Oh god, yesterday's episode has to be my favorite one so far! It was so evil, so incredibly chilling. I mean, the ending! DID YOU SEE THE ENDING! Who was the wrinkling evil person that burned in the fire?! What kind of madness is this? I have no idea! And now I seriously want to know.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my OCs…

Lucy felt her shoulder nudged.

Her eyes blinked opened as her head moved from side to side. She lets out a soft yawn as she rubbed her tired eyes at Isaac's direction. He stared down at her with an amused smile, his hand rubbing her arm.

"We're here," he whispered and Lucy nodded while scratching her forehead. She looked over his shoulder to see it was a motel out the bus' windows. People started to get up and slowly, like zombies, head down the aisles and out the bus. Isaac grabbed his bag and Lucy did the same with hers. She followed her boyfriend out, her boots hopped down the three steps before hitting the cold, hard pavement.

The chilly, air night caused Lucy to shiver and she inched closer besides Isaac. The werewolf offered her his warm heat and the girl sent him a faint smile. As Scott and Stiles finally exited the bus, the coach blew into his infamous whistle and captured everyone's attention.

"Listen up!" He screamed at the teenage bunch. "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves."

Lucy rolled her eyes at the statement, but said nothing. Coach Finstock held the multiple keys in his hands, showing them to everyone as he continued on.

"You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely."

Lucy leaned into Isaac's ear. "I'll go and bunk with Allison and Lydia-"

"No," he interrupted her with a light tug on her arm. Lucy stared at him with a confused expression and Isaac lets go. "Stay with me. Just for tonight."

Lucy glanced at the motel, then at her friends before returning her gaze at him. She bit the inside of her cheek as she made her decision. One night wouldn't hurt her and the motel did give her an unpleasant feeling. She would feel much safer in his arms knowing that he would protect her from harms way.

"Okay," she agreed and Isaac quickly gave her a side hug. His arm never left her shoulders as he snatched the key from the coach's fingers. Heading up the stairs, Lucy quietly observed the motel closely. With each passing door, she eyed the windows that should have been cleaner. The curtains still had small stains and tiny ripped holes. The uneasy feeling came back in her stomach, the motel getting more and more suspicious for her taste.

They finally made it to their room and Isaac gave the key to Boyd. He opened the door, pushing it wide and entered. Lucy shuffled inside, her arms hugging her own body as she circled the decent sized room. It held two beds, one for each person although it was big enough to fix two people, a boxed television set and a small bathroom.

Bags were dropped on the beds and floors.

Lucy dropped her purse on Isaac's bed as she sat on the mattress. Lucy began to take off her shoes, putting them to the side. She wiggled her toes, smiling a bit.

"I'm hungry," Boyd's voice was monotone. Her head looked over her shoulder, the brown eyes she held stared at the dark-skinned werewolf. "I'll go see what I can find."

With that he left.

The door closed as soon as he slipped out of the room. Lucy sighed as she got up from her spot and walked towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," she told Isaac and the werewolf glanced at her.

"Do you want a shirt? I have a spare in my bag," he offered and Lucy nodded. His hands rummaged through the duffle bag and grabbed the white shirt. She took it and gave Isaac a small peck on the cheek. She also took her own purse before going inside the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

"Imma go grab something to eat," Stiles piped up from his bed. "Saw a vending machine while entering this disgusting place." He patted his pillow, a disapproving frown appeared on his face. "Seriously. This doesn't even have any softness to it! Feels like I'm sleeping on some hard stone from the Flintstones era."

"Well, you just have to deal," Scott chuckled at his friend. Stiles made a 'tsk' noise and shook his head.

"Do you want anything?"

"Surprise me."

"Okay then," he shrugged as he grabbed his wallet before heading out the room. Scott laid back down, his head hitting the pillow. Now he knew what Stiles meant about the pillows. They really weren't as soft as before. He grunted in displeasure, shifting his body position and abruptly stopped moving.

His mind went blank.

His senses gone.

He felt…nothing.

Scott quietly sat up with expressionless eyes. His head slowly turned and Scott got up from the bed. It made a faint noise as his weight came off, and Scott shuffled around it and towards the door. His hands gripped the knob and opened the door, stepping outside and walked away from his room. He had no idea where he was going, but he had to go somewhere.

He needed to go somewhere.

He needed to find Allison.

Lucy slipped into the shirt Isaac let her borrow for the night.

She was fully changed and was fresh. Although the bathroom wasn't on the highest of qualities, it did make her feel somewhat relieved and fresh. She used the fade green towel to dry her wet hair as well as patting her face. Lucy had to do on wearing her skirt still, but she didn't mind. They were only staying for one night.

One night only.

Lucy placed the towel down on the sink. She gazed into the mirror, thinking to herself. The girl sighed as she grabbed her purse and rummaged quickly inside. She needed to get something and her fingers felt what she was looking for. It was birth control pills and Lucy knew she had to take one. It was for safety precautions and Lucy quickly too a pill. She swallowed it down, the uncomfortable lump passed through her throat, although she was getting used to the feeling.

Putting it away, she smoothed down the shirt.

Lucy checked to see if she left anything in the bathroom before heading out. The door clicked open and Lucy stepped into the room. She stopped near the bathroom doorway as she watched Isaac sitting in front of the TV.

He used the remote control to flicker through the static channels. Her eyes gazed at the numbers, each going up by one and Lucy grew worried. He stopped at the number 201, and Lucy licked her lips as she gripped tighter on her bag.

"Isaac?" She softly called out to him. The werewolf remained still, but lowered his hand that held the control on the bed. His blue eyes mindlessly gazed into the static screen, the light hitting his face that helped enhanced his jaw. Lucy noted the heavy smirk on his face and the girl grew concern of his behavior.

"Isaac?" She tried again. Lucy cautiously approached Isaac, her bag dropped on the bed. Her hand gently squeezed his shoulder. Isaac's head slowly turned around, his blue eyes pierced into her brown ones. The way he looked at her set shivers down her spine, it was different. She felt mesmerized by the ocean waves that hit her. His hand quietly reached for her cheek, his fingers brushed lightly on her skin.

He stood to his height and the werewolf easily towered over her. Lucy felt small, her neck craned up just to gaze into his eyes. Her hands laid on his shoulders while his fingers continued to brush against her cheeks. His face leaned forward into hers and Lucy remained still.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered hotly into her ear. His warm breath had tickled her wet skin and Lucy was quiet. The werewolf's nose lightly rubbed against the crook of her neck as he inhaled the sweet aroma that radiated off from her. "So…beautiful…"

"Isaac-" Lucy mumbled, but was cut off from his lips crashing on to hers. His kisses started off gentle and sweet. Then in a flash, it went more eager and hungry. It was as if he never saw her in a long time. Her lips were soft and plumped, warm and inviting to Isaac and the werewolf wanted more. He hungry begged entrance and Lucy moaned as she did granted his wish.

His tongue attacked the inside of her mouth, the feeling caused her legs to lose their strength and become like jello. Her body became weak as her arms wrapped around him for balance, her pleasure exploding inside. Isaac wanted more, much more right now and he needed it right this second. He couldn't wait any longer.

He swiftly picked her up, his hands underneath her thighs as he moved the girl on to the bed. Lucy gasped as her body was connected to the mattress in a flash. Isaac wasted no time as he hungrily attacked her neck. The bites he gave her went from soft to hard, the pace changing in between. Lucy squirmed underneath him as their hips grinned against each others.

Isaac lips went back to hers, their speed becoming quicker. The two were fighting for dominance and Isaac growled as he made her moan. The soft sounds added to his enjoyment, his werewolf side howling as he smelled the arousal tainting the air. It haunted his senses, the desires in full drive and nothing could stop him.

He felt her fidgeted fingers work his belt, their movements wild as she tried to rip his pants off. In a smooth motion, Isaac took them off and carelessly threw them away. He didn't care where it landed, he only care to eliminate all the obstacles that block him from her. His hands slid slowly down her smooth legs. Lucy arched her back, gasping harder as Isaac hastily took off her white skirt, throwing it on the floor besides them. His claws were now impatient as he just decided to ripped the shirt she wore.

Isaac was satisfied to smell his scent on her.

It just reminded him that she was his.

That he would only be the one to do this to her.

That no other guy would do this.

As soon as the last pieces of clothing were off, Isaac hovered his large, muscular body over her small frame in a predatory motion. Although no one else was in the room, he didn't want anyone to see Lucy naked. It was only for his eyes only, no one else's and Isaac's claws possessively gripped the mattress out of instinct. He wanted to put up a boundary that no one could pass through.

He didn't want no one to touch her.

"Isaac…" Lucy breathed out his name into the night and the werewolf lifted his head. Their noses barely touched and his eyes glowed into a bright yellow. "I love you."

"Mine," he growled at her and Lucy nodded.

"Yes, yours," she agreed with him in a hushed tone.

His…

Lydia's heels stomped the concrete ground as she headed to the front desk. In her arms were two towels that were neatly folded. The only problem was that the towels reeked as if someone had smoked in the room that she and Allison were sharing. Her friend was taking a shower and Lydia offered herself to get new towels.

She opened the door, the bell ringing into the night and Lydia walked inside. She placed the towels on the counter along with her arms and stared directly into the glass wall. There was a small box hole for her to talk into.

"Excuse me," Lydia made her presence known to the old lady. "The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine."

"Sorry about that, sweetheart," the old lady croaked as she spun around to face Lydia. The redhead jumped in surprised and her eyes glanced at the tube that stuck out from her throat. She decided to look at something else, her eyes wandering anywhere but the lady's throat and she landed on the number that hung on the wall.

198.

"What's that?" Lydia asked. "That number?"

The old lady looked behind. "It's a kind of inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up," she loosely explains.

Lydia gave her an odd look. "What do you mean?"

"It's a little bit morbid, to be honest," she told her. "You sure you want to know?"

"Tell me," Lydia softly demanded without any hesitation. When she had gotten off the bus, there was this eerie feeling about this motel. Something was quite off in her opinion. As if something was lurking around.

"We're not going to make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction," she spoke and Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Obviously."

"But we are number one in California when it come to one disturbing little detail." Lydia soon remained quiet, wondering what that specific detail was. "Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides."

A wicked grin appeared on the old lady's face, as if it were something amusing to share. Lydia was horrified as she stared at the number again. It was a really, really, really huge number. A number that recorded the suicides that happened in this motel.

"198?" She quivered, her eyes feeling watery.

"And counting." Her haunting chuckled echoed into Lydia's mind and the old lady went into the back to get her new towels.

Lydia needed to tell Allison.

To tell everyone.

"198?" Allison repeated the number in shock. She dried her hair with the new towel that Lydia had brought from the front desk. Lydia sat on the bed, dumbfound as she intertwine her hands together anxiously.

"Yes," she breathed out. "And we're talking forty years. On average, that's…4.95 a year, which is…actually expected," she calculated the results. Allison came out from the bathroom, fully clothed with the outfit she wore from the bus. Her, Lydia and Lucy didn't exactly pack other clothes as they didn't actually think they would stay at some motel for a night.

"But who commemorates that with a framed number?" Lydia asked, the thought on keeping track the number of suicide deaths was beyond ridiculous. "Who does that? Who?"

"All suicides?"

"Yes." Lydia then recalled all the types of suicides that had happened here. "Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you," she eyed Allison quickly, "but me, I-"

"Which…which one do you want?" A ghostly male's voice whispered around Lydia. The girl became quite scared.

"Did you hear that?" She whimpered to Allison.

"Hear what?"

"I don't know," a female's voice answered the guy's question. Lydia didn't want to seem crazy at all, but she listened closely at the voices. The two came from behind her and she slowly turned her head to see the vent. "The smaller one, I guess."

"It's okay. Smaller's better," the guy agreed, his voice slightly cracking. At this point, Lydia cautiously climbed on top of the bed and kept herself steady. She neared her steps closer to the tiny air vent where a thick string blew. "There's less kick. I'll chamber the round. All right, so…"

"Wait, wait! When do I-I mean, do you count?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll…I'll, I'll count to three."

"So after three or on three?"

"You tell me."

Lydia shuddered, her eyes forming tears. They were going to kill themselves, right here, right now. She heard her name being called from Allison, but Lydia didn't turn around.

"One, two…"

"Oh my god…oh my god…" Lydia gasped under her breath. She heard the countdown happening.

"Then pull the trigger."

"Oh my god…"

"I love you," the guy admitted to the girl.

"I love you too."

"One, two…"

A loud gunshot was heard and Lydia jumped back in shock. A hand covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, but the tears ran down her face. Allison grabbed Lydia's arms to keep herself from falling, but was very concerned of her friend.

"What is it, Lydia?" Allison asked her, demanding answers. "What happened?"

"Did you hear that?" The redhead cried at Allison and the brunette was completely confused at the question.

"Hear what?"

"The two people in the other room," quickly explained with her chest heaving quickly as she came down from the bed. "They shot each other."

With that, Lydia rushed out from the room and outside with Allison not far behind. Lydia began panting as she followed the path to where the vent might lead. She knew the vent shared the room next to them and she had to see if the two were okay. Maybe they could still help them save their lives, but she needed to act quick.

"Lydia!" Allison called out her. Lydia didn't listen, but stopped at the door. It read 216 and her hand reached for the knob. The door creaks opened and Lydia shudders in fear as she called into the dark room.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

Her fingers wobbled towards a light switch, flickering to give the room light. Nothing was working and her panic grew. She placed one foot inside, her whole body shaking as she stepped in the room. Allison was beyond concerned and had to stop the girl that was entering into a room without someone's permission.

"Lydia, what are you doing?"

Allison stood near the doorframe and watched as Lydia began to call out again for the two people she supposedly heard from their room. Allison soon entered inside in order to pull Lydia outside, but she couldn't. Light illuminated the obscured place and Allison's eyes scanned the buckets of paint and a large white sheet that covered the floor. It seemed that someone was renovating the room, and Lydia was confused.

Where were the bodies?

Where was the blood?

Where were the guns?

"It had to be right here," Lydia defended her insanity. She spun around to face Allison and admit what she heard. "It was a guy and a girl, and, I mean, they sounded younger, but…they were here!"

Allison stepped forward, her face sincere.

"I believe you," she looked around before staring at Lydia. "After everything we've been through, I believe you."

Lydia nodded, happy to know that Allison didn't find her crazy. She sighed out of misery as nothing was out of place. That was until her eyes landed on the wooden wall. Something drew her closer towards it, and she could make out faces.

Painful faces.

As she approached closer, Lydia could hear distant screaming and she jumped back. Lydia just decided to leave the room.

She had too.

Allison quickly followed her into their room and Lydia began to snatch their belongings they had taken out and shoved them into their bags. Allison didn't want to intervene with Lydia like this. It scared the brunette, and all she could do was stand in the middle of the room.

"You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place," Lydia confessed to her as she zippered the bag. "Hey, Allison, we need to leave. Call up Lucy, she needs to know this as well."

"But they were suicides, not murders," Allison tried to calm Lydia down. "And it's not like this place is haunted, right?"

Lydia gave her an exasperated look. "Maybe it is," she heavily sighed. "You know, I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room! Maybe that's why they're renovating," she walked closer to Allison. "Maybe they're been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling!"

"Maybe we should find out," Allison offered.

"Maybe we should."

That's chapter fourteen! They finally did it :D! They finally got "freaky in the sheets", but since I'm such a wuss: I won't go anything beyond that. Sorry, can't do that. I mean I can…but I just can't. Okay, that didn't make sense…whatever, but they finally did it XD. I'm sure you can all rejoice or something. Here's the question of today:

If you held a tea party, what villain (book/movie/game/etc.) would you invite?

Personally, I would go for Darth Vader XD. It seems quite hilarious :3 Reviews, alerts and favorites are loved and appreciated :D! Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD