This is just a short story. Will only be two chapters. I wrote it for a contest MTV was having way back after season one was just ending. And it was picked as the winning entry! Hope you enjoy :)

The Dream

A huge fire loomed before me. My skin tingled with the intensity of the roaring flames and beads of sweat broke out across my face. My ears were filled with the screams of people I could only guess were trapped inside the raging fire. Determined to help in any way I could, I inched closer, choking on the thick smoke that made my eyes water. I could hardly see anything.

Suddenly, a voice called out my name.

I would recognize that voice anywhere.

"Scott?" I cried, turning around and frantically searching for him amidst the black smoke. Finally, I saw him come hurrying toward me. "Scott," I called out to him, "what's going on?"

Scott didn't say anything, but he reached his hand out to me. Just before our fingers could touch, an arrow soared through the air, whizzing past my ear before it struck Scott in the chest. "No," I screamed as he fell to the ground gasping for a breath. I fell to my knees by his side on the forest floor, and cried, "Scott, no!"

I watched helplessly as blood seeped through his shirt, staining the material a deep scarlet color while the same warm liquid also began to trickle out the corner of his mouth. "Allison," he gasped, his eyes roaming, unable to find me, unable to focus.

"I'm here," I sobbed, taking his hand in mine and kissing it. "Stay with me, Scott," I begged him as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. "Please don't leave me. Please."

I watched as Scott's pain filled eyes finally settled on something behind me, growing wide with fear. Following his gaze, I saw my father lowering the bow from which the deadly arrow had come. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but at that same moment, a low growl that sent chills down my back ripped through the the air. Seconds later, the creature that had made the sound, the most frightening monster I'd ever seen, charged through the smoke and tackled my father to the ground. The thing that was not quite man, yet not quite animal fought against and wrestled with Dad. It was like watching a train wreck. It was horrible and I wanted to look away, or help, or something, but a morbid fascination kept me watching from where I kneeled beside Scott.

With a quick blow to the head, Dad slumped to the ground, unconscious. The monster then turned towards me, and when his brilliant blue eyes met mine, a terrified shriek pierced my ears. It took me a moment to realize it was me who was screaming.

I awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for air, a swift knock coming from the other side of my bedroom door. "Allison," my mother called. "Are you awake? You're going to be late for school."

"I'm awake," I groaned. I had a feeling that this was going to be a very long day. Thank God it's Friday.

I sat in my first period class, unable to focus on anything my instructor was saying. I just couldn't get that dream out of my head. I kept seeing Scott's face twisted in pain, and then those blue eyes staring at me. It had all felt so real, and this wasn't the first time I'd had this terrible nightmare either. It seemed like every night since Aunt Kate gave me the necklace with the Argent family crest on it, I've been haunted by those eyes. That has to mean something, doesn't it? There has to be a connection somewhere, right? Well, I think so anyway.

The more I thought about my dream, though it hardly seems fair to call it that because it is by far the very worst nightmare I've ever had, the more my mind raced with questions I didn't know how to answer. Why did Dad shoot Scott? I know he's not exactly fond of him, but surely he doesn't hate him enough to kill him. What had caused that huge fire in the woods? And what in the world was that thing that attacked Dad before staring me down?

I jumped when the bell rang, dismissing us for second period. As I gathered up my things, my heart began to pound within my chest. I had next period with Scott, and I was anxious to see him. Even though I know it was just a dream, I want to make sure he's alright. I raced down the hall and arrived far too early for our economics class. Coach Finstock wasn't even in the room yet, but I didn't care. This way I'd be able to see Scott the moment he walks into the room.

Five minutes later, he did. Without really giving it a second thought, I jumped up and ran over to him, throwing my arms around his neck. After getting over the surprise of being attacked so early in the morning, he wrapped his arms around me too. Behind him, Stiles walked sideways to squeeze past us, attempting to get to his desk. I heard him clear his throat and mutter an awkward good morning, but I really wasn't paying that much attention.

"How's your morning been?" Scott asked, his arms still around me.

"It's getting better," I grinned, leaning in to press my lips to his.

"What was that for?" he asked. One corner of his mouth turned up in a crooked grin that I loved before he quickly added, "Not that I mind or anything."

"Just for being you," I sighed happily.

"Alright everyone! Settle down. Argent! McCall! Take your seats," Coach Finstock barked, making me jump slightly. I hadn't even heard him come in the room. Scott took my hand, leading me to our desks. Sitting behind him, I couldn't focus any more than I could during first period. This time however, I didn't really mind.

At lunch, my mind again drifted to the nightmare. It was frustrating to have so many unanswered questions. Especially when I have no idea where or how to get the answers.

"Allison!"

Scott's voice snapped me out of my trance. "What?" I asked, turning to look at him. The concerned expression on his face told me he'd probably been trying to get my attention for some time now.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "You seem kind of out of it today."

I shook my head. Scott always seemed to have a lot on his mind. I didn't want to add to his stress by telling him about a silly dream I couldn't stop thinking about. "I'm just a little tired."

"Do you still wanna go to the bonfire tonight?"

"Oh, yeah," I nodded quickly. Honestly though, I'd forgotten about the bonfire we all had planned for tonight.

"Are you sure?" he asked sweetly. "'Cause we don't have to go."

"I want to, really," I smiled, taking his hand underneath the table. Scott smiled back at me and I felt my heart leap into my throat.

"Could you two be any louder?" Jackson hissed. "I'd like to get this thing going before someone tries to shut it down."

A threatening glance was directed towards Stiles who groaned and rolled his eyes. "Why would I tell my dad about a party taking place after curfew that I'm going to be at? Give me a little more credit, huh guys?"

"When you earn it," Scott laughed. "You always get caught."

"Well I have a plan this time."

I tried not to laugh. In the short time that I'd known him, Stiles' plans have been less than fool proof. "Great," Scott sighed and I noticed a smile playing at his lips. "We're screwed."

Stiles scowled, and I didn't realize until Scott protested aloud that Stiles had kicked him in the shin. I took a sip of my water to hide my laughter. Tonight would be anything but boring with these two.

"What are you up to tonight?" Dad said as I made my way from the kitchen after dinner up to my room.

"Oh you know," I shrugged, trying to sound calm when my heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. "Studying, e-mails, a good book. The usual."

"That's what I like to hear," he muttered, turning back to the magazine he was reading. I couldn't help but notice though, that he kept glancing at the door as if he were waiting for someone. Normally, I would've made a beeline for my room as soon as the opportunity presented itself, but his behavior had me curious.

"You ok, Dad?"

"Yeah," he nodded quickly.

"If you're worried about Aunt Kate, don't be," I said. Aunt Kate had gone out tonight, and I thought he might be worried about her with all the mountain lion attacks that had been happening recently. "She can take care of herself."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he said quietly.

I decided to drop the subject. If he didn't want to tell me what was wrong, fine. I had to get upstairs anyway. Scott would be coming over to pick me up for the bonfire soon and my only route of escape was through my bedroom window. With a shrug I said, "Ok, well goodnight Dad," before hurrying up the stairs. I shut the door behind me and flipped on the lights. When I did, I saw Scott standing in the middle of my room.

"The window was open," he said with that adorable crooked smile. "It seemed like a better idea than waiting in the car."

"Much better than waiting in the car," I agreed before running into his arms. He kissed me and I kissed him. My heart began to beat wildly. What I felt for Scott constantly amazed me. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

He began to kiss my neck and we ended up sitting on my bed with me on his lap. Suddenly, the phone in his jacket pocket began to buzz. "Stiles," he groaned, burying his in my shoulder.

"Answer it," I laughed, running my fingers through his dark hair. "He'll keep calling back until you do."

Scott fished the phone out of his pocket and held it to his ear. From what I could tell, Stiles was annoyed that he was having to set everything up himself and he wanted to know where Scott was.

"Ok! Yes, we'll be right there," he sighed, shutting the phone and turning his attention back to me. "Stiles wants..."

"Us to go so we can help him set up?" I finished for him.

"Yeah," he said with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry."

"That's ok. We can do this later," I smiled. Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered, "It'll be more romantic in the woods anyway."

I felt a smile spread across his face as I pressed my lips to his jaw. Then, laughing, I hopped up and pulled him to the window. "Come on. Let's go before he calls you again."

Scott groaned but followed. I had one leg out the window when he grabbed my arm. I turned my head and he kissed me. "Ok," he grinned when we broke apart. "Now we can go."