Hey! Thanks for all of the responses. Really glad that you enjoyed Lucy and Isaac do there thing, but many of you asked if Isaac did that while under the wolfsbane. Sadly, he was, so that would cause some drama, but isn't a little drama good? And using the Degrassi Drama Scale (cause that school was FILLED with it. The older episodes though.) drama over here might be a 5 or 6. Eh, not good with math, but on with the story ^_^! Enjoy!

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A phone rang.

Lucy moved her head that rested on top of Isaac's bare chest to the bedside table. It continued to ring, and Lucy's hand extended to grab it from its place. The light was too bright for her eyes, Lucy putting it down for a second. The phone rang again and Lucy looked at the screen to see Allison was calling her.

"Hey, what's up?" Lucy answered groggily as she was still sleepy. The girl looked to her side see Isaac soundly asleep, a pleased smile on his face. She couldn't help but giggle as her fingers played with his curls.

"Lucy, you need to meet us at the front desk, now," Allison quickly told her and Lucy's eyes narrowed in confusion. As if Allison noticed her facial expression, the girl sighed into the phone. "It's important. Lydia and I are here. We have a feeling that something is going on in the motel."

"Y-Yeah," Lucy mumbled quietly. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll meet you guys there."

She hung up the phone and Lucy lowers her hand to her side. Lucy realized time was ticking and needed to meet up with Lydia and Allison. The way the brunette sounded over the phone worried Lucy for a moment.

Was something actually happening in the motel?

If so, then what was it?

Lucy tried to get up from her spot, but she was held down by something heavy. That something heavy was Isaac's arm that was possessively wrapped around her naked waist. Their bodies were tightly pressed together, the heat radiated off from him kept her warm even although there was a red sheet above them.

She tried to break free from his grasp. Her body wiggled slowly, but a soft growl escaped his lips. Lucy stopped and sighed in frustration. Isaac wasn't going to budge at all, not like this and she didn't want to disturb him or his sleep. The girl inched closer to him as she mumbled gently at his face.

"Isaac, I need you to let go," she told him. She thought up an excuse. "I need to use the bathroom, Isaac."

Isaac, at first, refused for a second. Soon, his arm slithered off from her and Lucy could finally get up. She used the red sheets to cover herself and her eyes scanned the floor for her clothing. Quickly finding them, she changed without waking Isaac up. Lucy fixed her hair into a messy bun with few strands of her curls hanging out. Her eyes also noticed Isaac's clothes and she decided to quickly fold them and place them on the table beside their bed. Lucy glanced at the other bed, it was still neat and unused which meant that Boyd hadn't returned.

We have a feeling that something is going on in the motel.

She began to breathe heavily, her heart pumping slowly. Lucy took one more look at Isaac, her hand brushed his smooth cheek and planted a sweet kiss on it. She hoped to return before he woke up as she wanted to be here with him. Lucy sighed quietly as she walked out of the room and made her way to find Allison and Lydia.

Lucy ran down the stairs as her heart pumped.

She scanned the silent parking lot, noting how empty everything is and the only noise seemed to be her heartbeat. Her eyes flickered at each direction as she tried to find where the front desk might be, but she soon noticed three figures approach her. Lucy rushed as they were Allison and Lydia.

The redhead grabbed her hand. "We're heading up to our room."

"What's going on?"

"We'll explain everything upstairs," she breathed out as she dragged a confused Lucy with her. The brunette's mind was racing with questions. She wasn't sure what was happening or why her friends were acting like this. As their footsteps echoed upstairs, the three girls finally barged into the room and Allison immediately closed the door. Lucy pulled away from Lydia's grip, her eyes widen with her face tired and scared.

"Lydia! What's happening?"

"Three suicides are going to happen tonight," she confessed as she paced in front of Lucy. Allison guarded the door, but listened in silence. "We're not sure who, but three suicides are going to happen."

Lucy's face drained in color. "H-How do you know?"

"The number at the front desk," Lydia halted her pacing as she went closer to Lucy. "I went down there to get fresh towels and noticed a number on the wall. I asked the lady there and she said that 198 suicides had happened over the course of forty years."

"Forty years?" Lucy was now disgusted by the new detail and unconsciously analyzed the room they were in. Did a suicide happen in here? Or in the room where she and Isaac had slept at? Lucy wanted to vomit right now, but she sucked it up. "But you said three more suicides were going to happen. How do you-"

"The number changed to 201," Allison piped up as she walked towards them. "I saw it, and I trust Lydia when she said the number was 198 before."

201?

That number sounded familiar to her.

"I saw Isaac changing the channels on the TV and he stopped at 201…" Lucy lips froze in horror as she lifted her head up. "Oh god, something is definitely wrong. Lydia, call Stiles."

The redhead nodded as she whipped out her phone. Her fingers were on fire as she tapped the screen and quickly sent the text to Stiles. Lucy soon paced by herself as she took in the new information that the two gave her.

Suicides.

In this motel.

198 suicides.

Lucy felt horrified.

There was a rapid knock on the door and Allison rushed to open it. Stiles slipped inside, his eyes bounced at each person in the room. The three quickly filled the boy on what they know, on what Lydia saw and what might happen. Stiles stood quiet, his face not forming any expression at all, and he reminded Lucy on how the sheriff might behave.

Calm and collected.

Stiles was like the spitting image of his father. The only thing missing was a sheriff's uniform and he was set. When the three were done talking, Stiles tapped a finger on his chin as he absorbed the information. He was trying to find some sort of pattern, a path that they could easily follow along.

They soon jumped into the topic of odd behaviors.

Allison was the first to share. Apparently her brother entered their room while she was taking a shower.

Alone.

Lucy observed how freaked out Allison was, her hand rubbing her wrist for comfort. She was confused to hear what Scott did, and it baffled her. She knew Scott still had feelings for Allison, and the girl was the same. But Scott would never go as far as to touch her inappropriately like that.

Never.

"Last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon."

"Yeah, I know he was definitely a little off with me too," Stiles added as he heard Allison's story. "But actually, it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."

"Boyd was off with me too," Lucy jumped into the conversation. She snapped her fingers as she remembered what happened in the room. "He said he was hungry, but the way he said was weird. It was like something wasn't right with him. And Isaac," she eyed everyone quickly as she bit her lip. "He was odd too. He was changing static channels and just…just stared mindlessly into the screen…"

Lydia had enough evidence for her theory of this creepy motel.

"See! It is the motel," she exclaimed with her eyes wide. "Either we need to get out of here right now, or…" her hands pulled open a drawer and snatched a bible book, "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 tried to calm down the shaken up girl. "What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison pointed out and Lucy thought for a moment.

"Wait…three virgins, three soldiers…" Lucy mumbled under her breath. She stopped breathing when she placed all the clues together. "Pleased don't tell me it's three werewolves this time?"

Stiles gave her an apologetic glance. "From what it seems like: it is. The number at the office went up by three. Weird behaviors happening with the werewolves, it has to be, Lucy."

"Scott, Isaac and Boyd," Allison listed the three werewolves in trouble and Stiles nodded. Lucy wanted to bang her head on some wall. Her brother, her boyfriend and even innocent Boyd were in grave danger.

The three were targets for the sacrifices.

"Maybe we were meant to come here," Stiles confessed his thought to them. Lucy stared at him with narrowed eyes, but Lydia eagerly pounced on his opinion with support.

"Exactly!" She screamed at them with frighten eyes. "So can we get the hell out of here now?" She approached closer to Stiles. "Please?"

Lucy wrapped her arms around her torso, hugging herself. She wasn't sure what to do, what to think of all this madness flying around them. They were just a group of teenagers, but she knew there was more then that. They were a group of teenagers that dealt with mythical creatures such as werewolves and kanimas and any other bizarre things that shouldn't be real.

None of this should be real.

"Wait, hang on," Stiles' hand reached for the bible Lydia held. "Let me see this."

As he opened the book, Lucy and Allison neared closer to Stiles. Lucy's eyes peered over Stiles' shoulder as she watched him take out a piece of paper.

"What is that?" Allison asked him.

"'28-year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri'," he read off from the newspaper. Lucy noticed how recently it seemed. Maybe a year or two, but the headline made her skin crawl. Stiles saw other pieces of paper appearing between the pages and he quickly shakes the bible. Other small papers soon fell on the bed and Lucy's hand reached out for one of them.

It was another suicide.

Another death.

As the four shifted them around to make some sense, Lydia pointed out something.

"Oh, no. Look at these two," she snatched those pages and placed them together. "They both mention the room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."

"You don't think there might be more in the other rooms right?" Lucy asked them with uncertainty. She glanced back at the bed, the words became a blur for her. Lydia shook her head at the girl with her lips forming a frown.

"There could be articles in all the rooms," she stated and Lucy rubbed her tired eyes with her hands. She was getting a massive headache, but the pain wasn't what bothered her. It was knowing that her brother might die tonight in a brutal way. That Boyd and Isaac might do the same as well.

"That's a beautiful thing," Stiles snorted quietly. "Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred."

"You'll be lucky to even find a mint under the pillow," Lucy scoffed loudly beside him. "It could be some bug or a blood drop from the previous guest."

Lydia rolled her eyes at them, but didn't bother to comment. She wanted to stop this situation from happening.

"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?"

The three teens slowly stared at Lydia before all of them look over their shoulders and at the wooden door. Stiles was the first to react as she bolt out of the room and outside. The three girls followed his lead, their steps echoing into the night air. Lucy reached to Stiles and watched as he struggled to open the door.

It didn't budge.

"No," Lydia shook her head slightly. "That was not locked before."

"Forget it," Allison cried out them. "We need to get Scott, Isaac and Boyd out of here."

"I'm with you," Lucy brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. The ones that matter the most were those three. They needed to get them out of here, away from the danger and most importantly: away from their deaths. As soon as Lucy took a step away from the door, an electric whirring sound grabbed her attention.

It caught all of their attentions.

"I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia asked them cautiously. Lucy returned to her spot, as sweat trickled down her face.

"Who the hell is in there?" Lucy banged on the door as her hands shook the knob. The door was locked and she groaned in frustration.

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on," Allison added.

Stiles appeared behind them. "Handsaw?"

The boy used a pin to pick the lock and struggled to get it open. The click satisfied his ear and Stiles pushed the door to reveal Ethan holding the handsaw.

"Hey, no, Ethan, don't!" Stiles yelled at him and charged after the alpha. The two boys fought against each other, and Stiles held Ethan's wrists to prevent him killing himself. Stiles didn't care if the saw might hurt him, it was a possibility, but he needed to stop Ethan from becoming a victim of death.

Lucy wasn't sure what to do.

She stood in shock, but her eyes travelled down the orange cord. She tapped Lydia's shoulder, pointing her finger at the plug. Lydia realized the idea and she immediately pulled the cord out and the handsaw stopped. It was a close call as the machine fell to the floor with Stiles' face lunged forward at it.

His nose barely touched the sharp spikes.

Lucy and Allison rushed at Stiles, their hands pulled him up. His chest heavily heaved and Lucy glanced between him and Ethan. It seemed that the alpha wasn't done as his claws appeared above them. He proceeded to try to pierce his bare torso, his eyes tightly shut closed. Lucy jumped from her spot as well as Stiles and Allison.

Hands gripped around Ethan and all three used their strength to peel his claws away from his own body. Ethan's painful scream screeched into Lucy's ear, but the girl didn't let that lose focus on what she was supposed to do.

To save him from killing himself.

Ethan lashed inside their grasp, his body twisting and turning to be free. Ethan needed to take out the person inside him. It was haunting his mind, leaving him insane to the bone and he couldn't take it anymore.

The alpha werewolf had released himself from the three, but he landed on top of a hot stove. It sizzled once his hand made contact with the hot surface. Ethan screamed in pain as he fell to the floor with a loud thud. The claws went away and the boy heavily panted as his eyes bounced widely around the room.

Where the hell was he?

Where was Danny?

"What just happened?" Ethan asked as he hurriedly got up from the ground. Lucy tried to get him to calm down, her hand cautiously approached him.

"Please, Ethan, just calm down," she spoke softly, although there was a small lump inside her throat. The alpha werewolf shook his head angrily and stormed out the room in a flash with Stiles calling after him. As Stiles was trying to get Ethan to talk, the girls followed behind them with their mouths quiet.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Ethan growled at him while cradling his burning hand. It was slowly healing itself, the scars disappearing. "I don't know how I got there or what I was doing."

"Okay, you could be a little bit more helpful, you know?" Stiles sassed at him. Lucy's feet landed on the concrete pavement, her eyes pleading at him. "We did just save your life."

"And you probably shouldn't have."

Lucy's fist curled out of anger. "What an ungrateful werewolf!"

"What now?" Lydia asked as she rested her hand on Lucy's tensed shoulders.

"Lucy and I will find Scott," Allison told the group. Lucy lifted her head, her brown eyes staring at Allison's direction. She needed to find her brother and make sure he was fine. If this was what Ethan tried to do to himself, Lucy wondered what Scott might do. "You guys grab Isaac and Boyd."

Lucy moved passed Stiles and Lydia as she walked upstairs with Allison. The two girls needed to find Scott and hoped that they weren't too late to save his life.

The thought of Scott's bloody body almost made Lucy cry.

Isaac opened his eyes.

He stared into the darkness as the ceiling fan turned and turned.

His arm moved, but he was met with just the mattress. Isaac was confused as she turned his head to where Lucy should have been. She should have been next to him, fast asleep with a peaceful smile on her beautiful face, but she wasn't. She was gone, and he was alone.

He noticed he wore his clothes, but Isaac remembered that he took them off. Just as Lucy took off her, but no clothes were on the floor. The bed was made, the red sheets underneath him and Isaac was beyond confused.

"Lucy?" He called out to her. His eyes searched around the dark room. "Boyd?"

Isaac heard some clatter coming from upstairs. A couple of bangs that were soft and Isaac could have sworn to have heard metal clanging against the walls. He sat up from the bed as a hand ran through his hair.

That's when he heard his voice.

"Hand me the 7/16 wrench," his dad ordered to someone. Isaac heard a loud and annoyed sigh. "What the hell? This is the 9/16, you moron! You know what the difference between a seven and a nine is, dumbass?"

"You know what the difference between a seven and a nine is?" Isaac spoke up to no one, his head turning. "It's a stripped bolt."

"A stripped bolt," the voice snapped back at him.

Isaac lowered his head in shame.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-" He stopped apologizing as it got him nowhere before. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to shut up!"

"I want you to shut up," Isaac repeated to himself. "Shut up, shut up…"

Just shut up, Isaac.

Why can't you just shut up, he thought to himself.

His hands gripped the edge of the bed, his toes curling.

"What can I do? I can't fix this now," he gulped in misery, the tears dangerously trying to seep down his face. He didn't bother to stop them, his face was wet and afraid. He was afraid of what he had done. What he can't undo because it was all his fault, as always. "I can't fix it. I can't fix it."

"I can't even keep it closed," his voice zoomed around him. "Grab the chains."

At this point Isaac stopped crying, his tears melted off his face. His whole body froze when he heard that one word.

That one word that would always haunt his mind forever.

That one word that would leave him mental scars.

That one, simple word.

"What?" Isaac asked, although he knew better. The sounds of the chains were coming back to him. Coming back to get him. "Grab the chains. Get in. I said, get in."

"Are you not hearing me, son?" His father growled at him impatiently. "Get in the damn freezer!"

No, Isaac thought, no he couldn't.

He didn't want to.

It was too much.

He didn't want to feel trap.

To suffocate to death.

"GET IN!"

Isaac jumped back and hit the board of the bed. The voice was like a loud thunder, powerful and mighty. Isaac knew he shouldn't have hesitated and now he has done a bad deed. It's all his fault, as always.

It was always his fault.

Stupidstupidstupidstupid, Isaac thought quickly. His hands grabbed a pillow, shielding his face as if that would protect him from anything. Stupid, as usual from him. Everything he did was stupid occurring to him. Isaac pushed the pillow away from his face and his ocean eyes met with the cover of the freezer.

He screamed as it closed over him.

That's chapter fifteen! Thanks to all the reviews, alerts and favorites I get from you guys! Really appreciate them all to the fullest. Here's the question of today:

If you had to share a jail cell, who would you share it with?

It can be anyone (fictional or not). So go crazy XD. Until next time…

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