CHAPTER 8

That Wednesday afternoon found Lily in Deaton's clinic, reclined on a metal chair. It reminded her of going to the dentist, only that in the dentist they put a bright light on you, whilst in the vet's clinic there were two large syringes on the table, ready and waiting. There were multiple wires attached to one large monitor on the Vet's desk, which was currently black.

"Do you ever get actual animals as patients?" Lily joked, Allison rolling her eyes behind her.

"Recently? No," Deaton replied honestly, inspecting one of the syringes, "But that's given me plenty of time to work on your... Problem."

"The amnesia," Lily concluded, "Any reason why you didn't invite the puppy pack?"

"I didn't think you'd appreciate them being here, not on the first trial anyway," Deaton explained, turning to Lily, "I'll be injecting the serum into your neck, which should make you re-live through any forgotten memories. I can't guarantee what you'll see, however the wires will be able to display an image once they're attached to your neck. The second serum will bring you back."

"So essentially you'll be seeing into my mind," Lily concluded, "Have you ever tried this on anyone before?"

"I used a similar method on a werewolf a long time ago," Deaton explained vaguely, "If anything goes wrong, the system will produce a mild electric shock that will bring you back. I'll also be able to communicate with you through the monitor."

"Fun," Lily muttered, "So, when do we start?"

"You don't have to do this," Allison suggested, taking a step forwards, "There are other ways. There must be other ways."

"If you find any let me know," Lily responded, turning to Deaton, "I'm ready."

Deaton nodded, and in only a few seconds, he had the syringe positioned at her neck, the tip of the large needle barely pricking her skin.

"I should probably mention that this is going to hurt," Deaton added casually, "A lot."

Before she could reply, she felt an excruciating pain radiate from her neck. She clutched her neck once the needle had been removed. However, soon she found the world around her blurring, her hand falling back to her side limply.

The world turned black.


The room spun around her. She was in class, she knew that, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what class she was in.

She could feel her body flushing, yet her hands shaking from the cold. She knew she shouldn't have listened to Ethan, shouldn't have stopped taking the pills. They'd helped her deal with everything, and now, she was worse than before.

When the final bell for that class rang, she'd packed her stuff and fled the class quickly, searching blindly for the art room. It had become her safe place, the only place no one would look for her in.

She crashed through the door and into a stool, clutching the wood as she took deep breaths. Deep down, she knew it wasn't the pills. Not really. She knew why she was reacting so badly, and it was much worse than withdrawal symptoms.

"Come on Lily, let me in," a voice taunted her, "We could have so much fun."

"Never," she spat, gritting her teeth as she clutched her head in pain, "I'm never going to give up."

"But you already have," the voice continued to taunt her, "You're weak. Pathetic. No wonder your parents got rid of you."

"Shut up," she muttered, eyes morphing as she bit her lip in pain.

"But you know it's true," the voice continued, getting closer and closer each minute, "You know what you are? You're useless. A messenger of death. No one would care if you-"

"Lily!"

Lily spun around painfully to see none other than Ethan at the door, his brother in tow. He quickly crouched down next to her, taking her hands in his.

"I knew we shouldn't have asked you to do this," he murmured, "You should've told us-"

"Told you what?" Lily demanded, "Told you he'd found me? What does that change? It's too late."

"It's not too late," Ethan begged, "We know people. We can find you help. We can get rid of him."

"And then what?" Lily demanded, her voice falling to a whisper, "What if it's too late?"


Lily woke up with a cough, still lying on the reclined chair. She wheezed as she sat up, holding her chest as she looked around the clinic. Her eyes fell on Deaton, who was looking at her with a hint of shock.

"Why did you wake me up?" she demanded, "What happened?"

"He didn't wake you up," Allison whispered, "You woke yourself up."

At that, Lily sat up, "What? Is that even possible?"

"You were in that chair for forty three minutes," Deaton explained as he looked at his monitor, typing a few commands in, "And just so you know, you woke yourself up."

"Allison told me," Lily snapped back, "What I want to know is how."

Deaton raised his eyebrow, "Well I'm sorry I can't talk to ghosts. And how? I don't know."

Lily groaned, falling back in the seat. Her body was still glittery from the events, but she took a moment to piece everything together.

She'd been a cheerleader in her old school. She'd begun dating a guy in the football team. He clearly didn't have great habits as that lead her to a dingy club, where she met this supposed 'Ethan'. She apparently had a drug addiction, but that had been proven with the hospital tests she'd done. And finally, she'd apparently done something to anger someone into driving her crazy.

"When that guy came to save you in that classroom, the image was blurry. I couldn't see his face," Deaton explained, "Do you remember who it was?"

Lily shook her head, "I can never remember their faces or their voices. It's as if there's a block preventing me from finding out who I was."

"Lily, you really need to start considering asking Scott and the others for help," Allison begged worriedly, "They could help you remember. Or at least... Do it for me?"

Lily sighed. Deep down, she knew she couldn't shut the group out forever. She knew their secret, and they knew hers, and she couldn't change that. And besides, she knew they must've meant a lot to Allison, considering she'd been pushing the matter so much. With a final resigned sigh, she nodded.

"Alright fine," Lily agreed, "Scott's having the group over tonight. I'll talk to him before they arrive. Now... Can someone help me up?"


Lily sat awkwardly in the living room, her eyes firmly staring at the ground as she ignored the other sets of eyes staring at her. She'd hoped the others wouldn't have arrived before she had, but unfortunately she hadn't had that luck.

Lily coughed, breaking the silence, "As... Awkward as this is, shall we discuss the plan of action or do you guys just throw yourself into danger and hope for the best?"

"What do you mean?" Kira asked, "Plan of action for what?"

Lily rolled her eyes, "I've got a problem; you've got a problem. You solve my problem; I solve your problem. Easy peasy."

"If I remember correctly, you were very reluctant to help us," Lydia pointed out, narrowing her eyes, "What changed your mind?"

Lily's gaze flickered to Allison - who'd been standing across the room from her - before returning to Lydia, "A friend. I'm doing this for a friend."

"Vague," Lydia muttered to herself, a fleeting thought crossing her mind. What if...

"Is Allison in the room?" Lydia suddenly blurted, all eyes turning onto the Banshee.

Lily bit her lip, eyes turning to Allison questioningly. She wouldn't say a word if the girl didn't want her to, but to her surprise, Allison slowly nodded her head. Lily let out a long sigh before nodding.

"Yeah, she is," Lily confirmed, "She's the one who's been pushing for me to talk to you guys, and who brought me to Deaton."

Mixed reactions came from the people in the group. Although everyone held a certain degree of excitement, Lily couldn't help but notice the guilt twisted in Stiles' face. She decided to ignore it for now, she had other things to think about.

"Allison said there's a threat coming to Beacon Hills, something bad," Lily continued, "And those animals drained of blood are just the beginning."

"So what do you think we should do?" Liam asked, "We can't just let that happen."

"I think that's our only choice," Lily interjected, "If the animal attacks are the only thing happening right now, we're just going to have to wait them out."

"And then what?" Malia pressed, "We let them attack?"

"No," Lily rolled her eyes, "We fight back."