frowns a little embarrassed about what she’s about to say. “That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” She finishes with a laugh, the McCall girl raises her brows in amusement. Scott letting out a chuckle of his own, Stiles looks slightly offended by the laughs from the other three. “I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” The boy defends, getting odd looks from Scott and Allison, Y/n continues to laugh. “Of course you are.” She tells the boy with a smile. “O-oh. Great.” Allison says slowly unsure of how to respond. “Okaye does it say how to find out who’s controlling him?” Y/n asks breaking the small glare Stiles is sending to the Argent girl, turning back to the real issue at hand. “Not really. But Stoles was right about the murders.” The burrent tells her friends. “Yes!” Stiles exclaims excitedly. “It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance.” She goes on to explain what she found out. “There’s a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village.” She finishes. “All right, see? So maybe it’s not all bad.” Stiles tries to lighten the situation. Allison sighs. “Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to.” She delivered the blow causes the other three to look at her with wide eyes. “All bad.” Y/n states. “All very, very bad.” Stiles adds. “Here’s the thing though.” Allison look around as she speaks up again. The younger McCall raised her brows as to ask ‘there’s more?’ “The Kanimas actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can’t be…” she cuts herself off as a woman comes into the aisle she’s in to out away a book. “Until it resolves what’s in its past which manifested it.” Scott finishes for her as he reads over the tablet. “Okaye, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could’ve told you that myself.” Y/n snarks getting a dramatic nod of agreement from Stiles. The four teens are silent for a moment as they all try and think, Allison speaks up first. “What if… it has something to do with his parents?” “Like his real parents?” Y/n questions. The Argent girl nods with confirmation. “Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?” Scott’s asks looking between the others. Stiles and Y/n share a look. “Lydia might.” Stiles tells them. “What if she doesn’t know anything?” The werewolf of the group asks. “Well, he doesn’t have a restraining order against me, so… I’ll talk to him myself.” “Okaye what do I do?” The McCall boy asks. “You have a make up exam.” His sister informs him. Allison grabs her boyfriend’s hand through the shelves. “Promise me.” Scott interlocks his fingers in hers. “If he does anything, you run the other way.” “I can take care of myself.”

Y/n and Stiles take interest in the random book in the boys hand as they try to remove themselves from the bubble that is Scott and Allison feeling just slightly awkward. “Allison, if you get hurt while busy with some stupid test, someone’s going to need to take care of me. If he does anything…” “like?” “Anything weird or bizarre— anything.” He finishes. Stiles pokes his head through the empty space in the shelf. “Anything evil!” Allison pushes his face back through the shelf as Y/n grabs the neck of his shirt pulled him back to their side of the books. “Ah.. ow!” The boy exclaims.

Jackson enters an empty classroom shaking his head at his phone, as he walks over to the cage that holds a snake, as if in a trance he reaches his hand into the cage and picks up the reptile and lets it slither up his arm and around his neck then enters his mouth sliding down his throat, just as a teacher comes in. “Jackson do you still want to discuss your paper?” Jackson pays no mind to the man and just looks back at the now empty glass box.

Scott sits in the quiet classroom other then himself and the teacher supervising, as he erases every thing in his page, stressing about having his girlfriend talk to Jackson when none of them knew what mind set the boy would be in.

Allison walks down the hall near the boys locker betting it would be the best place to find the whittmore boy, a door opens and she bumps into Matt, both teens letting out a startled gasp. “Oh, you just scared the hell out of me.” He laughs. “Sorry, I wa— I was just, um, I was— nothing.” Allison stutters, forcing a smile. “Ah, that’s a — nice heels.” The big switches subjects awkwardly. “Oh! Yeah, uh, my feet were hurting, so I—-“ she bends down to put her heels back on. “same reason I never wear mine.” Matt tried to joke. Allison looks up not paying attention ti the boys attempt at humour. “What?” Matt she’s his head and swallows thickly. “Uh, forget it. Hey did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they’ve got some big names spinning.” The Argent girl tries not to show her disinterest in the boy in front of her, wanting to get this weird encounter over with and continue with trying to find Jackson. “Oh, you mean like a rave?” “If you don’t roll? I just call it a party.” He tells her, noticing she’s looking anywhere but him he tries again to gain her attention, Matt has other motives, he’s obsessed with both the girl standing in front of him and Y/n, he’s not to happy about always catching her with Derek hale and when she’s not near him she is less interested then Allison is, but he more so needs to know what Y/n is, so she doesn’t get in the way of his plans, and he’s pretty sure he has an idea, now he just needs to find out how to render her useless if it’s needed. “But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you’re down.” He puts on a hopeful smile. “Want me to get you one?” She nods uneasy and impatient. “Yeah, yeah, great.” She tells the boy. “Yeah? All right, cool.” As he begins to walk away from her before turning back to her. “Um, it’s Friday, so… looking forward to it.” She nods and he walks out of the hallway. Allison watches him leave, but faint gagging noise breaks her focus from the hallways to the closed door leading the to boys locker room and she doesn’t hesitate to open the door and walk in.

Lydia walks out of the classroom with Stiles and Y/n following. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone.” She tells the two after they’ve asked about Jackson and his birth parents all period. “Come on, everyone who ever says that ‘I’m not supposed to tell anyone.’ Is always dying to tell someone. So tell us.” Stiles says pinto g to himself and Y/n. Lydia looks at the boy as if to say ‘why would I tell you anything’ “Tell Y/n.” He says when he understands the look he getting from the Martin girl. Lydia looks at her best friend, brows knitted. “Why do you wanna know?” She questions, genuinely curious, Y/n’s never asked about it before, so why now and why the urgency. Y/n hesitates, a conflicted look written on her features, looking to Stiles who shakes his head. A defeated sigh leaving the McCall girl. “ I can’t tell you that.” A saddened look passes over Lydia before she steels her reaction, she knows her friend isn’t telling her something or he’ll even a lot of somethings, and it breaks her heart, they use to tell each other everything, nothing was off the table, but now the last few months she feels as if she doesn’t even know her best friend anymore. “Then I’m not telling you.” She declares breaking eye contact with the girl. Noticing the look on his best friends face he steps in. “But you are telling me that you could tell me something is you wanted to tell me?” Confused now the strawberry blonde shakes her head and asks. “Was that a question?” “It felt like a question.” He tells her, as he goes over what he has just said. “Well.. tell me if this feels like an answer. No.” As she picks up her pace and walks away. Stiles groaning follows after her, Y/n follows him. She’s gonna tell her the truth, she has too, some of what is happening to her is happening to Lydia, and Lydia just thinks she crazy, and Y/n knows she came give her some half okay more like quarter answers cause she doesn’t know a lot herself. Either that or she loses her best friend, and that’s not an option. Erica pushes off the lockers watching as the three walk away with a smug yet knowing smile, she has the answers they are looking for, and she can use her knowledge to her advantage, maybe then Derek will pay attention to her instead of always being so all about Y/n and the little human’s safety.

Allison walks into the locker room a bundle of nerves and a wobble in her voice. “Jackson?” She calls out. “I’m here.” He calls out calmly after a few moments from the showers. Allison follows the sound of running water, coming around the corner to see Jackson in all his glory, just staring at her waiting for her to come around the corner. She turns away from the naked boy instantly, leaving the shower area, Jackson just watches with a deadly stare as she moves out of his line of sight. “Is something wrong?” He asks her coyly. “Y-you could have warned me.” Jackson turns off the water and walks slowly in the direction of where she went. “You’re the one that walked into the boys locker room.” “I thought I heard you— I th— forget it.” Jackson still exposed still the same dead look in his eyes, comes to stand in front of her. “Did you wanna talk about something?” She feels scared, she knows he’s not in is normal mind set, he’s a dick but even she knows this is over the top of behaviour even for him. “We can talk later.” She tells him, still refusing to look at him. His arm blocks her path of leaving forcing her to look at him. “No.” He demands. “Let’s talk now.” Leaving no room to question.

Still chasing after the Martin girl in the halls, she still refuses to talk to them. “Lydia!” They both call. “Lydia , come on!” Stiles yells. “Wait!” Y/n shouts. All of a sudden Stiles is grabbed and pushed roughly into the wall with a loud and painful thud. “Ow!” The boy cries out. The McCall girl rushes to his side and shoves Erica as hard as she possibly can, which seemed to be hard enough considering she released her vice grip on the Stiles and moved back a few steps, not happy with that the blonde beta steps dangerously close to the McCall girl, the latter not budging. “There are other ways to get our attention. I get you have a new attitude and some confidence, but that doesn’t mean you gotta resort to random violence just because you gave yourself a slutty makeover and some werewolf venom pumping through your veins.” She chuckles angrily. “I really don’t see what he sees.” The girl tries to wiggle under the others skin. Y/n not having it, she smirks. “Clearly more than he sees in you, sweetheart.” That pissed the new beta off who takes another step towards her, again Y/n isn’t phased. But Stiles is freaking out. “Okay!” He yells dramatically, still the two in front of him keep their scary stare down going before the before gets in the middle. “Ah, ah, ah. Hey Erica! What was so important you had to shove me into a wall?!” Erica finally takes her eyes off Y/n now turning back to the boy and pushing her hand against his chest her claws coming out. “Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson’s parents?” “Why are you bringing out the claws?” He smarts off unimpressed with this whole situation. “On camera too, none the less.” Y/n pipes up, just as pissed. Erica looks back towards the cameras as if she forgot all about them, retracting her claws and moving her hand away from the boy. At this point Y/n has moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with her friend. “That’s right. You wanna play cat woman? I’ll be your Batman.” He states as he fixes the strap on of his backpack and stands up straighter and walks away. “If you’re wondering about Jackson’s real parents, they’re about half a mile from here.” She starts to tell Stiles and Y/n the two turning back to look at her. “In beacon hills cemetery.” She finishes. Both friends wear a look of defeated horror on their faces. How does that information help them now. Stiles and Y/n share a look. As Erica starts to walk away from them.

Still cornered in the locker room by Jackson, Allison is trying to find anyway out if this room and fast as possible. “I— I have to get to cl—“ she stutters and tries to side step around the jock, who only proceeds to block her path again. “Oh, no, no, you don’t.” He tells her. “No, you have perfect grades. You can skip one class.” Allison’s breathing picks up as she really starts to panic. He looks over her noticing. “Are you okay?” He taunts. “Your hearts beating like crazy.”

Scott still in the classroom trying to focus on his make up test, picks up a fast heart beat only a few seconds later does he know it’s Allison’s. She’s scared he can tell from the fast rhythm. “Allison.” He whispers to himself.

Y/n sighs as she closes her eyes for just a moment. “We have to get her to tell us what she knows.” Stiles tells her. “Yeah, I know.” She holds out her arm as to say lead the way and the two follow after the bitchy blonde. “Okay, wait!” Stiles calls as they catch up to her. Erica smiles in victory as if whatever plan she has cooked up is now in action. “do you know they died?” Y/n asks. “Maybe.” She replies smugly. Which just further pisses Y/n off. “If you tell me why you’re so interested.” Erica adds. Stiles and Y/n exchange looks of uncertainty, wondering what she gains out of this, but their options are limited right now and they need all the answers they can get as fast as they can get them, even if it means sharing information. “Um..” Stiles tries. Erica stops in her tracks either sudden realization. “It’s him, isn’t it?” She asks but more to herself. “What?” Both Stiles and Y/n ask. “Who?” “Him who?” The two friends ask together. “The test didn’t work, but it’s still him.” She scoffs. “It’s Jackson.” She puts the final piece together and walks off. “We’re fucked.” Y/n states calmly. “Yeah.” The boy next to her agrees.

Scott’s rushed to the front of the class, places his test on the Mr. Harris’s desk and runs out of the class room ignoring the questions coming from the teacher. Only thought on his mind is Allison and making sure she’s safe.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” Jackson mocks her, finally allowing her to move away from the wall but stalking closely to her. “I-I-I changed my mind.” Her voice wobbles as she fights back the scared tears threatening to fall. Tripping over a bench as she walks backwards away from the boy. “You sure?” He asks through gritted teeth. “Because you look a little stressed. Is it Scott? Is it that whole thing? I still can’t believe you actually think your little Romeo and Juliet story’s gonna last. You know he’s eventually just gonna run to Derek and Join up with him and his little wolf pack. If you don’t realize that, then you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well other than Scott since he’s a pretty stupid bitch himself.” He takes jab after jab at the girl, Allison still trying to keep her tears from escaping their threshold. “Stop it. Just stop!” She pleads. “What are you gonna do, Allison, hmm… when y ok r stupid bitch of a boyfriend turns on you?” He’s getting angrier and angrier with each word. He pins her against the wall both hands on the wall behind her caging her in, coming almost nose to nose with the scared girl. “They kill your aunt. They almost kill Lydia and Y/n. Who do you really thinks gonna be next, hmm? Not you. No, no, it can’t be you, because you’re in love. Is that what you tell yourself, hmm? ‘Scott’s different and everything’s gonna work out because we’re in love.’ Well, if that’s what you believe , then you’re already dead.” He moved one of his hands in front her her so she can see when his claws come out and runs them down her cheek. “I just hope your dad has been teaching you moves to protect yourself.” He’s still talking as his claws now trace over her throat. “Actually, he has.” She tells him in a whisper as she slaps his hand away from her, her other hand now wrapping around his throat and pushing him back so she’s no longer trapped against the wall, but he flips them and ends up on top of her. It’s at this time Jackson seems to snap back and is confused to see the girl under him. “Allison?” He questions, fear evident in his tone and he moves off of her. “What are you doing here?” His voice raises. She moves to the wall with her knees to her chest as the locker room door opens and Scott walks in seeing Allison in the floor and a naked Jackson rushing to put on gym shorts. “I’m fine.” She tells her boyfriend, but he doesn’t care he charges towards Jackson. “Scott, Scott! I’m fine I’m fine.” She rushes out, but the McCall boy doesn’t listen. As he uses his supernatural strength to shove Jackson into the lockers causing them all to fall over. “I have a restraining order!” The whittmore boy yells. “Trust me, I restrained myself.” Scott says dangerously low. Jackson doesn’t hesitate to tackle Scott, now a full blown fight as they throw each other and and punch, the tiled wall is now broken and shattered in places, a sink is now ripped from the wall, water busting form the pipes.

Stiles and Y/n are still chasing Erica down the halls. “You can’t tell Derek, okay?” Y/n tries to plead. “There’s a lot more to this that you don’t know about. And just because you got the alpha bite makeover doesn’t give you a license to go around destroying people.” Stiles rants or lectures. This makes her turn around a look of sadness and hatred. “Why not?” She asks them. “That’s all anybody ever used to do to me. I use to have the worst crush in the world on you.” She tells Stiles. She scoffs when she sees the confused look on both their faces. “Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me.” Stiles looks sorry until his eyes find a puddle of water on the floor rushing out from behind the door of the locker room. “Exactly how you’re not noticing me right now.” Both girls look at Stiles when he doesn’t say anything and following his line of sight to see when he sees, before Scott and Jackson bust through the door still fighting, in an instant Erica goes to grab Jackson and Stiles and Y/n help Scott up Erica holding Jackson back and the other two holding Scott back as the two boys still trying to attack each other. “What the hell is going on?” Harris asks pushing his way through the crowd of students that have now started to form. Matt moves to the tablet that was on the floor, checking to make sure no one was watching he open the Lock Screen to see the information on the Kanima that Scott and his friends has found. A look of worry crosses him, this wasn’t part of his plan. As Harris lectures the two booths who have finally calmed down a bit Matt emails the information ti his email then hands it back to Scott. “You dropped this.” Harris grabs it roughly from the boys hand. “You and you.” Harris point to Jackson and Scott because he thinks of a better idea . “Actually all of you.” He says meaning Scott, Jackson, Allison, Stiles, Y/n and Erica and Matt. “Detention 3pm.”

Victoria Argent is sitting at a desk inside the schools main office watching over the school cameras when Melissa McCall walks in. “Hi, there.” She smiles at the scary red head. “Oh, I’ll make an announcement, have Scott and Y/n brought to the office.” She says picking up the phone. “Um, actually, I came here to talk to you.” “Me?” Victoria questions as she puts down the phone.

Lydia is standing at her locker as neighbour boy is standing next to her. “Busy after school?” He asks her as she shuts the door to her locker. “Always.” She answers dismissively. “Well, unbusy yourself. I wanna talk to you.” He tells her. She looks to him questioningly. “Actually, I want to show you something.” The Martin girl scoffs. “I thought we’d gotten the past the slightly rapey lauguage.” He steps closer to her. “And… bring the flower.” He says before walking away.

The 7 teenagers who were given detention now walk single file into the library taken seats at the tables. Scott, y/n, Stiles and Erica sit at one, while Jackson, Allison and Matt sit at another table. Jackson looks back at the other table. “We can’t be in detention together.” He tells Harris meaning the restraining order he has against the two McCalls and Stiles. Y/n can’t help the scoffed laugh that escapes her. “I have a restraining order against these tools.” He clarifies. “All of here tools?” Harris questions annoyed. “No, just us tools.” stiles says pointing between himself and the twins. “Fine. You three, over there.” Harris points at and empty table, still not the amount of feet their supposed to be away from each other. Which Jackson notices and doesn’t approve. “Is this better to your liking, princess?” Y/n mocks the whittmore boy. Getting a half smile from the blonde sitting with them. “I’m gonna kill him.” Scott says matter of factly to his sister and best friend. “No, you’re not.” Stiles tells the boy. “Why not?” Y/n questions, earning a look from Stiles that says. ‘Not the time to not be on my side’ Y/n shrugs nonchalantly. “You’re gonna find out who’s controlling him and then you’re gonna help save him.” Scott’s turns back to his friend shaking his head. “No. You were right, let’s kill him.” “Oh… no.” Stiles says more to himself.

Over at the next table Matt opens up the email he has sent himself earlier now getting a better look at what the others had found out. “Kanima.” He says out loud. Causing Allison to look over to him. He’s gonna have to handle this, just needs to find a smart way to do it.

Back in the office Melissa and Victoria are still talking. “I was under the impression they were no longer dating.” “Me too, but it looks like they are. And more.” Melissa hesitates on that last part. “A lot more.” The older McCall adds. “How do you know it not some other impressionable young girl. With severally low standards?” Victoria snarks at the single mother of two. Melissa scoffs done with this lady’s attitude towards her and her son and goes into mama bear mode. “Because I know Scott. And Allison is the only one that’s he’s ever talked about like that. I just wanna make sure they continue to be safe.” She wants to lay out her concerns and leave this aweful woman’s presence. “I couldn’t agree more.” The red head says, but she has something dangerous up her sleeve.

The library is quiet. Until Stiles opens his mouth. “Hey.” He starts, getting the attention of his best friends. “What if it’s Matt?” He asks while staring at the boy in question. The twins look up at him in question waiting for him to go on and explain his reasoning. “I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?” The twins lean in closer to their friend as to not be over heard. “Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing.” Scott tells them. “Nice way to throw us off his trail.” Y/n spoke. “Exactly!” Stiles exclaims. “Throw off suspension off himself. The three look over to Matt watching him eat a bag of chips before turning back to one another. “So he makes Jackson kill Issac’s dad, one of argents hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?” Scott’s asks. Y/n looks between her brother and friend trying to piece things together, come up with anything missing in between. “Yes!” “Why?” The girl asks. “Because…” he pauses to think. “He’s evil.” He finally decides to say. “Okay, Stiles we need a motive cause there’s got to be more to it then that. We’re open to ideas whatever they may be, we have no idea who is controlling jackson, and more people are gonna die, but we need more to go on then ‘he’s evil’. Why does he want Jackson killing people? Why these people is it because their murderers or is there a deeper reasoning for these people? How would he have known Jackson wouldn’t transform into a werewolf or was this just a fluke? There are so many questions.” Y/n reasons. Scott nodding along. All these questions and absolutely zero answers. “You just don’t like him.” Scott tells the boy. “The guy.. bugs me. I dont know what it is.” The Stilinski boy defends as he sits back in his chair looking to Matt again hoping he can pin point what it is. “Just look at his face.” The twins look to the boy in question now trying to offer his bag of chips to Jackson, who shakes his head. “Any other theories?” Scott asks. “He does make me feel uneasy.” Y/n whispers to the two boys as she stares at Matt. Scott and Stiles look at each other before back to the young girl. “What do you?” Her brother asks wondering if this has anything to do with her vision/dreams and now hearing things going on inside her head. “I don’t know.” She answers. “But let’s not completely rule him out as a suspect.” She says turning back to them, both nodding in agreement with her.

Randomly Jackson grabs his head in pain as he grabs his bag off the floor next to him. “You okay?” Matt asks. “I have to go to bathroom.” Jackson replies, not sparing at glance, he can’t see properly. “Are you alright?” Harris asks the whittmore boy, concern written on the teachers face, no one thought he was capable of the feeling. “You don’t look so good.” The older man adds. “I just need to get some water.” “No one leaves their seats.” Harris demands of the rest of the students before following after Jackson. Once the door to the library close, the trio stand up from their table and sit back down at the original table where Erica is seated writing in a notebook. “Stiles says you know how Jackson’s parents died .” Scott speaks quickly. “Maybe.” She tells him, not looking up from her notebook, the same things she said to Stiles and Y/n, which leads to an eye roll from the McCall girl. “Talk.” Scott demands. After a moment of consideration, the blonde sets down her notebook and looks up to the three. “It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson’s drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he’ll be getting when he’s 18.” She explains. “So not only is Jackson rich now, he’s getting even richer at 18?” Stiles question unamused. “Yep.” Erica says with a smile. “There’s something so deeply wrong with that.” Stiles looks between his friends. “You know what?” Erica starts up again. “I could try and find the insurance report on my dad’s inbox.” She tells them as she opens her laptop. “He keeps everything. The P.A system comes in with a static. “Scott McCall, please report to the principals office.” Victorias voices comes through, the twins, Stiles and Allison all looking worried. Scott gets up to leave, no rush in his steps as he takes a look back at Allison before leaving the library. Something bad was coming Y/n could feel it, but she didn’t know what or when, but she knew, and she was afraid for who make be hurt in the crossfires. As Erica was pulling up her father’s files Jackson and Mr. Harris walked back in, both going back to their seats. “Wait look at the dates.” Y/n points out on the screen. “Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA.” Erica read aloud. “The estimated time of death 9:26pm, June 14, 1995.” Y/n finished reading. “Jackson’s birthday is June 15th.” Stiles tells the two girls, who look at each other then to Stiles as they realize what that means.

Harris gets up from the chair he was sitting at as he zips up his bag and makes a move to leave, the 6 remaining teens start to grab their bags and stand up, prompting a laugh to escape the teacher. “Oh, no, I’m sorry.” He starts with a big smile. “Uh, yes, I’m leaving. But none of you are.” He tells the group who now all look confused. “You may go when you’re done with the re shelving.” He tells them patting the carts with over flowing books stacked on them. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.” He finishes as he leaves.

Scott walks into the office where Mrs. Argent is aggressively sharpening pencils. “The principal wanted to see me?” He says to his secret girlfriend’s mother. “No… i did. In concerned about the detention today. How Allison ended up in there with you, your sister and Mr. Stilinski.” She spits with venom as she goes about sharpening another pencil. “A sink was ripped off the wall. You’re lucky I’m here to explain that to people somehow.” Scott definitely didn’t feel lucky to have to around for anything. “You realize that?” She asks. “Yeah. I do now.” The young boy tries to go along as to not piss this woman off who most certainly wants him dead. “Good. Are you having sex with my daughter?” The woman asks, a dead icy look in her eyes, as she sharpens another pencil, making no more to remove it as it sharpens down to a nub, Scott’s doesn’t answer right away to focused on the pencil she’s killing. “Uh- no… no. I’m not having sex with your daughter.” He finally answers. Victoria pulls of what’s left of the pencil and stares at it disapprovingly, before looking back up to the boy. “I certainly hope not.”

Lydia walks bare foot through the wooded area behind her house, in search of the boy who has been basically begging for her attention, she walks slow because there’s a nagging feeling that she needs to turn back, but she brushes it off and proceeds to keep walking, she come upon a beautiful old Victorian house. Open the door to go inside she sees it’s empty. “Hello?” She calls out.

Mr. Harris gets in his car and drives away from the school with an unreadable look.

Stiles and Y/n are explaining to Scott and Allison about what they read in the insurance report Erica found for them. “It means he was born after his mom died— by c-section.” Stiles starts. “They had to pull him from her dead body.” Y/n finishes, hating that she had said or, that it even happened to begin with.

A few shelves over Matt and Jackson are putting away books, the latter is sweating and breathing heavy, getting to a look of worry from the other boy. “You okay, dude?” Matt asks. All Jackson can do is nod.

“So was it an accident or not?” Allison asks the two who had read the report. Stiles and Y/n shrug, the answer was unclear to them too. “The word all over the report is ‘inconclusive.’” “Then his parents could have been murdered?” Scott spoke up voicing his own questions. “It’s possible yes, which could explain why he’s going after murderers, but if Matt is controlling him, why would Matt care about Jackson’s parents, unless that tad bit of information helps Jackson be controlled to kill murderers if it hits alittle close to home even in his subconscious state.” Y/n spit balls. “If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers.” Stiles pipes in again. “But for Jackson? Or for who’s controlling him?” The Argent girl asks.

Jackson starts seeing things. Each book he picks up reads something else. His name on one, he blinks and it disappears to the real title of the book. The next one tells him to close his eyes, then next tells him to do it now, he has no idea what is going on.

“We have to talk to him.” Scott demands to the three standing with him. “We have to tell him.” He adds as he moves out of the aisle he’s in. “He’s not gonna l— “Allison starts but doesn’t finish as Scott moves out of ear shot . Leaving the aisle to find Jackson he noticed a book open on the floor where he last saw the whittmore boy. And walks slowly towards it to find Matt knocked out with a scratch on the back of his neck, face down on the floor and Jackson nowhere near. Scott kneels down to check over Matt when Jackson leaps across the top of the bookshelves, at the commotion the other 4 teenagers crowded together to figure out what was going on as Jackson in half kanima form wrecked havoc on the library, knocking over books and shelves, Stiles ducked and took Allison down with him as he tried to shield her from any harm, and the two girls who have been at each other’s throats since the blondes transformation duck as well both trying to protect one another from the falling items and glass shards from the lights above them. “Erica!” Scott’s shouts half transformed, Erica flashes her fangs and golden yellow eyes as Jackson jumps down in front of her and Y/n. Both girls eyes widen at the sight of the whittmore boy. Erica pushes Y/n out of the way more harshly then she intended to, the beta still not due to the super strength, as the kanima lunges at them the McCall girl lands into the bookshelf hitting her head off the bookshelf as Erica is scratched by Jackson’s venomous claws and falls to the floor paralyzed. Scott makes his way out of the aisle to come face to face with Jackson, yellow silted reptile eyes, sharp teeth and half his body covered in black scales, he seems to be in some sort or trance, he shoves Scott back leading him to fall backwards onto a cart of books, Scott backs up into the aisle crouching in front of Allison and Stiles, taking a Quick Look for his twin. “Y/n?” He calls in a whisper yell. “Next aisle over, I’m okaye, Erica was paralyzed, but other then that she seems to be okay.” The younger twins calls back to her brother. The older twin sighs with relief. Y/n sits in her knees beside Erica checking her over, before looking up to see Jackson stand in front of the chalk board, the other three watching the boy as well, he almost seems like a puppet being controlled by strings as he begins to write on the board. Once he’s done writing Jackson drops the piece of chalks and hangs his head looking at the floor. On the board in all caps is written. ‘STAY OUT OF MY WAY, OR ILL KILL ALL OF YOU’ Jackson them jumps up on a shelf and through the glass window leaving the building a group and confused and slightly terrified teenagers. Scott Allison and Stiles stand up and walk towards the board as Erica starts to seize, Y/n moves behind the girl to keep her on her side. “Guys!” Y/n calls getting the attention of the others, Stiles moves towards the two to help. Stiles grabs Erica and holds her against his chest in a way to comfort her. “What do we do?” Y/n asks panic coating her tone.

Allison moves to check on Matt, Erica’s body slows down but not much she’s still shaking hard in Stiles’ arms while hold Y/n’s hand for extra support, she’s scared, she thought this part of her life was over, she hasn’t had a seizure since she got the bite. “I think he’s alive.” Allison calls from next to Matt. “I think we need to get her to a hospital.” Stiles shouts. The blonde grips Yang/n’s hand tighter bringing the girls attention back to the beta. “Derek —- only to Derek.” She struggles to get out. They all pause before Scott looks to his girlfriend. “When we get her to the hospital-“ he starts but gets cut off by the blonde. “To Derek. Y/n, Derek.” The McCall girl nods. Then looks to Stiles. “If she’s asking for him and not a hospital, maybe he knows how to help.” Getting nod from the boy, as Scott looks back to Allison. “Go.” She tells them. He shakes his head and moves to the Argent girl. “Scott!” Both his sister and friend call. “We have to get her up. If I help stand her up can you carry her?” Y/n asks the Stilinski boy not in the mood for this delay. Stiles nods. “Okay.” She stands helping to pull Erica up. “I’m staying with you.” Scott tells Allison. “They can’t take her alone. Not like this. And Matt— I’ve gotta call an ambulance for him, just go.” She tells him. “This doesn’t feel right.” “It’s okay.” She tells the boy. “No, it’s not right.” He fights. “It doesn’t— it doesn’t mean anything.” She can’t look at him right now, she’s scared and doesn’t know how to process it. “But it feels like it does.” “Scott, go.” She tells him Finally looking up. “Go.” She repeats. He presses a lingering kiss to her forehead before getting up and rushing to help his sister and Stiles, picking up the girl with ease as the three rush out of the library and out of the school, putting her in the back of the jeep with Y/n as she lets the beta rest her head in her lap and drive towards the abandoned train station where they know they’ll find Derek.

“Hello?” Lydia calls again, walking through the empty house, the hard floor is covered in fallen dead leaves that look to have been there for years, which makes no sense to the girl. “Over here.” A male voice comes from behind her. “Is this your house?” She asks as she turns around to face the boy she was looking for. “It was.” He tells her as he steps closer to her. “I’ll tell you all about it. But first… did you bring the flower?” He asks as he circles her. “I couldn’t find it.” She tells him truthfully and a little saddened. “That’s okay.” She turns around to face him yet again. “But since you don’t have it, I’m gonna need that kiss.” He says, stepping closer to her. He leans down, she hesitates but allows him to kiss her and kisses him back heatedly. It’s broken when the house grows dark and is seen for what it really is. The burnt down hale house, when Lydia pulls away she’s met with a burned and melted Peter hale. Lydia lets out a terrified whimper backing up against the old fire place as Peter keeps moving closer, as she slides down to the floor. “Is something wrong?” He questions. The Martin girl lets out an ear piecing scream.

Across town the twins and Stiles help carry a still seizing Erica into the broken down train where Derek places her on the floor. “Pull her up.” He tells any of the three, stiles steps in the fastest sitting behind her so her back rests on his knees, Scott sit beside them while y/n stands next to her brother, all of them looking panicked and worried. “Is she dying?” Stiles questions frantically. “She might, I… which is why this is gonna hurt.” Derek tells them, Y/n frowns at that not understanding as she watches Derek grab ahold of his female betas arm with both hands and snaps it. Erica letting out a pain filled scream. “ oh my god! What the hell!” Y/n yells in shock. “You broke her arm!” Stiles yells just as shocked. Scott sit on the floor with a handover his mouth not knowing what to think or say about all this. “It will trigger the healing process.” Derek explains looking up to the McCall girl then back down to his beta. “I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it’s really gonna hurt.” The Alpha adds before before squeezing Eric’s arm where the bone broke through the skin, blood pouring out of her wound as the blondes screams get louder. Stiles is still holding her, Scott can’t say anything and Y/n can’t help the silent tears that escape from behind her eyes as she watches Erica try to squirm away from the pain. What feels like minutes is really only seconds before her screams stop and she slouches against stiles, exhausted barely conscious now. She looks up to Stiles. “Stiles.. you make a good Batman.” She whispers to him before passing out.

Derek exits the train, the others Scott and Y/n following him out. “You know who it is.” It’s not a question it’s a statement from the tone of Scott’s. voice. Derek turns around and glances between the twins. His eyes land on Y/n as he sits down on a crate, his eyes portraying a silent apology for not listening to them. “Jackson.” He finally says. “You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn’t you?” All Derek does is nod at the boys question. The McCall twins look to each other, a silent conversation. “We’re gonna help you stop him.” Scott tells the older man. “As part of your pack.” The boy adds. Both Derek and Y/n looking at him in surprise, that wasn’t part of their silent conversation. “If you want me in, fine. But we’ll do it on one condition.” He looks to his sister for support, she nods letting him know he’s got it. He turns back to Derek and continues. “We’re gonna catch him, not kill him.” “And?” Derek asks, sensing there’s more. “And we do it my way.” Derek reluctantly nods his agreement, and Scott’s turns back to the train to talk to Stiles who hasn’t left Erica’s side. Looking in the direction her brother went, trying to shake the bad feeling that keeps creeping up, she’s startled slightly when I hand brushes against her forehead, just at the hairline I small yet noticeable purple bruise has formed. “Are you okay?” The man asks, now standing only inches from her. “It’s just a bruise, it’ll heal.” She tries to brush it off. “I am sorry. I should have listened to you. All of you.” Y/n stays silent. “I meant to apologize a few days ago, but then you tried to stab me.” He smirks. That comment causes a small laugh to slip from the McCall girls lips, which only made Derek’s smirk turn into a full smile, until it dropped when he saw hers had. “You could have succeeded. Things could have gone completely different, and you very well could have killed her.” She can’t look at him. She wants to, but the idea that she could have lost Lydia forever causes her heart to shatter. “And we still would have ended up here, because it was never her to begin with.” A larger hand wraps around her smaller one, finally looking up, an apology written clear as day all over this face. “You’re right. I could have killed an innocent girl. And I’m glad things didn’t go that way. From now on I’ll listen, before I act.” As the two seem to be in their own bubble, it goes unnoticed of the three watching and listening from the fogged out window of the train, Stiles doesn’t look happy, he still doesn’t trust the older man, Scott looks conflicted, he doesn’t fully trust Derek either, but he’s also never seen her like this, walls down and open with anyone let alone a guy other then him and Stiles. “He really does seem to care about her.” Erica voices. The two boys look to the blonde then to each other, then back to the two standing outside the train. “I don’t trust him.” Stiles argues. “We trust her though.” Is all Scott has to say for the Stilinski boy to drop it, because his friend is right.

Back at the hospital, Melissa stands in a room with the woman from the trailer, a nurse wheeling away the baby she had just had so the new mom could get some rest, Melissa makes her way to follow after when the woman grabs her wrist. “Please… you have to tell him.” She pleads. “It’s okay, your baby’s fine.” The McCall woman smiles. “Not… the baby.” This grabs the nurse’s attention. “Okay.” “He killed Sean.” A soft look graces the nurses face. “Home, the police know.” “They don’t… they didn’t see it. It wasn’t human.” The woman says as she passes out from exhaustion. Melissa just nods thinking the woman is just tired and gently leaves the room.

Back at the train station the lot of them are talking hoping to come up with a game plan, Y/n isn’t paying attention, somethings wrong, one of those things being Lydia, since the night on the lacrosse field she seems to be able to sense when the strawberry blonde is scared or in distress, but it’s something else to, she’s putting the chains back in the trunk… not something she thought she would be doing if it wasn’t for this feeling and these mumbled voices in her damn head right now she’s find it almost comical. She can feel her heart rate pick up.

A black hooded figure opens up the door to the woman’s hospital room, she in a daze and what she sees is blurry but she sees it come closer to her. Her breathing comes out rapidly as the person now stands at her bedside. “Please.. no.. no.” She weakly begs as a black gloved hand comes up to cover her mouth and nose. She tries to fight but to no veil within a minute the woman is dead and a baby is left without anyone. The hooded person walks out like nothing had happened.

Still sitting in the burnt down hale house and burned peter comes to sit next to her, her eyes blown wide with fear and confusion. “I’m so sorry, Lydia. All of this must be terribly confusing. But at least you know that you’re not actually crazy. Well.. not completely. There’s bound to be some residual effects, but you’re a strong girl, personally I think that you’re gonna pull through this with a minimal amount of post traumatic stress. Or maybe.. a few years of profoundly disturbing nightmares. I had a plan you know.” He nuzzles into the girl who can’t seem to move, frozen in shock. “It was a good plan. But there’s one thing that I’ve learned in life, it’s to always have a backup. That would be you and Y/n, but I can’t seem to get into that girls head, so my plan now falls on you. You’re immunity make you a perfect plan b. you wouldn’t turn from the bite. You wouldn’t die. But you would be able to do…. One very important thing. Do you know what that is. Lydia?” Peter disappears with a loud roar. “LYDIA!” The girl jumps in her place now flashes of the boy trying to get her attention was never real just a way ti get inside her head and lure her to what Peter actually needed. Opening her hand she find the purple flower she was looking for, she now senses him, he’s under the house.