#kingteufel

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Stiles frowned as he looked at the book he was flipping through for school. He couldn’t focus and everything simply felt strange but he really had to figure this thing out. It was due the day after and he’d already been postponing it ... or rather ... procrastinating like a professional as he usually did. 

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Eichen's house reeked not only from fear and pain but most importantly from anger. A lot of supernatural beings locked up in one building, feeding on one another's rage was not something to ignore. Yet, that was exactly what everyone tried to do - ignore the potential threat that Eichen house has become over the past couple of years. Now whenever something bad was going on in the Beacon Hills, the Eichen’s House closed unit was always the one to blame as they failed to keep whatever, whoever was locked in there to stay there - locked.  This was just another one of those days when Lydia found herself on its doorsteps, investigating who got out this time. 

It never was easy with the management of Eichen House. They didn’t want to provide the information to anyone about who was locked in the closed unit, and why they were locked in there. If there was someone missing from that unit, they tried their best to cover it up. That worked well with the police, but they never managed to fool a Banshee. The strawberry blonde knew that there was something majorly wrong going on in the facility, and she didn’t wait for someone to give her the information. She was out to get it herself. 

Roaming the dimmed corridors of the closed unit, she let Banshee do the work - find whatever she was there to find so she could save her friends yet again. It didn’t take a while for her feet to find a path to one of the cells. It was not empty as she expected it would be. Instead, she found herself looking at someone through the glass wall. Someone she had never seen before. 

❝ Who are you? ❞ 

The blonde wasn’t expecting to see Anakin show up at her quarter. She was dressed in a tank-top and shorts. She spent most the morning or meditating “I honestly wasn’t expecting visitors. She blushes when Anakin mentions about her short shorts, “I uhm.” she pauses and glances down “if you want to come in I can go change?”

     Evening walks weren’t beyond the hybrid; he often found himself strolling about with no real destination in mind  — if only to indulge in the potential reverie such a solitary walk could provide. Though, the harsh light shone in his face in passing served as a 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 reminder as to why, perhaps, these walks to gather his thoughts were not entirely worth the 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲. 

It was jarring to see someone out such a ways; it was the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Clark took to these parts merely because he had the ability to do so and found solace knowing that it was not common for others to be mulling about in the same area. 

Uncommon but not impossible...as evident by the stranded motorist.  ❝ Flat tire? ❞ once the blinding light had left him, he dropped his hand that he’d used to shield himself. His gaze slid over the situation, thoughts working to formulate how he wanted to go about the situation. Frankly, it was best to just leave the stranger to it and let him tough it out himself. But, he knew there was little harm that could come to him from helping out and it seemed like the sort of situation his mother would have chewed him out for ignoring.