I honestly didn't want to go to Lydia's party. She was blowing up my phone just as much as my mom to get me home. Apparently she had already gone shopping with Allison and got her an outfit and everything. AND since I didn't help her, she recruited me to be her little puppet driving around with her AND helping her decorate. I had an eye for style so I honestly didn't mind. Plus her house was huge. I was on cloud nine from being with Isaac earlier and nobody could ruin that right now.

But back to business.

"So, is Jackson going to be here?" I slipped in casually between conversations while Lydia and I began putting streamers on the columns in her backyard.

She tilted her head to the side like she does and turned to deadpan at me. "What is with you and Allison worried about Jackson?"

"He's been acting weird."

"Huh." She turned around to clip the end of the baby pink streamer in her hand. "She said the same thing."

"Well, we are twins."

"How could I forget...beside the fact that you two are nothing alike."

"Could you deal with two of Allison?" I shot back quickly, also finishing with the streamer I had in my hand.

"No… but I couldn't deal with two of you either."

"So you must not be able to stand yourself, huh?" She stopped completely at my words, making a face that could only be thinking 'why is she my friend?' and I know because I think the same ALL the time when it comes to Lydia. I loved her but I hated her. It's normal.

She clasped her jewled hands together and looked back at me, "It's getting late and I need to make the punch… you can finish out here, right?"

I fake smiled. "Sure, anything for you." I didn't want to, but I was going too because that's what friends were for apparently. I just had to think about Isaac and how he might be winning me over and a real smile would appear on my face.

As I kept putting up little decorations I glanced into the kitchen through the glass sliding door and noticed that she was talking to herself as she mixed different juices and liquor into a large glass bowl. What the hell am I getting myself into tonight.

As the night rolled in, I felt like I had too much extra time to get ready- as in NOBODY was showing up. Not even Allison at that point. Lydia bought me a pretty plaid dress and I did my hair and makeup all in her vanity and I was so enamored with the glamour of it all that it took about two hours. When I get downstairs she was pacing in front of the door like she was stressed the fuck out. I needed to call Allison now.

Just as I pulled out my phone, the doorbell rang and Lydia practically ran to it. A big box blocked the doorway as she swung it open. I was itching for a weapon but I didn't have anything on me. Who the fuck.

"Happy birthday!" Stiles shouted from behind the present with a wide smile. He was way too excited. I hope there were more people than him because then I would need to start drinking early. "A little help?" he yelled again as he tried to stuff the huge box through the narrow door. Lydia and I shared a look as the sound of him struggling with the box grew louder for a few seconds until she just walked away. As she walked by I grabbed a glass full of punch off the tray she was carrying. A long night.

As the house started to fill- barely - I found myself losing more and more enthusiasm for the night and decided to lounge in a chair near the pool and sip slowly on this good ass punch that Lydia went off on. I know I should look for Jackson or do something productive but today was my day off. I don't care.

There was a nudge of my leg that made me snap my eyes open. My twin. I feel like I hadn't seen her in FOREVER and we were not on good terms since our last real interaction, so I couldn't help but sneer at her. I was already tipsy, too. "What?"

"What are you doing?" She asked accusingly. Her hair was braided to the side to match the innocent flower patterened dress she had on. We were too different. "There's no one here!"

"Okay! And why are you yelling at me?"

"We need to do something-look at her!" She pointed over to Lydia across the pool, trying to mingle with the few people that were actually there. She did look miserable.

"I just moved here just like you- you better find Scott and Stiles. I'm on Jackson patrol!" I closed my eyes again and took a long sip from my glass. I just loved alcohol- it's bad, I know.

"He's not even here...but I bet we could get him here if more people came."

"Didn't I just tell you to go talk to Scott and Stiles. Just because you guys are broken up doesn't mean come tryna be cool with me again," I snapped at her, earning an eye roll in response.

"Well maybe I should pour you some more punch- usually alcohol makes you less bitchy so it's clearly not enough," Allison said sarcastically. I was surprised at her attitude but I didn't object and handed over my cup. Lydia actually made that punch very strong and I was feeling the effects already. I don't know if I wanna throw upppppp or pass outttt but I'll just relax until the party kicks in…

Blasting music brings me back from the dead as my body jerks awake and I am suddenly sorrounded by screaming teenagers and… drag queens? Okay…. Did I really fall asleep and nobody bothered to wake me up!? Especially when it started getting lit in here? This is why I can't deal with these people now.

I get up and stretch, immediately gaining energy from the people partying around me. The punch table is only a few feet from where I was napping by the pool and that's where I head first. I down a shot, alcohol burning my throat and warming my body all over again. Now I can finally party like I wanted too. Two more shots and I'm loose as a goose and making my way to the dance floor.

Like before, the punch hit hard and I'm dancing inbetween two tall guys and letting them rub all over me. Being drunk was such an escape outside of dates and heart warming conversations. The boy in front of me was tall, muscular, and darkskin with long dreads to his shoulders. I thought that was hot and began to twist my fingers through his locs. His dark skin looked great against the moonlight- that was the best part, he could actually be out and with me during the full moon. Wait, who am I talking about here!?

"Move," I pushed them both away and went for another drink. I hate thinking.

I observed the people around me. Everyone was drunk, making out, grinding, and stumbling- just like her last party. Being drunk there last time is how I met Isaac. I wonder if he'll find a way to sneak into my life this time.

A blood curdling scream from upstairs broke me out of my drunken trance and my head shot up to the second floor of Lydia's house- immediately on edge. What the hell was that? I scanned the room for my sister. Nowhere to be found. Fuck.

I dashed through the party, pushing anyone out of my way until I got to the stairs. "Allison?!" I shouted a few times, earning a few looks as I got to the second floor. The crowd was much smaller but she was still nowhere to be found as far as I could tell- my vision was getting extremely blurred.

My run slowed to a stumble as I neared another staircase to Lydia's third floor. Big ass fucking house. I let my body go limp and slide down the side of the wall as I tried to catch my breath.

A banging noise from my left caught my attention, and I looked to my side where the stairs going up the rest of the floor would end. At the top stood a woman dressed in all black, dark brown hair hiding her face enough for me to only see her lips curled into a sickening smirk. I knew that smirk.

I can't be sleep again- Kate hadn't shown up in a while in my dreams so it seemed like it was only right. But this wasn't a dream, right? Before I even opened my mouth to speak, the woman turned and used her long legs to take a big stride in the other direction. I hopped up from my position and stumbled up the stairs to follow. I had to see who that was.

"Kate?" I shouted after the figure, and as I rounded the corner of the hall- there she stood staring right at me. She looked well and alive which confused the hell out of me. "Kate?" I repeated in total shock.

She scoffed immediately, "I should be the one shocked… I'm Kate, but who are you?"

"I'm Jocelyn, what do you mean?"

"Oh, please," She shot me down with an eye roll, taking a menacing step forward so she was peering down at me with hatred in her eyes. "Look at what you've become now. You pathetic, weak, disgrace. Look at what you caused!" Her voice grew even more demonic the more she spoke. Her eyebrows drawing further and further together to add to her anger that made my whole body recoil. In one swift motion she flipped her hair and revealed three long bloody cuts that revealed her meat and muscle. I almost had gagged but she didn't stop there, "Look!"

With a strong grip, she grabbed me and pushed me forward where there were now two dead bodies lying on the floor. They were bloody and mauled, scratches covering their torn open flesh. My whole body was propelled forward where I fell to the floor fright in front of the two people. My mom and dad. Once it hit, a loud sob racked my body. I couldn't even think straight- my ears filling with the sound of my own heartbeat and forhead pulsating from all the heat in the attic. "Who did this?" I cried out, turning back to the now completely blue and ghastly zombified Kate.

She shuffled over to me with a sick smile and grabbed my face to turn my head to the sight of an extremely tall and muscular man hunched over another lifeless body, just tearing it to shreds. The man was clearly a werewolf, and I couldn't even recoil with Kate right behind me. My heart dropped as the body's head bent over, completely lifeless and the face was too similiar to mine- but not exact. Allison.

Another sob racked my body, accompanied by a laugh from Kate. "Look at what you've done," she snickered out. At her words, the wolf stopped and spun menacingly...Isaac. I couldn't control the loudest sob that left my mouth yet, and I let myself fall completely onto the wall again- now shaking and crying. "Kill him." Kate ordered, pushing a katana into my hand.

I surveyed my family lying dead. And Isaac killed them? I didn't even want to live anymore.. Without any of them I truly had nothing and I would really lose myself even more than I am now. My hand shook from the weight of the sword- but as a growling Isaac came forward, I let it fall to the ground. I can't.

"Jocelyn…. Jocelyn!"

I snapped my eyes open at the feminine voice. There stood my sister- sweating and eyes wide in her open panicked expression. She was fine. I threw myself at her in an embrace and she held me for a second. I couldn't even speak before she was yelling, "It's mom! Dad said something happened to mom. We've got to go, now!"

Literally I got bored and decided to finish writing, I miss writing, and I'm gonna go back and post a lot of stuff with Teen Wolf characters where I have my own original ideas. I lowkey want to write some supernatural book, not at all like this story or any fanfiction. But enjoy this one. This is an old chapter, but the next three I just wrote. So the tone might change a lot