Dead. This party is dead. Nobody was coming and I was kicking myself for not realising it sooner. Lydia looked devastated but was trying to keep a straight face when basically no one else except Scott, Stiles and Allison showed up. Alright, I am not having this. I am going to make this party work even if it kills me. Already on my phone I practically ordered everyone on my swim team to get their butts over here as well as contacting several of my ex-boyfriends, inviting them and their friends over with the promise of alcohol and girls before then contacting the cheer squad.

By the time I was done, I had guaranteed over forty people coming. I just hope it's enough. Once people started to arrive, I took photos of everyone having a good time and posted them to every social media I had so that the entire school could see and captioned it as 'open invite'. Before eleven, the house was completely full of guests. It was the kind of party Lydia always liked, so at least that was something. She came up to me as I continued to post on social media, touching my arm and smiling. "Thanks. I appreciate this."

"What do you mean? It's a Lydia Martin party, and those parties are the best. Who wouldn't want to be here?" I brushed off, giving her a wink before picking up a tray of drinks filled with the fruit punch she had made. "Shall we?" Since I was helping Lydia host, I didn't drink the punch myself but instead made sure everyone else was having a good time. I noticed that Allison was standing on her own so I went over to talk to her, wanting to check everything was good with her. "Hey, what's up? Why aren't you with Scott?"

"Oh I'm kind of mad at him right now." She admitted, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully. I quirked my perfectly waxed eyebrow at her.

"Does he know that?"

"He's a guy, of course not."

"Why are you mad?"

"Well, since we've been keeping our relationship a secret from my family because of the whole 'no dating werewolf' thing, my mom found out about us but we played it off." Allison began to explain so I listened closely, enjoying the gossip. "But then Scott said that we should be seen seeing other people to throw them off the scent, which I guess makes sense, but when I told him about going to the rave with Matt he then told me that I should kiss him. That was the first thing." Wait there's more? This is getting juicy. "But when we were at the rave, I didn't know that Scott had his own plan so I'd told my dad and grandfather about Jackson being there and so they tried to stop him themselves. It got out of control and Scott blamed me for messing up the plan."

That's right, I remember hearing about the fifth murder by killer-lizard. I was doing my utmost to avoid that subject at all costs due to its unpleasantness and for the fact that I sit near to Jackson in econ, which made it hard to concentrate knowing that he could grow claws and a tail at any given moment. "Okay, so that was out of line on his part but you know he's crazy about you Allison. As much as I hate to admit it, he's a good guy and is doing everything he can to try and be with you, but let's face it Ali." I smiled to her, gently nudging her shoulder. "He's also a bit of an idiot. Kind of dense too. I'll bet you're his first real relationship, so cut him some slack when he messes up. Look, see Stiles there? I bet he's telling Scott to wise up right now because he's the smart one of the pair."

"You think so?"

"Trust me, I have a plethora of experience when it comes to dating, and I can tell that the two of you have something really good going on. Just give him a chance to figure out that he messed up then I guarantee he'll come crawling back with apologies aplenty." I assured her confidently before noticing someone at the window of Ms Martin's bedroom making out and seemingly progressing very quickly. "We'll talk more later, but right now I have to go separate two hormonal ridden teenagers from desecrating Ms Martin's bed." Hurrying away I put down my near empty tray of drinks to rush upstairs and quickly broke up the couple, evicting them from the room and directed them to go back to their car if they wanted things to get steamy.

Heading back downstairs, I began to notice that people were acting kind of weird. They seemed totally out of it, swatting at the air or talking to inanimate objects, things like that. For a moment I was confused until I gradually began to realise that something must be wrong. Was it drugs? Was someone handing out drugs here? Perhaps it was the punch. Rushing to go and take a look, I immediately noticed that there were little purple flowers floating in the punch, something I hadn't expected to see.

Fishing one out I twirled it between my fingers, not recognising it at all. It wasn't a common flower, I could tell you that much. "Oh boy, this is bad. Lydia? Lydia!" Calling out to try and find my friend as to figure out what we should do, I craned my neck to try and see. "Hey, has anyone seen Lydia? Lydia!" No joy. Great. Shaking my head I turned off the punch fountain and covered it with a spare tablecloth so that no one else would take anymore, convinced that whatever was going on, more alcohol would not help the situation and it if really was spiked with something, no one should drink anymore.

I started handing out bottles of water, trying to locate Allison, Stiles or Scott, just anybody who would help. Still unable to find Lydia, I called her cell several times but she didn't pick up once, making me all the more worried. Hearing a commotion by the pool, I paused to look up. "I can't swim! No, no, no, no, stop, guys! I can't swim! I can't swim! I can't…!" Two boys had grabbed someone and dragged them over to the pool, causing me to hurry over as they threw him in despite his protests. Oh god, this ship was sinking fast. The kid floundered, unable to stay afloat in the deep pool but I was already there, kneeling down and grabbed hold of his arm to pull him up. The minute his head was free he breathed, coughing and spluttering as I struggled to lift him up but then Jackson of all people was beside me, getting the kid out of the water and onto solid ground again. Matt, it was Matt from the lacrosse team. He staggered to his feet and I helped him, asking him if he was okay but the moment my hand touched bare skin, I felt an overwhelming impression of hate and villainy which caused me to recoil. "What are you looking at?" Murder. I sensed murder in him.

Suddenly sirens began to wail signalling the cops had arrived and everyone bolted with a scream, hurrying to vacate the vicinity as I just stood there in shock, unable to move. "Cordy? Cordy are you okay?" Scott asked me, shaking my shoulder as I gulped.

"It's him isn't it? He's the one making Jackson kill everybody." They both blinked at me as I whispered. "I felt it. I could feel how much rage he had inside him."

"How did you know that Jackson was being controlled?"

"I don't know, just a gut feeling I guess. Where's Lydia? I haven't seen her for hours." But neither of them knew where she was, so when we went our front to see if she was somehow in the masses, all three of us saw Matt standing in the road, soaking wet and with the kanima crouched at his feet, tail wrapped around his legs. "Oh god…" My hands reached outward almost instinctively to take hold of both Scott and Stiles, seeking the comfort of their presence through interlocking our hands. "He's not going to stop, is he?"

"No, probably not." Stiles answered, tightening his grip on my hand as I stood between them.

"He's going to keep on killing. Not unless we stop him." Scott said before turning to look at Stiles. "We have to tell your dad." That is a wonderful idea, however I have the fact that there is a missing birthday girl and considering Lydia's past record for running off and disappearing for days at a time, I think I'd better find her and fast. Luckily, I knew a guy who could track her phone.

"Go. Both of you." I nodded my head, taking a deep breath to stay calm. "And I'll find Lydia. Something doesn't feel right about this. Just…be careful." Turning a small smile on me, Scott gave my hand a friendly squeeze.

"Not starting to like us, are you Cordy?" Whipping my hands from theirs I jutted my chin and folded my arms pointedly.

"No, you two just looked scared so I thought I'd give you moral support. Now get going. I'll let you know when I find Lydia." Dialling a number on my phone, I listened to it ring as Scott and Stiles took off to go to Sheriff Stilinski and try to explain to him how Matt was responsible for all these murders. Good luck to them.

"Cordy?"

"Danny." I purred, turning to walk back into Lydia's house so that I could get changed out of these heels and dress. "Listen, I need a favour…"