Lydia bent down to apply lip gloss to the pale lips, coloring them in pinkish red color. Almost looking like blood except for the gloss and pink splashed along in there.
The lipgloss wasn't necessary, but nonetheless, as she leaned back, Lydia could see how the color made the blue eyes pop on the boy's face. Outlining them. Making the contrast of the colors and pale skin even more noticeable.
It was her mark. A little note that not all 'evil' was done by men. Derek, of all of them, knew that.
And yet it was only Stiles that suspected something was off.
Lydia smiled, pulling off the plastic gloves.
She hadn't expected it to be him, it wasn't meant to be, but the more she had watched him more she wanted it to be. It might have messed up a few plans, completely threw some things off course but it was all minor ticks to the plan. A tiny imperfection that could be easily fixed.
All she needed to happen was for the body to be found.
"You be good now," She said quietly, smoothing out the suit collar and playfully patting at the unmoving chest, "'Cause you'll be bringing a lot of trouble later."
No marks left behind, no signs that she had been there besides the lipgloss, nothing linking her back to the scene.
A wolfish smile spread her lips wide over her teeth.
This town was getting a wakeup call they hadn't seen yet.
I came up with this from listening to Miss. Jackson by Panic!at the disco. I know murder isn't exactly *coughs* the theme of the song but when I hear 'climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark, no one knows it's you~" makes me think of murder. I actually wrote this a while a go. Figured there's no harm in putting it up