I did start my vampire diary story. Anyone reading it?

Also thank you so so so much for the love, please keep it coming!

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Cat arrived at the party just as it was getting dark and she knew Isaac had to hurry back to the depot.

"You better go." She told him. "Be safe, okay?"

"I should be saying that to you." He replied with a hollow laugh. "I don't have a good feeling about this, Cat."

"I'll be fine." She whispered, reaching up to give him a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She stepped away to leave but he grabbed her hand pulling her back and he wrapped his arms around her. She grinned up at him, seeing that he would be alright tonight, that he would find his anchor. "You'll be fine, just find an anchor."

"I have." He whispered, leaning down to kiss her.

She was taken by surprise but briefly returned the kiss before she pulled away when she started feeling his nails grow sharper against her side and as she looked up at him, his eyes were amber.

"Get back there." She told him "and hurry. I'll be fine."

He nodded, turning and taking off at a run and Cat walked up to Lydia's front door just as the birthday girl opened the door for Stiles.

"Happy birthday." Cat shouted as Stiles tried pushing the present through the door.

"Hey you found the present." Cat cried.

Stiles nodded as he continued struggling. "It took forever, I bought a million different things I have to return. Next time just tell me, okay?"

"Where's the fun in that?" she asked, reaching over to help him turn the present to fit it in the doorway as Lydia turned and walked away.

"You look cute." Stiles told her, "Different but cute."

She shrugged. "Going for a new look I guess. Are Allison and Scott here?"

"How would I know? I arrived at the same time as you."

"I'm here." Scott said, entering the house behind them.

"Good because guess what I learned." Stiles told them. "Everyone that has died so far was on the swim team and guess who their coach was." He looked between the two, rolling their eyes when he saw they hadn't clued in. "Mr. Lahey."

"What?" Cat asked in disbelief as they walked through the house to the backyard.

"Yup. You guys see Jackson anywhere?"

"No." Scott replied, looking around. "You guys see Allison?"

"No but we should probably find her and tell her what we found." Stiles suggested.

"Hey." Allison came up to them as they entered the backyard. She sent them an awkward smile as she avoided looking at Scott. "Jackson's not here yet."

"No one's really here yet." Stiles noticed, looking around.

"Maybe it's just early?" Cat suggested.

"Or maybe no one is coming because Lydia's turned into the town whack job." Stiles said, doubling over when Cat hit him in the stomach.

"Ow." He mumbled. "When did you learn to hit hard?"

She shrugged. "We have to do something."

"Cat's right." Allison agreed. "We've been pretty much ignoring her the past little while."

"Lydia's pretty much ignored Stiles for the past ten years." Scott reminded them.

"I prefer thinking of it as not having been on her radar."

Cat snickered as Scott shook his head. "We don't owe her a party."

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison asked, causing the three others to look at her in confusion. "She wouldn't be the town whack job if not for us."

Everyone looked over at her and Cat felt bad as the redhead looked around, worried at the lack of people there.

"I guess I can get the lacrosse people here." Scott suggested.

"And I know some people who can get this thing going, like really going." Stiles said.

"Who?" Cat asked.

"I met them a little while ago and let's just say they know how to party."

Cat cocked her head to the side as Stiles briefly touched her hand. She burst out laughing at what she saw. "You got their numbers?"

"They handed them to me." Stiles protested with a small pout. "And right now? Very useful."

Him and Scott moved off to place some calls, leaving the girls alone.

"You look adorable." Allison told her.

"Thanks, so do you." Cat replied. "I should go see Lydia though, I'll see you in a bit okay?"

Allison nodded as the smaller girl walked off towards Lydia, stopping along the way to talk to the few people that were mingling around.

"Cat." Lydia called as she neared the redhead. "So glad you're here, although that probably isn't the outfit I would have picked out for you." She wrinkled her nose as she looked the small girl up and down. "Can I get you some heels? Please?"

Cat smiled and shook her head. "I'm quite comfortable, don't worry about me."

Lydia rolled her eyes, "Fine. But only because I like you."

"Lydia, you told me you had a project you needed my help with."

"Did I?" The taller girl grew thoughtful. "I guess I did, but it worked itself out."

"What project?"

"Just something for the new guy I'm seeing."

Cat looked around the party. "Where is he?"

Lydia smiled at her and Cat had the oddest feeling something weird was going on. "I'm sure he'll be around later. Have a drink of some punch, it's really good."

Cat reached out to grab a drink off the tray, only so she could brush up against Lydia but just like before, Lydia showed nothing. "Thanks." Cat whispered.

"Try some." Lydia told her, "I want to know what you think."

Cat smiled and took a sip of the drink. She was worried there would be alcohol in it but she couldn't taste any, in fact, it tasted really good and she quickly drank the rest of it. "Wow Lyd, this is really good."

"I know." The redhead replied, passing her another glass as the doorbell rang. "I should get that."

"I'll come with you." Cat replied, hoping it was Stiles guests.

She followed Lydia to the front door, watching the birthday girl as she opened the door and looked at the group of people standing there. Cat recognized some people from the lacrosse team but front and center stood the drag queens from the club they had gone too that night they had found out the Kanima was Jackson.

"And you are…?" Lydia asked, looking at them with a raised brow.

"Here for the party." One of the drag queen's announced.

Lydia looked at Cat before looking back at the crowd and stepping aside. "Well, come on in."

Everyone cheered as they entered and Lydia watched them walk in. "Don't touch anything." She told some of them. When they were all in, she looked at the shorter girl. "were those…."

"Drag queens?" Cat finished with a grin. "Yes. I guess everyone knows it's Lydia Martin's birthday."

"As they very well should. I need to go make more punch make sure none of them touch anything."

The red head left and Cat smiled, shaking her head. She slowly made her way back through the house, occasionally stopping to pull some of Lydia's things out of people's hands and shoo them to the back. She finished her drink, placing the cup on a nearby table as she went to find one of her friends. She came up behind Scott and Stiles as they looked across the pool at Allison who was standing alone.

"are you going to apologize or what?" Stiles was asking Scott.

"Why should I apologize?" Scott asked.

"Because you're the guy, that's what we do." Stiles told him.

"But I didn't do anything wrong." Scott replied, looking at Stiles, confused.

"Then you definitely should apologize. You see, any time a guy thinks he didn't do anything wrong, he definitely did something wrong."

Scott shook his head. "I'm not apologizing."

"And what about Cat, you going to apologize to her?" Stiles tried again.

"No." Scott petulantly replied

"Is that the full moon talking buddy?"

"Probably."

"So what's the excuse for every other day?" Cat asked, coming up behind them and dropping into Scott's lap.

Scott looked at her confused as she grinned at him before he looked up at Stiles.

"Well at least she doesn't look like she wants to rip your face off anymore." Stiles said. "And really, we need that, something has to go right here, we are getting our asses kicked in case you haven't noticed. People are dying, I got my dad fired, you are going to be held back in school if Gerard gets his way-"

"Aw, don't tell me you're failing again." Cat replied with a pout, wrapping her arms around his neck. "We worked so hard."

"Are you feeling okay?" Scott asked. "I thought you were mad at me."

"I, am great."

"Are you drunk?" Stiles asked.

She giggled. "There's no alcohol here silly. Oh look," She pointed across the pool and the guys turned to look.

"Jackson is here. I'll call him over." She opened her mouth to call out but Stiles reached over, placing a hand over her mouth.

"How about we don't do that?" Stiles suggested as they watched Lydia hand Jackson a glass of punch. He took it before turning to look at them, his eyes narrowing as he glared. Cat responded with an enthusiastic wave which Scott quickly stopped, pulling her arm down.

"I need a drink." She exclaimed, grabbing Scott's face in her hands and giving him a big kiss before she jumped off his lap and skipped away.

"Is she drunk?" Stiles asked.

"I think so."

Stiles shook his head. "I'll go after her, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, or you know, Cat like and freak people out."

Scott nodded as he looked down at his hand, feeling the pull of the full moon and doing his hardest to ignore it as Lydia appeared above him, a drink held out to him.

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"What's your biggest fear?"

Cat looked up at the familiar voice, startled when she saw she was looking at herself. "Am I dreaming?" She looked around to the people at the party, wondering if they were seeing another Cat standing across from the original but everyone seemed completely oblivious.

"I don't know, are you?" The other her asked with a smirk.

Cat looked her up and down, noticing that her double looked a complete mess. Her hair was its original color, mussed up and sticking out every which way, her skin was sallow looking, huge bags were under her eyes, She was far too thin and seemed to be wearing horribly fitted pajamas and upon closer inspection, Cat realized those pajamas belonged to a hospital, for a very certain ward. She knew, she had worn them once before.

"Do you see me? Do you see how I am?" The double asked. "Because this will be you soon. You will be exactly where I am. No friends, no family, no one. You will be all alone, stuck in a mental hospital that these people stuck you in and then forgot you ever existed. Every day you will be told you're crazy, that everything you think you see isn't real and you will start to believe it, but they won't go away. They will get worse and it will drive you closer and closer to the edge until one day you've had enough. Know what happens next?"

Cat wordlessly shook her head as her double gave her a maniacal grin, grabbing Cat's arm. The double held out a knife and before Cat could scream, slashed down on her wrist, all the while laughing as Cat screamed louder.

"Up and down, not across the tracks." The insane double sang as the original Cat sank to the ground, her hand moving to apply pressure to her bleeding wrist. She began sobbing as she watched the blood flow through her fingers and when she looked up her double was gone. She looked around, trying to find her but she had already disappeared and when she looked back at her wrists, they were fine. No blood, not cuts, nothing. Cat bit back another sob, this one of relief as she slowly got to her feet and began pushing her way through the still oblivious crowd. The only thing going through her mind right then was to find Scott. She was having hallucinations now and they were real. She had felt her double grabbing her wrist, had felt the knife cut through her skin.

She saw the back of Scott's head and called out his name. When he didn't turn around, she pushed harder through the crowd, stopping when she saw Scott, his face buried in the crook of Allison's neck as they were having sex, right up against the wall, in front of the whole party. Scott and Allison both opened their eyes to look at her, smirking as she backed up until her back hit the wall. She slid down it, pulling her knees to her chest as she buried her face into them. She couldn't watch this anymore but she had no clue what was going on and she didn't know whether to scream, cry, run away, or run up to them and start beating on Scott.

"Cat?"

She ignored the voice as she rocked back and forth, trying to dispel the image from her mind.

"Cat." The voice was louder and she felt someone grab her arm. She looked up in confusion as she looked at Scott, then at the wall where he was only moments before. Anger flooded her eyes and she shot out a hand to punch him which he easily stopped.

"Whatever you think you saw, it wasn't real." He told her. "I promise. But something happened to make everyone start hallucinating."

She looked down at her wrists again before looking at the wall, then back at Scott in confusion. "You were having sex with Allison, right there, against the wall and before that, there was another me and she tried to kill me and I was crazy."

"You're not, you're fine, and why would I have sex with Allison, or anybody right out in the open? Something is happening. What happened after you left us at the pool?"

She took his offered hand to help her up as she thought back. "I went to get another drink. Then I was talking to Stiles drag queens, and then I left to go get another drink but was stopped by me. I thought my mind was making the visions corporeal. I felt her cut my wrists, I thought I was going to die." She wiped at the tears streaming down her face. "I came looking for you and you were having sex with Allison and smirking at me."

"That wasn't me." He reiterated, smoothing down some stray hairs. "Cat, I haven't been with Allison like that since you, you have to believe me."

"Really?" She asked in a small voice.

He nodded. "I messed up, I know I did and I know I'm still screwing everything up but I love you."

She bit her lip before reaching out and pinching him as hard as she could.

"Ow." He cried, pulling away, "What was that for?"

"I'm not hallucinating again?" She asked, unsure.

Scott shook his head. "No, you're not, I promise."

"Oh, Scott." She cried, throwing herself at him as she began kissing him.

"Cat, I've been miserable without you, I hope you know that." He whispered in between kisses.

"Shut up and kiss me." She murmured as he backed her up against the wall and did just that. Cat had no idea what came over her just then. In the back of her mind, she thought of Isaac and how it would only be fair if he was given a chance but right at that moment, all she cared about was Scott kissing her.

Neither noticed Allison walking past the hall and doing a double take, her eyes widening in shock and horror at seeing her boyfriend and best friend kissing. Shaking her head, she hurried away, pulling out her phone and letting out a small cry before she left the party.

Cat finally pulled away as she looked up at him. "What did you see?"

"You, having sex with Isaac. I almost wolfed out."

She looked at him in surprise.

"Look, we'll finish this later, we need to find Stiles and Allison. Are you going to be okay?"

She blinked a few more times before giving her head a small shake get rid of the lingering images and feeling the inside of her wrists again. "I think so, what's going on?"

"It's something in the drink, I think. It's causing hallucinations. Lydia knows, she has to."

"If they're anywhere as bad or violent as ours, we're in trouble. How come we're still not hallucinating?"

Scott shook his head. "I think me wolfing out cleared my head."

"And me?"

He shrugged and she shrugged in return.

"Maybe I'm just used to seeing things."

Her phone rang and she looked at it, softly swearing when she saw who it was.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"It's Derek, he was only going to call me if there was an emergency. Look for Stiles, I'll meet you out by the pool."

Scott nodded before going outside and she answered the phone.

"Where's Scott?" Derek said by way of greeting.

"Looking for Stiles, is everything okay?"

"I'm going to need help, werewolf help."

"We're having major issues here too." She told him.

"What, what is it? Shit, I can't get there and deal with them."

"It's okay." Cat calmly told him. "we're working on it and we're fine, just crazy hallucinations are happening here. As soon as we're done, I'll send Scott to you. I'll even pick up something from Deaton to at least calm them and help."

"Cat, I don't want you near this, what if they bite you?"

"They won't. I'll call you when we're done." She hung up the phone and went off in search of the guys, finding them by the pool, Scott trying to get Stiles to drink some water and break him out of his hallucinations. He'd probably hate her for this, but oh well, they needed him at the moment. She walked over to them and pushed Stiles in the pool. Scott looked up at her in shock as Stiles came to the surface spitting out water.

How do you feel?" She asked, crouching by the edge with a raised eyebrow.

He glared at her as he went to pull himself out. "Like I'm going to have to rethink my policy on hitting girls."

"Drastic times, drastic measures." She told him before turning to Scott. "Derek needs help with the pack."

"We have to deal with this."

"I know, I told him that but after this, you need to go there."

Scott nodded. "We need to find Lydia though."

"I looked while trying to find you guys, I can't see her."

"And everyone that's had the punch is freaking out." Stiles said, looking around at everyone's weird behavior.

"I see that." Scott noted, watching people jump into the pool.

"I can't swim. Stop, I can't swim."

The three teens looked at each other before looking for the voice, watching as a group of people grabbed someone and threw him into the pool. They watched with bated breath, waiting for him to resurface. A hand reached into the pool and pulled him out and their eyes widened as Jackson stood up with a drenched Matt beside him.

"What are you looking at?" Matt snapped at everyone.

Cat glanced at Scott and Stiles as Matt moved towards them, briefly stopping to glare at Scott before walking by. Cat reached out a hand to grab him but Stiles grabbed her arm.

"Are you nuts?" He hissed. "Remember when you touched Jackson? Something tells me this would be just as bad."

"Right." She whispered, lowering her arm. "so it's- are we sure…?" She trailed off unsure how to ask the question on all their minds. Was Matt the Kanima master?

Sirens sounded in the distance and the party began to break up, everyone running in different directions. Scott grabbed Cat's arm so as not to lose her when her phone rang and she picked it up.

"Derek?"

"I'm fine now. Isaac helped."

"He found an anchor?" She asked with a small smile.

"You." Derek replied.

"Hold on." She pulled the phone away, trying not to think about what he had just told her as she looked at Scott. "The pack's fine. You and Stiles go after Matt and I'll keep looking for Lydia, I'll call you when I find her."

Scott nodded and left with Stiles.

"Who's Matt?" Derek asked.

"We're pretty sure he's the master." Cat replied, quickly relaying the events of the night to him. "So now I'm just looking for-"

"Lydia?" Derek asked.

"Yes but I can't-"

"No, she's here." Derek replied. "Why is she- Lydia?"

Cat listened but all she could hear was the phone being dropped. She hung up and called two, three, four more times but no one answered.

"Crap." She whispered, leaving the house and taking off at a dead run back to the train depot. She had no idea what was going on or how Lydia even knew Derek was there or why she even wanted to see Derek but she knew it was somehow tied into the hallucinations everyone had seen.

She made it back to the depot in record time, slowing down so she could quietly creep into the train car. The pack was sleeping, or knocked out, she wasn't sure which but Isaac opened his eyes when he sensed her.

"Cat." He whispered. "I did it."

"Where's Derek?" She asked.

"I- I don't know. I passed out after he tied me back up. You can't be here, it's not safe for you."

"I know. Just… sit tight okay?"

He nodded and she left the car, looking for any clues she could find. Finally something caught her eye and she hurried over to it, bending down to see purple dust on the floor. The brightness of it stuck out like a sore thumb against the dirty floor and she reached out to touch it, her eyes immediately glazing over as she saw Lydia walk up to Derek who was on the phone and open her hand, blowing the dust on him. He dropped the phone as he passed out and Lydia smiled, reaching down to grab his arm to drag him out of the depot. In a flash, she knew where Lydia was going and Cat ran over to Derek's things, letting out a sigh of relief when she noticed his keys were there.

Growling reached her ears and faintly she heard Isaac yelling for her to run. Grabbing a crossbow Derek had obtained for her, she took off for Derek's car, jumping in it and starting it, stepping on the gas and pushing the car to the limit. He'd be pissed that she was driving it but right then, she really didn't care. Saving his ass was far more important.

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