Lily POV
How. Dare. He.
How fucking dare he? The audacity of him. He actually tried to bring Kate into this?! I wanted to ask if she was here or if she had left after I did - I always had gotten on rather well with her. She had been hit far more emotionally that Derek was, but because she was his older sister, she tried to put up a front to protect him. I could see through it, she was hurting so much more than anyone noticed. That was why we had been such close friends after Derek and I got together, and for that I was glad. She was one person that I had genuinely missed in my time away for Beacon Hills.
I would make sure to ask Stiles, seeing as how he and Derek seemed to be so friendly with each other. Just thinking about Stiles being around Derek made my blood boil, and before I knew it, I had hurtled the lamp that was sitting innocently on the stand near one of the sofas in my living room and it collided with an almighty smash against the far wall. I was breathing heavily, and I could feel the tears burning behind my eyelids, causing me to rub the base of my palms into my sockets, trying to quell the stinging I was feeling.
How could he do this? I thought he loved me. I thought he'd at least miss me. I didn't expect him to forget the last few years, but it wasn't as if I had gotten off Scott-free. For the first few months, I always felt as though I was missing something inside me. Breathing was always a hassle for me, and I more or less had to drag myself out of bed every morning. It was only in the last few months, after I had been sure in my resolve to return to Beacon Hills and hunt down the bastard that murdered my parents, that my heart felt a little bit lighter.
I knew, deep down, that it was because of the slight possibility that I would see him again, but I didn't want to admit it - even to myself, so I burdened myself with hours and hours of constant training, keeping myself occupied and busy, making sure the time I was allocated to myself was kept to a minimum, as I knew I would only think about him. Thinking about my life, what it could have been and how it could have played out always was the most difficult for me to stomach, as I knew it was my decision to leave. I could have stayed, but I didn't. I took the cowards way out and left. I knew that already, I didn't need anyone to tell me that I made a mistake, let alone him.
I crouched down to the floor and without even realising it, I found myself pummelling down with both fists, crushing them with blinding speed against the hard wood floor, flinching at the pain, but only having it spur me on. I needed to relax, but I was too tense to do so. I felt the scream work its way from the base of my throat, and because I didn't want the neighbours to come over, only to find the broken glass and blood that was smeared from where I had just been abusing my floor, I reacted as quickly as I could.
I bit down on the back of my right hand, piercing the flesh and letting out a high-pitched, but muffled scream into my skin. I didn't stop screaming until I felt my throat become scratchy and sore, and I knew I would pay for it in the morning. I needed to work out the tension in my body, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, and that would be bad, especially because tomorrow I would be totally focused on finding the criminal behind my parents gruesome death. I released my hand, and felt the blood run down into my palm in little rivulets and I gasped at the stinging sensation that ran through my hand.
I ran my hand under the cold tap for a few moments, and used some kitchen paper to dry and clean around the wound and made my way into the downstairs bathroom, in search of a first aid kit. Upon finding what I had been looking for, I proceeded to heavily smear cooling ointment all over both of my knuckles and over the bite mark, and subsequently wrapped both of my hands up in gauze, leaving my fingers and thumbs free. It took longer than I'd have liked as I had to fight away tears, not due to the physical pain but the emotional trauma and stress I was undergoing at that current moment.
After I finished, I immediately found myself grasping, ever so cautiously, a thick light grey sweatshirt and a khaki zip up hoodie that was hanging behind the front door, and kept my ¾ length sweatpants on. I slipped on a pair of thick ankle socks and threw on a pair of worn monochrome Converse and retied my hair up in a high ponytail, and left the house, leaving the lights on, and the television still running.
I was going for a long run, and I was glad that I left my mobile phone in my bedroom upstairs. Well, that was until I was attacked, of course.
Unknown POV
Well.. She's not as smart as I had initially thought, is she? Leaving the house, all alone, without even a phone to protect her? Was she so confident in herself? People like her made me sick. Always believing they were above everyone else, when really they were just like us. Lower, even! She was the scum of the Earth, and I knew that once I exposed her for being the animal that she was, he would finally realise how pathetic she really is, and come back to me.
I growled lightly at the thought of my past, and sniffed the air, smelling the light scent of fresh blood, and felt my heart pump that much quicker. I loved this part. The chase. And I knew that she would give a good one. Get ready, bitch, because you're mine. Nobody can help you now.
Holy fuck. Okay guys, who do you think this 'Unknown' is?
Also, should Stiles and Isaac get together, or should I make an OC? I know I've set it up like that, but I have something up my sleeve for them. Whoops, I've said a little bit too much, huh? Well, I hope you like it, and I promise, I wont take so long to update again.
Have a great day, and I love you guys. .