I'm outside our school breathing heavily, did I run here? Probably, at least I'm out of the woods. I limped towards the doors and pulled them open. I looked down the dark hallway to see if anyone was still there, a janitor, anyone with a phone. I was about to yell out for someone but stopped immediately. I heard the low growl, it rumbled across the entire school and vibrated in my chest. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He was behind me. I slowly turned around to see the red eyes that haunt me every night.

Before I could process what happened its hands, paws or whatever wrapped around my neck, its claws digging into my skin. It lifted me up and brought me close to its drooling face. By then I was gasping for breath and trying to get of its tightening grip. Suddenly he threw me across the hall and my head crashed into a wall with such brute force that it snapped.

I woke up with a piercing scream. I was shaking violently and I couldn't get my breathing steady. This is the first time that I've died. It felt so real, so painful.

I closed my eyes trying to forget but I couldn't, I just couldn't.

I held back the sobs that threatened to rack my body.

My hands moved to my phone to try and call Lydia but I stopped myself 'don't involve them, they don't deserve this.'

I forced myself up and headed towards the shower.

I undressed quickly and went to the bathroom.

I took a quick, cold shower I hopped out and checked the time. 10:43.

I threw on the first clothes I found and ran out of my house while while trying to simultaneously putting on my shoes.

I got in my car and drove as fast as I could.

By the time I arrived it was 11:15. We were close to the end of science.

I ran down the hallway and tried to quietly slip into class.

"Would you like to explain why you're... nevermind, take your seat, please?" Mr. Harrison said once he realized it was me.

I practically sprinted to my seat avoiding everyone's pitying stares.

I didn't bother pulling out my books since we didn't have much of class left.

I looked over at the empty seat next to me.

I just sat back and waited for class to end.

'Was what I saw actually real? Is my monster real? How is Jackson handling everything? What state is Lydia in?' There are so many questions that are running through my head. 'Like what if my monster strikes again? Will it go after my mom? What if that was the thing that attacked her? Oh god, please don't let that be true.'

Out of nowhere, fingers started snapping in my face, effectively getting me out of my thoughts.

"Delia, what happened last-

The bell cut Stiles off before he could finish his question. I quickly grabbed my bags and pretty much ran out of the room. I can't relive that night more than I have to.

Allison's POV:
I was more than happy to leave school with Scott. I didn't want everyone to find out I'm 17. But what if we get caught?

We looked around the hallway checking to see if anybody was looking before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hall and out the front doors. I led him to my car, a pit already started forming in my stomach as I got in. I uneasily put my hands on the steering wheel.

"Uh, maybe the is a bad a idea. And my dad would kill me if he found out."
"Just start the car."
"Should we get Delia? I heard what happened at movie store. She could use a day off." I rambled, barely noticing Scott slinking down further in his seat.
"She's not talking to anybody. Not even Lydia. Just start the freaking car!" He muttered.
"Where are we going? Not anywhere I could be seen right?"
"I don't know! Everywhere, anywhere! Just not here."
He look exhausted and upset about something.
I caved and started the car and pulled out of the school's parking lot.

Delia's POV:
I got to my locker and put away my chemistry and a few others and took out the ones I needed.
I shut the locker but jumped when I saw Jackson leaning on the other lockers.
"We need to talk about what happened Delia."
"No we don't." I said and started walking the other way but he grabbed my arm.
"Please I need to know I'm not the only one who saw that."
"You know that I saw what you saw. No one can forget something like that!" I exclaimed. Jackson looked around to make sure nobody heard me. Which of course many people were looking at us.
He gripped my arm tighter and pulled me into an empty classroom.
"Jackson stop! Let go of me!" I yelled finally pulling my arm free.
"Delia, just listen to me!" He yelled frustratedly.
"Okay." I said crossing my arms.
"Look I don't know how or why but I think Scott is involved. I mean no one just gets that fucking good at lacrosse overnight."
"What? Jackson, what does this have to do with what we saw? I think you should just go home. Try and get some sleep, maybe check on Lydia. You need a clear head for this okay?"
He looked down at me with his jaw clenched angrily and his nostrils flared.
"You know I'm right. Come back when you have have proof then I'll talk, okay?"
He let out a growl of frustration and stormed out.
The rest of the day went by slowly, a few people tried to grill me for information on what happened, or where's Lydia. When they started to realize that I wasn't even paying them much attention they went to Jackson but ran away when he snapped and threatened to tear their throats out. Also, Jackson would not stop trying to get me to see his point of view, to go against Scott, something I couldn't bring myself to do. So I muddled through the day hoping no one else was going to approach me.
So finally the school day ended and I immediately packed up and got into my truck. I would visit my mom but the doctor said that she'd be unconscious due to the amount of morphine and valium she has in her system, and the fact that she didn't want me in on school days knowing full well I'd sleep on the pull out couch. So I was on my own for a while. I definitely didn't want to go home at all. I made up my mind.
I pulled my phone out and dialed his number.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but he's a little busy at the moment." Some woman said over the phone.
"Who is this?"
"I'm old friend of Derek's. Kate, you are?" She said a bit breathless.
"Delia, new friend of Derek's, um, do you know when you'll be done? I was hoping to come over soon." I asked.
"Oh you can come over right now hun, we were just finishing up. You okay with that, Derek?" On the other end I heard him groan something out but it was muffled.
"He said it's okay. Come on over I'd love to meet you." She said sweetly.
"DELIA, DON'T!" Derek yelled, then electricity crackling follow by his pained screams.
"Don't be surprised if you interrupt something special, sweetheart." She said calmly before hanging up.
I felt something come over me, a vicious calm. Then came the overwhelming urge to protect him.
Without a second thought I threw my phone beside me and started truck, speeding out of the parking lot and to Derek's house.

Scott's POV:

It was a comfortable silence once Allison had come down from the high of skipping school. We were just sitting and were both in our thoughts, me occasionally giving directions.

Once she pulled onto the back road I knew it would be a while before I had to give her directions I decided to succumb to my thoughts.

Why wasn't she at school this morning, usually I see her running into the school because she just got out of the shower because she was late. Or her groggily pulling her books from her locker. More importantly why wasn't she returning my calls? Did I do something wrong? Was it when we slept together?

I still remember that night, she looked so scared, I had the strongest urge to kill whoever put her in that state. She was shaking and crying, her tears soaking my shirt. I remember burying my face in her pale blonde hair and whispering anything I could think of into her ear. I remember rocking her back and forth. I remember how she smelled like me when she came out of the shower. Most of all I remember how it felt to hold her against me, to her soft breaths as she fell asleep in my arms, how her slowed heartbeat sounded, the scent of her. Just being in her presence was enough for me to feel at peace. She didn't even have to do anything but be there.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my phone ringing.

"What, Stiles?" I asked, I loved him and all but right now I needed a distraction from, well everything.
"Finally! Have you been getting any of my texts?" He said exasperatedly.

"Yeah, like all 9 million of them." I replied checking my phone for the first time."

"Do you have any idea what's going on? Lydia is totally M.I.A., Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face, Delia is reverting back to who she was before, and another random guy's dead, and you have to do something about it." I stiffened immediately at the mention of Delia.

"Like what?" I asked sarcastically

"Something."

"Okay, I'll deal with it later. Left, left, left, left, left." I quickly urged as he hung up.

She made a sharp left and quickly slammed her hand on my chest to keep me from falling forward despite my seatbelt.

"Sorry, sorry. I just totally soccer mom'd you. I'm sorry." She said sheepishly.

"That's all right. I'll just pick up my masculinity on the way back." I grinned. But it was starting to fade once the quiet had settled into a pregnant silence. I thought about Delia, why did she all of the sudden just drop me. Did she for some reason regret coming over to my house that night. I inwardly sighed, I couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she smiled, her beautiful brown eyes. Especially her quiet and calm demeanor, which was a good change from the danger and confusion that came with the 'gift'.

I looked over at her, she was biting her lip anxiously with a worried expression on her face.

"You're still not okay with this, are you?" I asked.

"I just feel like I need an alibi." She said pouting her lips.

"Well, if we get caught, I'll just say it was my fault."

"You don't need to take the blame for me. It was my choice too."

"Oh, good! 'Cause if we get caught, I'm totally gonna blame you." I grinned.

"Oh, really?" She prodded.

Hell yeah! And they'd believe me. You know, totally hot girl asks you to skip the day with her. Like I'm gonna say no." I exclaimed.

"So you throw me under the bus, just like that?" She said with a mischievous smirk. I should take my mind off of her.

"Yeah. Throw, push, shove-

"And what if I decide to drag you down with me?" She asked taking a slow step towards me.

"I'd just yell for help." My heart clenched, maybe this would be harder than I thought. She walked forward until she was close enough to grab my jacket and pull herself closer to me until our lips were almost touching and I could feel her cool breath fanning over my lips.

"Well, what if I did this?" She said and quickly pressed her lips to mine. It took me by surprise at the suddenness of the kiss. I felt like I was betraying her, but she wasn't here to see. The rational side of me knew there was nothing to betray, what happened that night I would do for any of my friends, there little more space between us.

I made my mind and pressed my lips to her with a little more dominant force but pulled away once I felt my fingernails pull and stretch I pulled away feigning the need for air.

"I'd scream for help." I grinned loving the blankness in my mind

"And if I did this?" She pressed her lips against mine, but this time I didn't hesitate I instantly matched her pace and tangled my hand in her soft curls pressed my lower body into her. I pulled away and grinned like a madman. My thoughts were finally cleared of her.

"I'd beg for mercy." I finally answered.

A/N: I'm sorry for leaving this story I think its safe to say that I'm on hiatus until I can finally get back on track with writing because I've been taking a break. So for those of you who stuck and are sticking around for this thank you I really appreciate you guys. I realized pretty much how many views, and followers, and favorites you guys are giving me and I couldn't be any more grateful. Each and everyone of you readers are so valuable and never cease to put a smile on my face. Thank You So Much.

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PS: I might start calling myself Bunny as my friends have given me that nickname and I love it.