Annabel smiled at the text: Want to be my plus one to the party? X

She quickly replied with: Defo! Give me 20 mins before u pick me up tho, ok? X

Annabel looked around her room, taking in all the designer clothes. She needed something absolutely gorgeous to wear, and she didn't have time to go to the mall. She looked in her closet and rummaged through her drawers, but there was absolutely nothing that was good enough for this party. Her first party in Beacon Hills was going to be one that she remembered forever.

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Annabel walked into the party, Lydia Martin's party, and almost laughed. It was such a pathetic party compared to the ones she and her cousins would throw in San Francisco. But she remembered that this was Beacon Hills, a sleepy town in the middle of nowhere and that this party was probably 'big' for them. She still smirked. But then she saw something that wiped the smirk right off her face. Yes, she had come here with someone else to make him jealous, but it was as if he didn't think she was going to there.

Isaac had his back to Annabel and was dancing with, of course, Allison. Allison had her head buried in his shoulder, so as Annabel walked over, neither of them saw her until she announced her presence with a loud cough.

But it wasn't the reaction she had been expecting; 'Oh, hey Annabel. I didn't know you were coming.' Isaac smiled at her and she could tell he didn't care that he'd been caught with Allison instead of her.

'Oh! Before I forget, I might you know, what with being drunk and all, may I introduce you to my lovely girlfriend Allison?' Then Isaac and Allison started giggling hysterically.

'I already know her you silly! She's my cousin. No, wait she's my sister?' Allison laughed harder and soon they were both laughing so hysterically that she had to drag them over to a sofa so they could sit down before they hurt themselves.

'Who got you so drunk?' She asked them with a sigh. She knew they wouldn't make sense with their words until they were sober again but she had to try.

'I think it was the dragon in the bathroom?' Allison replied.

'So they're high as well. Great.' Mumbled Annabel to herself.

'Nah, I'm kidding, there's no dragon, but the floor definitely does spin around and around woo!' Allison had got up and was spinning in circles. 'Aren't you going to join me, Isaac?'

Isaac stood, and then fell over. Annabel just caught him in time before he hit the floor.

'Lemmie go.' Isaac mumbled and attempted to support his own weight. He succeeded and joined Annabel where she was spinning.

'That's not how you dance!' Isaac said, before taking Allison's hands, and even drunk, danced a very fluent and beautiful waltz to the bass in the track that was playing.

Annabel watched as his werewolf healing powers kicked in and he began to sober up. Soon he had regained his senses and he was staring at Annabel with something that was guilt and confusion with a little regret mixed in.

'Shit.' Was all he said before running over to her to say something, probably to save face.

'I don't care, you were drunk-' Annabel started to say, before Isaac kissed her. But it wasn't an 'I'm sorry for being drunk' kiss, it was a goodbye kiss.

'I cheated on you with Allison, and I'm a terrible person and I'm sorry. Really sorry. But I love her, and I don't want to hurt your feelings. You probably don't want to be friends after what I've done, but I hope you do because I really like hanging out with you. You don't have to forgive me, I don't expect you to, but I want you to know I am sorry.' Isaac smiled, but it was a sad smile.

The other couples at the party slowed and started to sway with their respective partners as a really slow song started to play. Allison had sat back down and was staring at Isaac, smiling; even drunk she knew he had picked her.

'You really mean that?' Allison asked him, standing up.

'Every word.' Isaac took Allison in his arms and spun her around. They danced together as Annabel was falling apart. She ran into the bathroom and cried. She couldn't stop herself. The problem wasn't that he had cheated on her, or that it had been her sister, that didn't faze her, the problem was that he had chosen Allison over her. She loved Isaac, how could she not, but her feelings weren't returned and it hurt.

Suddenly Annabel couldn't breathe; her chest tightened and her throat constricted. She felt like she was having a heart attack, but she couldn't, could she? Could werewolves have heart attacks? Annabel had no idea.

What Annabel did know, however, was that it wasn't normal. She grabbed her phone and texted her father: I think I'm having a heart aykyjhgkfrd

She couldn't tell her fingers what to do anymore, it was like she had lost control of herself and she didn't like it. She felt the blood coming out from her nose and she couldn't wipe it away; her limbs refused to do as she wanted. Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor. She tried to move but she couldn't. She tried to call out but her mouth wouldn't move. She tried to press send on her phone, but she couldn't move her hands. She tried to keep her eyes open, but they closed.

She tried to keep hold of consciousness and life, but it slipped through her fingers like sand.

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'Annabel! Annabel please wake up, please!' Isaac yelled to her. He couldn't get her to open her eyes. She couldn't get her to do anything. Her eyes were closed, and she had no pulse, but he couldn't sit here and do nothing; he had to get her to wake up. In his head, Isaac knew she wouldn't.

When they had found her, lying in a heap on the floor, he had dropped to his knees and tried to rouse her, but Allison, poor drunk Allison, had only laughed.