SAMANTHA STILINSKI
"I've seen worse," Scott said as we all stood in front of the Glen Capri, the motel we would be sleeping in.
"Where have you seen worse?" I asked, frowning at the dark, nearly abandoned motel. "This place looks like it was made in the 1950s and some whacko guy in his mid-thirties decided to come here and murder everybody including his wife! The wife is now a ghost and haunts the motel because she wants to avenge something!"
Everybody gave me weird looks. After the fight, I literally gave up. I'm just saying everything that's gonna come to my mind now even if the thoughts aren't exactly the nicest. I'm a very opinionated person and I want everybody to hear them before I die.
"Are you okay?" Rae tried holding back her laugh.
"I just want to get out of here and Beacon Hills." I rolled my eyes.
"Listen up," Coach said. "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely." Coach held up a bunch of motel room keys and people began taking them from him, one by one. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
"Who's rooming with who?" Rae asked.
"I'll be with Sammy," Lydia announced.
I nodded at her. "Addie, too. I'm sure Coach won't mind if we have three."
Addie grinned up at me, nodding.
"Well, I'm obviously with Scott," Stiles gave a goofy grin, putting his arm around his best friend.
Isaac eyed Rae and she laughed, patting his shoulder. "I would room with you Isaac, but I don't think Coach will like that very much. Allison?"
Allison nodded. "Sure, I'll room with you."
"And that leaves Isaac with Boyd," I said, watching as the two bro-hugged.
Everyone took keys from Coach and headed to their rooms, but I stopped in my tracks when I realized Lydia wasn't moving.
I walked up to her, concerned about the panicked look on her face. "Lydia?" I asked.
"I don't like this place," she said, staring at the motel.
"I don't think the people who own this place like this place," I joked. "It's just for a night."
"A lot can happen in one night."
|| Teen Wolf ||
"All right, so I have four," Stiles was telling Scott, Rae, Addie and I, who had gathered in their room.
"Four? You have four suspects?" Scott asked, sitting up on his bed.
"Yeah, it was originally ten," Stiles replied. "Well, nine technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice."
Rae rolled her eyes.
"So who's number one?" I asked. "Harris?"
"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead."
"So if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices," Rae said, rolling her eyes, yet again. You would think they'd fall out by now.
Stiles frowned. "Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head."
"Well, what if it's somebody else from school?" Scott suggested. "Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people."
Stiles jumped up from his seat on the bed. "Excuse me? I'm sorry, what? I... yes, we did. I called that from day one, actually."
"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt," Scott shrugged.
"I was serious. I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me."
"Hey," Rae pointed. "I was on your side. Remember, I said he was a creep? They didn't listen."
"Okay, fine. No one but Rae listened to me," Stiles corrected himself.
"Okay guys we get it!" I groaned. "You guys were right and we were wrong. I was a different person back then!"
"Who were the other three?" Scott asked, changing the subject.
"Derek's sister, Cora," Stiles said. "No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister," Stiles said, as if it made perfect sense. "Next, your boss."
"My boss?"
"Yeah, your boss," Stiles nodded at Scott. "I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know. It freaks me out." At all of our blank faces, Stiles exclaimed, "Oh, my God. Have all of you still not seen Star Wars?!"
"We're not dorks, Stiles," Rae crossed her arms.
Scott sighed. "I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie. Now, who was the last one?"
Stiles sat down dramatically and said, "Lydia. She was totally controlled by Peter and she had no idea, so…"
"Lydia is not the killer. I mean come on guys!" I groaned. "You guys need to have some faith in her! She makes one mistake and you guys think she's a killer?! That's fucked up. So I suggest you get your head out of your ass and stop trying to act you're like some knockoff Sherlock Holmes and try to help us!" I crossed my arms.
Everyone gave me weird looks.
I don't know why they were surprised. I always try to defend and protect my friends. Especially when it's Lydia because she stood by me when I was going through some dark times. Defending her is the least I could do.
"Okay, I'm sorry. It's not Lydia I guess!" Stiles scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Whatever. I'm just gonna go to the vending machine," I shrugged.
Stiles got up, too. "I'll go with you."
When we walked out of the room and down the stairs to the vending machine, we saw Boyd there.
"Yo," Stiles greeted, but Boyd didn't reply. We watched as Boyd slowly hit the number '2', then '0', then '1'.
"Hey. That was the same thing I was gonna get," I smiled. We all watched as the peanut butter crackers was slowly about to fall, then got stuck.
"Oh, hang on. You know what? I got a patented method for this. Don't worry," Stiles said, getting a good grip on the machine. But before Stiles could do anything, Boyd quickly punched through the glass, took the cookies, and stalked away.
Stiles and I frowned at each other, shrugged, quickly took what we wanted and walked away, hoping no one saw.
|| Teen Wolf ||
I was in the shower in my room when I heard the bathroom door open.
"Lydia, did you get the new towels?" I asked. When there was no answer, I called out, "Lydia…? Addie?" When there was still no answer, I peeked behind the curtains and almost had a heart attack when I saw Scott standing there. "Scott! You scared me." He stared at me for a moment, a weird look in his eyes. I frowned, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for you," he replied in a weird voice. What the hell was up with him?
"You found me…" I said, awkwardly. "...in the shower… Slightly naked, if you didn't notice." I adjusted the curtains that were hiding my body.
Scott walked closer. "I've seen you naked before."
"Yeah, Scott, when we were little."
"So?" Scott asked, getting even closer. "We could just be closer friends."
Scott reached for me, but I shook him away. "Scott! What are you doing?" He blinked a few times and stumbled backwards. "Scott! I swear to God! Stop!" I slapped his arm away from me. I haven't seen him like this since the locker room incident last year.
Scott frowned, "Yeah, I was, um... sorry, I don't remember." He quickly ran out of the bathroom.
RAEGAN MCCALL
Back in my room, I was zoning out and staring at the fuzzy T.V. screen, but I could still hear Allison talking to her dad outside the room. "No, no. It's okay. We're at a motel," she was saying. "Yeah, yeah. It's not great, but it's just for a night…The Glen Capri. Do you know it?... No, Dad. Seriously, it's okay… I know…Bye."
When Allison came back inside and saw me zoning out, she sighed and came to sit next to me. "Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.
After a moment of my silence, she sighed, taking her hand off my shoulder, and got up.
"I want to learn," I suddenly blurted out.
She quickly turned to face me. "Learn?" she questioned.
I stood up. "Teach me everything you know about being a hunter."
Allison looked skeptical. "I don't know…"
"Please, Allison?!" I begged. "I am no match to the alphas. I felt so weak and pathetic when we were fighting them. I got Derek killed! I'm sick and tired of just standing around and having to let the werewolves fight all the battles. Maybe instead of them saving me all the time, I could save them for once. I need to help my friends. I know you know how I feel, Allison."
"Listen, Rae," Allison started. "I understand, I really do, but I can't just help you throw yourself into danger. I can't take that kind of responsibility. What if you got seriously hurt? Do you know how guilty I would feel?"
"Allison," I sighed, "I'm gonna be throwing myself into danger, anyways. But if I have better skills, there's less of a chance of me being hurt. So actually, you would be helping me not get seriously hurt."
"Well…" Allison hesitated.
I got on my knees and took her hands. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please—"
"Alright, fine!" she laughed. "I'll help you. But there's one condition…"
I got up to my feet. "Anything."
"You have to go get me some Twinkies from the vending machine."
|| Teen Wolf ||
Wow this place really is trashy, I thought as I took the Twinkies and potato chips from the broken vending machine. Oh well, free food.
I was heading to my room when I saw Lydia and Addie heading towards the front desk and decided to see what was going on.
"Excuse me?" Lydia was asking the lady. "The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine."
The lady turned around and we couldn't help but blatantly stare at her breathing stoma. "Sorry about that, sweetheart," she wheezed out.
After a moment, Addie pointed to the number above the lady's head that read '198'. "What's that? That number?" she asked.
"It's a kind of inside thing for the motel," the lady explained. "My husband insists on keeping it up."
"What do you mean?" Lydia frowned.
"It's a little bit morbid, to be honest. You sure you want to know?"
"Tell us," I said, curious now.
"We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction," she said.
"Obviously," Lydia muttered under her breath and I had to suppress a snort.
"But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail," the lady said. "Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides."
"198?" Lydia guessed.
"And counting," the lady said, giving a creepy cackle.
|| Teen Wolf ||
"198?" Allison repeated. All of us were gathered in Lydia, Sammy, and Addie's room.
"Yes, and we're talking 40 years. On average, that's... 4.95 a year, which is... actually expected," Lydia said.
"Yeah, but who commemorates that with a framed number?" Sammy frowned.
"All suicides?" Allison asked.
"Yep!" I said, popping the 'p'. "Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicides."
"Lydia…?" Sammy frowned, touching her friend's shoulder.
Lydia looked very confused. "Did you hear that?" she murmured.
Oh, no. Lydia's acting creepy. Nothing good ever happens when Lydia acts creepy.
"Hear what?" Allison asked.
Lydia slowly turned around, staring at the air vent on top of a bed. She stepped onto the bed with her shoes still on.
"Lydia? Is everything okay?" Addie frowned.
"Oh my God, oh my God," Lydia said, looking like she was about to cry. Then she flinched back, really hard, covering her mouth in terror.
"What is it, Lydia? What happened?" Sammy asked.
"Did you hear that?" Lydia asked us with wide eyes.
The rest of looked around at each other, all with confused expressions. "Hear what?" I asked.
Lydia climbed off of the bed. "The two people in the other room... they shot each other." Lydia quickly ran out of the room, the rest of us trailing behind her.
Lydia walked into the room without knocking. The lights were out. "Hello?" she called out, walking into the room.
"Lydia, what are you doing?" Allison asked.
"Hello?" Lydia called out again. When she had found a source of light, she turned it on, revealing the room to us. It didn't look like a crime scene at all. In fact, it was clearly being renovated. "It had to be right here. It was a guy and a girl, and, I mean, they sounded younger, but... they were here."
"I believe you," I offered.
"She's right," Sammy agreed. "After everything we've been through, we believe you."
ADELINE LAHEY
"You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place," Lydia said as soon as we went back to our room. "We need to leave."
"But they were suicides, not murders, and it's not like this place is haunted, right?" Allison reasoned.
"Maybe it is," Rae shrugged. "You know, I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room. Maybe that's why they're renovating. Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling."
"Maybe we should find out," I suggested.
|| Teen Wolf ||
When we reached the front desk, there was no one there.
"Well, there goes that," Sammy said, letting out a frustrated sigh.
Allison frowned at something by the desk. "Didn't you say the sign said 198?"
All of us turned to see that the sign clearly said '201' now.
Lydia shook her head rapidly, "It was 198. I swear to God it was 198."
Rae stared at the sign critically. "Okay, what does that mean, that there's been three more suicides?"
My eyes widened as a dark thought passed through my mind. "Or three more are about to happen."
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon," Sammy said, telling us, including Stiles now who we were filling in, about her creepy encounter with Scott.
"Yeah, I know," Stiles mused. "He was definitely a little off with me too, but actually, it was Boyd who was really off. Sammy and I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."
"Huh," Rae frowned. "So that was him."
"See, it is the motel!" Lydia exclaimed.
I nodded. "Either we need to get out of here right now, or... someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP, before the werewolves go crazy and kill us."
"Okay, just hold on, all right?" Stiles said. "What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"
"You mean like three sacrifices?" Sammy presumed.
Stiles nodded. "What if this time it's three werewolves?"
"Scott, Isaac, and Boyd," I blinked.
"Maybe we were meant to come here," Stiles said.
"Exactly!" Lydia exclaimed, once again. "So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?"
"I agree!" I called out. Even though I barely knew Boyd, I didn't want any of the boys to die. We really needed to get out of here.
"Wait, hang on. Let me see this," Stiles said, taking a bible from Lydia that she had gotten from the nightstand. Stiles began flipping through the pages and took out a few separate pieces of paper.
"What is that?" I asked, trying to get a better look.
"Newspaper clippings," Sammy answered, her eyes wide as she read the headlines.
"'28-year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri'," Stiles read out. He shook the bible and many newspaper clippings fell to the bed.
"Oh, no. Look at these two," Lydia said, pointing at the clippings. "They both mention the room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."
"So if every room has a Bible…" Sammy started.
"There could be articles in all the rooms," Rae frowned.
"That's a beautiful thing," Stiles began, sarcastically. "Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred."
"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia asked and all of us ran next door to see that the door was locked. "No," Lydia shook her head, "that was not locked before."
"Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac, and Boyd out of here," Sammy said and we all made to leave when a loud whirring noise stopped us in our tracks.
"Uh, guys…" I said, looking towards the direction of the noise, "Do you hear that?"
Lydia slowly nodded, "Good to know I'm not the only one who heard that."
"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on," Rae pointed out, and my eyes widened.
Fuck.
Author's Note:
"Will be updating again soon so look out. I'm going to try to at least finish the entire third season by the end of summer" the biggest lie of the century said by Mod R in June 2018. Now it's January 2020, almost two years later lmao. All three of us are in college now but still talk about this fic all the time and our never-seen-through plans for it, and now we've decided to come back and finish it! I was on the fence about it for a while because I really wanted to finish it but I was like what's the point now since Teen Wolf is over and no one would probably read it, but Mod S convinced me to finish anyway so here we are. Okay now for real this time, we're going to try to finish the third season by the end of summer lol. After we're done writing season 3, we were thinking about writing drabbles to show all the important scenes that happen over the last three seasons. Hope to see you soon! -Mod R
So….we're back. So much time has passed by! Like dang we started this in our sophomore year of high school and now we're in our second semester of college. We got inspiration for writing this fic when I got a funny Stiles video on Youtube in my recommendations. Ever since then, I have been so nostalgic and started rewatching episodes of Teen Wolf and was talking to Mod R about it. We were talking about this fic and I started re-reading it and I just missed writing this fic so much. So we've decided to continue. We're going to try our best to write it even though we're busy with college. See you soon! - Mod S
Guess who's back! Sooooo sorry for the super long hiatus, we've just been jam packed with senior year, and now college, but like better late than never I guess hehehe. Let's see how long we'll up with this lol. I'm hoping to at least finish season 3, but let's see I guess. Oh man, it's been so long since I've watched Teen Wolf. I'm definitely gonna force Mod S to rewatch the show with me-and Mod R whenever she comes to our dorm. Updates probably won't be too frequent because college is our first priority, but we'll definitely try our best! Thanks to all who've stuck by us! - Mod A