Set at the end of Master Plan (S2 E12). This is my first fanfic and any constructive criticism would be nice.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Teen Wolf.


Jackson was sat beside Lydia, her knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel of her car tightly. Jackson smiled thankfully as she stopped outside his house. Clambering out of the car he felt Lydia reach his side, as she was about to help him mount the stairs up to his house he saw a blurriness creeping up at the edges of his vision. Looking at Lydia he noticed she looked a little unsteady on her feet. He opened his mouth to ask her if she was okay, when she dropped to her knees, his arm shot out to grab her but as he jerked forward he fell face first.

Darkness claimed them.


Chris walked into his daughter's room just as Scott left. Sitting himself on the bed he felt her curl up into a ball beside him. Wrapping an arm protectively around her he pulled her close offering her silent comfort. The lights in his daughter's, Allison's bedroom went out and they were plunged into darkness.


"Wait!" Boyd cried out as he gasped for breath. He propped himself up against the cool bark of a tree beside him.

"What? Are you okay?" asked Erica, a frightened frown marring her features.

"Yeah" he panted hands clasped on his knees "I just... I just need to catch my breath". Suddenly, they both snapped their heads to their left noticing somebody creeping up on them, then to the right, growls echoing around them.

They were surrounded. Then Erica felt the world give way beneath her feet - Boyd collapsing beside - her and soon all they knew was darkness.


Deaton studied the black blood on his glove with interest and he only looked up as a shadow fell upon him. He smiled.

"I should have guessed, Scott attract assorts." Holding out his hand he allowed himself to be consumed by darkness.


"They're already here" Peter stated. Isaac lifted his hand up and placed a hand on the symbol painted on the door of the burnt Hale house. Isaac opened his mouth only to find his tongue unable to move. His hand flew to his throat and as he did so a black fog descended upon him enveloping Peter and Peter's nephew, Derek, with him.


"Hey!" Stiles yelled with amusement, "I said no wolf powers!" Scott sent him a smug grin before throwing the lacrosse ball back but instead of hitting the ground in front of Stiles it exploded, excreting a foul black mass that covered them both.