For anyone actually following this, I'm sorry I disappeared! I'll keep updating, hope you enjoy this! As always comments are very much appreciated! (FYI my username's the same on a03) Have a nice week!

ALSO, this is a reupload of what I uploaded yesterday. After about 15 minutes I realized that I had messed up majorly so I deleted it. If you've seen that by any chance please do forget about that last scene!

Enjoy!

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In a span of just a few hours, the body had been transported to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital and the crime scene had been fully analyzed. Only a few deputies lingered to see if anyone would turn up or if they'd missed any clues.

The body belonged to that of a woman in her mid-thirties. The station had posted an alert to see if anyone could identify her but no one had come forward yet.

When found, the body was in the exact same manner as the previous one. There were no marks pertaining to abuse or anything that actually connected it to homicide.

XXX

Three of the teens returned to the pond the next day.

"We're probably not going to find anything," Malia said as she looked at the water.

"That's what you said last time," Kira replied.

"The body was soaking wet when you found it, there has to be something here." Scott implied and inhaled again in hopes of finding something. This time his mother had allowed them to get the woman's scent but the shapeshifters couldn't find it anywhere in the forest.

"How about that thing I saw? I couldn't go after it but I'm sure it was running away from here." Malia asked.

"How much of it did you see?" Scott replied with a question.

Malia crossed her arms and looked in the general direction where she chased the probable culprit, "Not much. It was really fast, I barely got close before Kira me," she paused for a moment, "The only thing I could tell that it was short."

"That's not really helpful."

"That's still more than you and Stiles found out."

"No one was reported missing when she was killed so we know they probably do their killing pretty quickly."

"Right so what leaves a very small hole, drowns their victims seemingly without touching them, and is small and fast?" Kira questioned but no one could respond.

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As Stiles clicked away on his laptop Lydia lay on his bed and flipped through the pages of the bestiary.

"There's nothing here," she sighed.

"There's gotta be something," Stiles replied as he vigorously bounced his legs.

"Well there isn't. I've been through the whole book twice."

Stiles swirled around, "This is fantastic. Two dead people already and we have absolutely nothing."

"They haven't even identified the second body, there could be something there."

"I hope so," he said as he looked at his empty walls. Some of the blue paint had chipped off and if you looked close enough you could see the little holes left by the pushpins.

He stood up and went to inspect the hole.

"A puncture wound, almost invisible," he repeated his father's words.

Lydia sensed an epiphany coming, "what is it?" she asked.

Stiles ran his fingers over one of the holes and turned around, "We assumed that the killed injected something. Maybe like an untraceable paralytic that gave the appearance of drowning. But-"

Lydia finished his sentence, "what if they extracted something instead?"

"Exactly. But what could someone take from the lungs that are small enough?"

"The smallest constituent in the lungs is the alveoli, they're about 0.2 millimeters and no one would notice if a few were missing."

"But why would anyone want that?"

"Why does anyone want anything?"

Stiles sarcastically laughed and asked, "is there anything in the bestiary about that?"

As he returned to his laptop Lydia said, "No. Nothing about things that inject or extract things from you either."

After a few minutes, Stiles slid down his chair in defeat, "Zip, zero, nothing!"

"We just need more information."

"Yeah for that we need the others to actually find something," Stiles sighed.

"Did your dad say anything else?"

"No. They can't even find any of the victim's families so we don't have any history either."

"Neither of these people have a family?"

"Yeah but two's a coincidence-"

As Stiles went on Lydia's hearing zoned out. She could see his mouth moving but nothing came out of it. The only she heard was… running water?

That was interrupted by a big splash and suddenly Lydia found herself by a large body of water. She felt something drive her forward. She didn't wanna go near it but it was like someone was controlling her limbs for her.

The push stopped when she came to the very edge of the pond.

When nothing else happened she hesitantly put her hand in the water which upon closer inspection didn't look so blue. She cupped some of it into her hand and emptied it all back in fear.

It wasn't water, it was blood.

She tried to move back but her attempts were futile when a slimy hand reached out and pulled her in. She screamed.

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Fast-forwarding a few hours of useless searching, now, the three teens sat in front of the pond in frustration. They'd tried everything from following scents to tracking Malia's footsteps from the previous day. The only conclusion that they reached was that they were simply insane.

It was like nothing had happened.

"We should probably get going," Kira said.

"No, there has to be something we're missing," Scott insisted, "whatever this was it must've left something behind."

His phone chimed. Stiles was texting him to get to his house pronto.

"You should go alone. We'll keep searching. If I can find it we can follow the route it took to run away." Malia said.

"Are you sure?"

Kira reached out to him, "Yeah we'll be okay."

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"Lydia? Lydia! Lydia, what is it?" Stiles shook her but she didn't respond. She still hadn't recovered from the shock of what had just happened. The hand had pulled her under the blood and she'd felt herself drowning. It felt like her head was exploding.

She gathered her strength, "They've only just begun."

"What, what does that mean? Lydia, what did you see?"

She knew what she saw wasn't real but she couldn't get the sick feeling of death off her chest. It was just like the same icky feeling she had in the tunnels, something she never wanted to feel again.

"I saw its hand, it wasn't human. I don't know what it was but it has to be at that pond."