"Where's Isaac?"
Allison asked as she peered out the window to find the tall boy with the curly hair no longer standing outside with the rest of his pack.
"What was that?" Lydia asked Jackson as she heard something smash onto her hard wooden floor.
The kiss the former lovers shared a minute ago meant nothing to Jackson and Lydia knew it the second she broke away.
She quickly but carefully made her way out the door to check what was happening.
Her eyes still puffy from her meltdown a couple of seconds ago,
Jackson meant the world to her,
but she knew that her feelings weren't reciprocated.
He had asked her for his key back,
and that was the only thing she had left of him.
It was more than a key to his house,
it meant more than just that, to both of them.
She heard growls and the tears began streaming again when she heard a thump on the ground,
it almost sounded like a body falling.
"What's happening?" she asked herself in a gravelly voice.
God, this was not a situation she needed, not at a time like this, not after the accident.
She jumped when she saw her best friend running into the dimly lit corridor.
Allison tried covering up the fact that she was scared.
Though Lydia could tell in a second with the way her body quivered.
"Someone's trying to break in," Allison told her in a worried tone.
"Go!" she ordered her friend.
Lydia took a second to process what was happening.
"Lydia, go!" she yelled.
Lydia then whined out of fear and ran into her room where Jackson was supposed to be waiting for her.
"Jackson?" she called for him in a scared voice.
She then looked to her left to find that the window was open and that he had jumped out.
God, she knew she meant nothing to him but she hoped he'd atleast stay to protect her, asshole.
She was now determined to get over the boy who broke her heart, whatever it takes.
With Isaac on the loose neither Stiles nor Allison was guarding the door, big mistake.
Soon Erica and Boyd came smashing through the door scanning the room quickly for Lydia.
Allison swiftly got her bow out and began shooting,
Stiles on the other hand contemplated knocking Boyd to the floor but there wasn't a chance in hell that would work.
So he stuck with what he did best, talking.
"Come on Boyd, you don't have to do this!" he started as Boyd got angrier and angrier.
Neither of Lydia's two protectors; the boy who loved her and her best friend realized that Isaac was nowhere to be found and out for blood, her blood.
Meanwhile Lydia's heart rate hadn't slowed down one bit as she sat against her bathroom sink panting.
She still had absolutely no idea what was happening outside, and that part probably scared her the most.
She heard something fall to the ground and started sniveling.
The only brief information she was given was that someone was trying to break in, and that Lydia seemed more valuable than Stiles or Allison.
If they wanted to risk themselves for her, she wasn't going to fight it, not if it was just a theft.
But if anything happened to Allison or even Stiles for that matter, she was never going to forgive herself.
She inhaled and exhaled as hot tears trickled down her face.
She had a strong feeling that this was way worse than just a theft.
There was a sudden movement of the door handle, but Lydia didn't notice it quick enough.
Before she had the time to scream Isaac had made his way through the bathroom door and covered her mouth with his hand.
He could feel her tears dripping down his palm and her wide green eyes pleading him.
"Don't scream or I'll kill you right here, right now." He warned her as he took his hand of her lips.
They were protecting her from Isaac? Sure he didn't seem like a peoples person, but a killer?
Her heart began to gallop like a stampede of gazelles running from a cheetah.
Lydia's arms shook in terror as she attempted wiping her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered sobbing in the middle.
"You know why Lydia," he replied bluntly as he sat in front of her getting his claws out ready to rip her apart.
The girl was so caught up in her misfortune she didnt even notice the boys nails being replaced.
This was going to be an easy kill.
She looked confused, and he laughed in a non-amused way, like she did a year and a half ago when he asked her out.
"Do you remember when I asked you out beginning of freshmen year?" Isaac asked her looking straight into her tear accumulated shiny green eyes.
Funny how his serial killer type dialogue was so suddenly replaced by that of a love-struck teenager.
Though the vibe he still gave out was petrifying and there was absolutely nothing love-struck about it.
His blue eyes and his sinful smile screamed vengeance.
"That's why you're doing this?" she asked him almost instantly as she tried backing away from him as he moved closer.
She tried grasping the door knob to make a quick exit but Isaac just leaned on it.
With his werewolf strength there was no chance Lydia could open it.
"Do you remember Lydia?" he was yelling now, loud enough to scare the shit out of her but soft enough to not let the others know he was up here.
She stood up back against the wall, terror-stricken by his sudden fury, but she nodded sheepishly.
"You rejected me remember that?" he stood up and looked almost heartbroken.
"You even laughed at me," he laughed in a tragic way, like he was about to burst into tears, but he never did.
"Do you remember that?" he asked as he inched closer.
"I was fourteen and I just needed someone," he looked straight at her with his mystery filled eyes.
He could feel her heartbeat quicken and he smirked placing both this hands on the wall trapping her inside.
"With my brother dying and my asshole of a dad and everything else that was going on. I just needed love."
His smirk was replaced by a gravelly voice and depressed look on his face but he got over it quickly.
He pulled a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
"I loved you," he whispered putting his rough cold hands on her face giving her his classic lost puppy eyes.
The words hit her like a ton of bricks, he loved her?
She almost felt sorry and felt like she deserved to die in the hands of the boy she had crushed, but she shook those thoughts out of her head.
"But I wasn't good enough for you, was I Lydia Martin?" he growled in her ear.
He tugged at her sleeve and it fell down to the joint in her arm revealing her bare back and shoulders.
He retracted his claws and began drawing swirls on her back as his head remained near her ear.
With the sudden spring of pain, she didn't even notice his claws and assumed he had a knife with him, which made her heart pace even faster.
She attempted pushing him away from her with her arms, but failed miserably.
The dark red swirls then travelled up to her shoulder.
There was an abrupt beeping sound that came from Isaac's phone.
He shot his neck out a little to get a look at the screen.
It's not her, get out of there.-Derek
Isaac smirked as he continued drawing swirls on her pale skin.
Well he was here now, might as well have some fun.
"Stop Isaac, please," she moaned in pain.
He retracted his claws and started licking the open wounds on her shoulder.
"Isaac please," she moaned again both out of agony and pleasure.
There was a tingling feeling that took over Isaac every time she said his name with her beautifully painful voice, it was almost magical.
A cruel nostalgic feeling gave Lydia Goosebumps when Isaac put his rough hands on her.
Her mind flashed back to the earlier this afternoon when he seemed ever so eager to sit next to Lydia in chemistry,
and when he finally did there legs grazed against each other and his broad shoulders practically overlapped hers.
She remembered his hands brushing against hers a couple of times in the fifteen minutes he spent with her.
"I remember the day I fell for you," he laughed as he clawed her bare shoulder bringing her back to the present moment.
It stung, those cuts stung and penetrated her body like nothing or no one ever did.
"The last day of eighth grade, do you remember?" he asked his claw drawing something into her shoulder as she winced.
He was doing a fine job at hiding his inhuman hands.
Lydia had never ever cut herself, though she had been contemplating it more and more since the year began.
She'd read books and heard about how a simple cut can make you feel like there are no problems in your life,
like in that very moment the pain in fact relieves you from everything else going on.
But most of all drawing your own blood was supposed to make you feel alive.
And so it did, except it felt even better when Isaac Lahey did it for you.
Isaac knew a little something about pain, both physical and emotional.
First came the emotional pain; Losing his brother was the beginning of the end for him.
After his brother died, his father was completely distraught; he lost his favorite son after all.
He treated Isaac like he was nothing, like a whisper in his windstorm of a life.
Soon after, he was circled by the physical pain; his jackass of a father.
Isaac knew it would take much more than therapy for him to ever stop having the most vivid nightmares,
or even flashbacks of what it felt like to be locked in a freezer by your own father.
Everyday he'd come to school with a black eye or a bruised lip or a gash on the side of his face, and no one would notice.
Why? Because Isaac Lahey was a loner, and for some reason he never seemed to mind.
"I remember every single detail," he sneered.
"You were wearing a shirt and a navy skirt with roses printed all over it," his lips moved against her ear as he spoke.
She didn't know what to say.
She turned towards Isaac looking him straight in the eyes; she caught a glimpse of yellow flashing in his iris but vanished in a second.
She moaned as Isaac finished carving whatever it is that he was carving in her skin.
She turned around to read the letters 'I.L' engraved into her pale bruised shoulder.
He placed his mouth on her open cuts as she froze in discomfort.
He travelled up to her neck and began kissing it lustily.
"Isaac," she whimpered.
"I was never good enough for you Lydia," he purred.
The two teenagers did have one thing in common though, the fear of never being good enough.
Isaac did his best to get his father to be proud of his accomplishments;
making the lacrosse team, getting above average grades in almost every subject and several other things.
But his dad didn't care, not until he did badly in something, then suddenly it was all screaming and throwing.
Isaac knew he tried, and that was enough to keep him on his feet.
Lydia on the other hand worked at getting her GPA to a 5.0 still her mother didn't care.
It wasn't until the accident that her mother finally noticed her. The accident.
Every single time she heard a rustle of leaves or a twig snap or even a simple howl of the wind she'd run away or lock her doors,
though she knew that that wasn't going to be of much use.
She'd stay up till absurd times of the night hoping she could blink without that man crawling into her head.
She slept for less than four hours every night, though the makeup was able to cover up most of the side effects.
Now that it wasn't only affecting her mental state but her physical appearance too,
she knew it was time to sort out her problems, starting with the boy licking her neck.
But she didn't want this to stop, not now at least.
He then travelled up to her jaw and she did nothing to stop him.
He stopped before he reached her lips.
"Am I good enough for you now, Lydia?" he smirked looking at her perfect pink lips.
She stopped for a second, looking into his big sky blue eyes questioning his motive.
But then there was a sudden spark that took over her body, a spark that told her it didn't matter what his motives were.
What mattered was that they were both simply lost, confused and both emotionally and physically wrecked.
She took that as a sign, that the gods wanted these two to find solace in eachother and crashed her lips onto his.
He almost instantaneously kissed her back with his rough werewolf like passion.
The two could feel the instant connection they had with each other, it wasn't something that could easily have been ignored.
Both of them could have sworn that a small fraction of the giant hole in their hearts caused by serious loneliness had healed.
Though neither of them believed they possessed any feelings for one another other than lust.
That spark inside of Lydia that she tried ever so hard to contain soon spread through the both of them and turned into a wild fire.
Allison, Scott, and Stiles were outside the house otherwise there was no chance they
wouldn't have heard the loud banging on the bathroom door, the high-pitched shrieks and the low gritty moans.
The unconfined moans, gasps, and cuss' echoed through the lonely empty house.
Lydia suspected something wrong when he attacked her with such an animal like need,
but then she just figured it had been a while since he had been laid being the antisocial bad boy he is.
Then again, there was Erica. The two seemed to be best buds since her sudden transformation from beast to babe.
But honestly, the attitude that chick had was revolting, even by Lydia's standards.
First the tight, low cut tops and short skirts that made all the boys crazy, then the relentless flirting.
It was no wonder Isaac hung out with her all the time, since all he seemed to want was sex anyway.
When the deed was done, Lydia looked at her bare body in the mirror identifying the areas with bruises as she turned around.
Nine, he had left nine bruises most on her back and legs and some on her neck and stomach.
Isaac watched her twirl around checking herself out.
If only she didn't know how beautiful she was then he might have actually had a chance back in freshmen year.
She tied her hair in a high ponytail before sighing and beginning to dress herself.
He stood up wearing only his jeans as he walked up behind her in the mirror.
She looked at the two figures in the reflection; they would have made a cute couple if no one lifted their shirts to find the several purple patches.
He sighed as he bent down and caught a whiff of her watermelon scented hair before he spoke into her ear.
"I think I'm going to leave now," he whispered.
"Wait, I'm the one who has to tell you to leave!" she exclaimed but not too loudly and not too confidently.
She was still scared, scared of him, scared of what he's capable of and she didn't even know he had the ability to change into a genocidal man-wolf.
All the boys Lydia had ever hooked up with were entranced with her,
they wouldn't leave until Lydia asked them too and even then they'd put up a fight,
in certain cases she even had to threaten to call the police, that's the kind of effect she had on men.
So it was no wonder she was mortified when Isaac told her he was done with her.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Princess. But I'm going to leave now, because I want to, not because you told me to."
He replied sliding his shirt over his head picking his phone up from the floor.
Twelve missed calls from Erica, surprise surprise.
He knew there was probably something important going on, but it could wait.
"So Derek and I are pretty close," Isaac says matter of factly. Lydia nods her head smiling slightly at his random comment
thinking they may actually be talking like two normal kids as she buttoned up her skirt.
"He gifted me a bike," he paused to smirk as he slid on his leather jacket.
"With an engine," his smirk grew bigger as he zipped his jacket up acting like he was way too cool to be talking to Lydia Martin.
The girl was confused for a couple of seconds before the events of that day came flooding back and she couldn't help but laugh to herself.
Her laugh was so pure, so innocent, and almost heavenly.
But it soon faded away and was replaced by a smile,
a smile Isaac grew to adore from the day he decided he loved her.
But a smile he slowly started to hate after she rejected him in an ever so cruel manner.
He gave her one last smirk before opening the bathroom door.
It was almost laughable how the atmosphere in the room had changed within minutes.
How it went from bloodlust to sex will be a mystery neither of them will ever solve.
It was weird though, when Lydia was with him there was a certain kind of tension.
Tension she had never had with anyone else, and it felt pretty damn good.
"Isaac?" she whispered and he turned around giving her a questioning look.
"I thought you came here to kill me?" she asked folding her hands across her chest.
He laughed a little; she actually thought he was warming up to her.
But if she was being totally honest, she was still pretty scared.
"Yeah, mission accomplished." He smirked before shutting the door behind him leaving behind a very confused Lydia.
She didn't have a clue what he meant, and it scared her slightly.
'Honestly, what was the mysterious yet completely breath taking Isaac Lahey playing at?' She asked herself.
She peered out of the bathroom window as she watched the tall, beautiful boy walk up to his bike.
He took a seat before grabbing his helmet from the handle.
He stopped moving for a second and looked up at the window.
He spotted the strawberry blonde curls swaying as her green eyes were locked straight on him.
He smirked at the girl, knowing everything he wanted a year and a half ago had just come true.
But he also knew, that feelings for her still lingered in the pits of his knotted messed up soul.
And that she didn't feel the same way, and probably never would.
He gave her a brief look, not a smile, not a smirk, not a death stare, just a look, before he strapped on his helmet and rode off on his bike.
The bike that had an engine, not a chain.
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