Alicia was staring tentatively at the writhing mass of bodies that made up the large living room. There was music playing, deep pounding bass lines that reverberated inside her head, that somehow made the drink she had had earlier hit her harder. Scott stood next to her, surveying the crowd himself, and glancing at Alicia out of the corner of his eye. He leaned into her, brushed a curly brown lock of hair behind her ear and said the four words Alicia had been hoping he wouldnt ask her all night.

"Do you wanna dance?"

She smiled sheepishly, "I dont dance-" she said quickly, as the music surged all around them.

"Oh come on! Neither do I," he wrapped his hand around hers again, and pulled her forwards, where all their peers were grinding and bumping. The normal lights in the living room were off and in their place there were strange blue and green flashing ones, they made everything seem less real. The kids of BHH were rubbing against each other all around them, some slower than others. The blue lights made their skin the same color, and Alicia was unintentionally reminded of the ocean during a storm, a crashing and swaying of various intensities.

Scott lead them towards a small gap in the middle, and Alicia tried not to stare at the two scantily clad lesbians dancing centimeters apart. Scott on the other hand, seemed to only have eyes for her, she could feel them on her, practically penetrating her skin, as he placed a palm on her waist and brought her in closer to him, so her breasts pushed against her chest. His grip was firm but not hard as they began to move to the beat of the music, the tone winding down a bit, but still not slow.

She was so close to him, she could feel his heart against her skin, a steady strong beat that inside her own head was louder than the pounding bassline. She was less nervous now, and let some primal instinct take over her while she danced. Alicia turned around so her back was to him, and his hands followed her, sliding around so they were now on the front of her waist. She moved her hips slowly against his own, letting her head fall back into the crook of his neck as his mouth found her own neck. A soft wet kiss, that turned her on instantly was placed there, and she felt she might burst in that moment as his hands slid back and squeezed her backside before flipping her around again so they were face to face once more.

He kissed her hungrily on the dancefloor, and she kissed him back, letting her tongue slip into his mouth timidly at first, but he squeezed her tighter, and she gave in, kissing him back just as passionately. For that moment, she couldnt tell who was touching who, or who's mouth was whose. She wanted to sink into him completely, she wanted to lead him more than she had ever wanted anyone.

Then it was over all at once, as a doe eyed redhead pushed them apart forcefully, glaring at both of them in turn. She was wearing a light pink dress that accentuated her perfect procelain skin, her lips, lined in red were moving quickly, and her eyes looked glossy and far away. Alicia couldnt hear a word she was saying, but Scott seemed to know what was happening immediately, and he led them both from the center of the crowd slowly, edging towards a door that would lead them outside to the patio.

When they finally got out of the living room and away from the bulk of the people, Scott turned around to face both of them.

"Where is Stiles?" He asked, a worried look painted on his face.

"I saw him with that Mj girl earlier-" the redhead said, still looking around the room with her big empty eyes.

"Whats going on?" Alicia said trying to look where the girl was looking but seeing nothing but more bodies.

"Lydia…has a bad feeling…" Scott said, putting a hand through his thick messy hair.

"Tell her to go to the bathroom-"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "Not that kind of feeling."

Alicia looked from one of them to the other, still not catching on to what they were trying to say, "Well, Im sure he's fine-"

"Shes a Banshee-" Scott blurted out, to Lydia's dismay. She shot him a disapproving look.

"A what?" Alicia raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn't matter! We just need to find-" she stopped mid sentence to stare at Scott strangely, tilting her head, and letting her eyes get bigger somehow, "-something's happening." she said, her voice shaky.

"Lydia, can you tell me where?" Scott was determined, he put a hand on her shoulder and bent so they were face to face.

They were by the sliding glass door that lead to the cool night air.

Alicia glanced outside of it, and saw, to her dismay, Stiles, Mj and Malia on the deck. Malia facing the two humans with glowing eyes. Stiles was talking to her, standing between her and Mj and she was still advancing.

"Uhh...Think its got something to do with Malia and Stiles…?"

The three teens all pressed thier faces against the window to see the display outside. Alicia attempted to tug at the sliding door, but it was locked, or broken. It didnt budge.

"Its stuck." She said frantically, looking back at Lydia, who pointed to the otherside of the house, through the kitchen and hallway. It was absolutely congested with people.

"We can go out the other way-" Lydia suggested

"We dont have time, look at all those people!" Alicia kept her eyes outside, they were yelling now, Malia had her claws out, she looked livid. Her face was twisted and angry, she looked like the Desert Wolf had when she was fighting Scott.

"I can break it-"

"This is my grandmothers house, Scott."

"And thats my best friend out there!" Scott's eyes were glowing, his fists clenched.

Alicia was siding with Lydia on this one, as much as she hated to say it, "Theres also 100 drunk teenagers in here-" Scott calmed down when she spoke, and his eyes faded back to their normal color. "Breaking an entire glass door is asking for an accident."

Alicia began pushing her way to the other side of the house, "We can make it, we just have to be fast." she said, and Scott pushed his way in front of her as Lydia fell behind.

Mj stood behind Stiles, still clutching the bottle of tequila they had brought in, in her casted arm. She shivered a bit, it was cold here by the lake, and she was wearing close to nothing. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and Stiles took a step backwards as Malia took one forwards. She looked crazed, angrier than ever, and dirty. Her hair was matted and knotty in the back and she was snarling angrily at them through glowing blue eyes.

Stiles was trying to talk to her softly, but she was saying nothing. Mj couldnt help but feel like she was intruding on some sort of private conversation. Malia's claws were out and pointed at them.

"You-You did this." She said finally, looking at both of them, "You and Scott."

"Malia, I dont know what you're talking about. We tried looking for you-" Stiles cooed, taking a step forward now, "You disappeared. When you left that night-"
"I left alone. I should have had my pack with me. You should have been behind-" Malia held out a shaky hand.
"We followed you Malia. I swear we followed you but-"

"But you were too late!" She said, erratically, "And then you killed her" she half sobbed,"I didnt even get to meet her and you-"

"We didnt kill anyone." Mj said finally, cracking open the bottle of tequila and taking a swig. She could see the uneasiness in Malia's demeanor. She had come here for something, and it wasnt Stiles. She had come to confront them, she had come for revenge.

"Dont. Lie. To. Me." she said through a growl, her eyes finally resting on Mj, "You think I dont know you've been sleeping with Stiles?" there were tears in her eyes.

"I know you dont know, because I havent." Mj took another swig, as Malia took a swift step forward, pushing Stiles down with a swift motion, so she was face to face with Mj.

"Malia, I-" Stiles started to say, but was quickly shut up by a swift backhand to the face by Malia. She left a long thin scratch on one cheek, Stiles looked taken aback.

"Dont talk to me Stiles! Nothing you say will make a difference. I believed you- I trusted-loved-whatever." he looked genuinely hurt, like something inside him had sunk, "and you repay me by killing my own mother?"

"We didnt kill-" Mj began again, and Malia yelled the next part.

"Ofcourse you didnt." she was still fuming, "You're weak. Both of you."

Mj clutched the glass bottle in her hand tighter, praying silently that her broken arm would have the strength to swing upwards and hit Malia where she stood. She weighed out thier options. She could hit her and run, hoping Stiles would follow, but looking at the broken way he followed her with his eyes, probably wouldnt happen. Or she could somehow scoop him up and urge him with her. Or she could leave him. It was a hard decision. She knew, if he were in her place, he would never leave her to die. And she decided that she felt the same way as she saw him scramble back onto his feet.

Mj swung, as Malia stepped forward again, the bottle flew from her hand mid air, missing Malia completely and plopping uselessly in the lake.

"Oh shit." Mj said, backing up as Malia advanced with a smile. To her releif, Malia was inturrupted by a familiar voice, coming from the doorway that led into the house.

Scott, stood silhouetted against the flashing blue green lights coming from inside. And Mj felt a wave of relief fall over her, as he stepped onto the deck, Alicia and Lydia at his heels.