A/N: Thanks to Soul of the Wind and
Thanks sharonpijl, DCT, xxxmoonwillowxxx, SecretsofNelle, GiveMeTheStars for you feedback, glad you're liking it (so far ;))
Weregrrrl13, that might have to do with the fact that I took that creature from a little to known roleplay called Chill, I always wanted to use it in a game but never got around to it, now Beacon Hills has to deal with it. There will be more on the witches in future chapters.
Chapter 20 Things in the Dark
Peter's bedroom wasn't completely dark. A glow, coming from the living room, was visible from the small gap between door and frame and there was a bit of light coming from the street down below. The stop lights and a blinking neon sign cast faint coloured light flashes through the window creating shadows that made scary impressions of unidentifiable and obscure looking entities around the room.
Not that Lydia used to be the person to be haunted by scary things in the dark, but now she was aware that there were reasons to be afraid. Just in case there was something or someone else lurking: like a deranged werewolf or a psychotic teacher with a face straight from hell. It was hard not to think about those two since her throat was still hurting.
When she closed her eyes, it was dark enough to sleep. The bed was comfortable and her exhaustion, together with having eaten well, made her slowly drift into sleep. She lost all sense of time. There were the noises from the street, the occasional whisper in the living room, and other noises in the distance. They eventually faded and even the impulses behind her closed eyes made room to a pitch black nothingness.
It was the dream, she could feel it, felt herself standing surrounded by darkness. She gulped, realising the torch she had hoped to hold in her hand hadn't come with her this time around. Fear rushed over her, as she believed for a moment she had made it right back into the crypt only without any form of light. The ground under her naked feet felt rougher and more uneven than that in the crypt.
Even though the lack of noises hinted at nothing coming at her, there was this feeling that something lay in wait; her arms were covered with goosebumps and dread filled her stomach. Lydia knew she needed to be careful as she had no idea where she was. Testing her way in the dark with her feet, she soon found that to her left the stone path ended in a steep decline. Lydia wasn't about to find out how deep it went. Feeling around for a minute revealed that there was a steep decline on the right side as well.
It seemed she was on an elevated path that was maybe four feet wide. Slowly advancing, Lydia had to face the fact she had no idea in which direction to turn. The realisation that she was alone in the dark, unable to see even anything, in dead silence with something definitely trying to kill her even if it wasn't here at the moment, made her slowly but steadily more nervous. Maybe that was exactly what the thing from the crypt tried to accomplish.
At this very moment, she wished for her trusty flashlight but she would bet if she had brought it along, she would be somewhere where it was useless. Lydia tried to concentrate, conjuring one up with her mind but it didn't work either. Blind in the dark, she tested the way ahead: at least toward the direction she had been facing.
She realised that she probably should have worn something more practical. Chances were that this might have projected into her dream, at least if she focused enough. Still, the torch idea had been good, if she had been holding one when manifesting inside this dreamscape. This was the right environment for it. A cavish atmosphere that made brought out the goosebumps as a cold steadily creeped up her legs.
Every third step or so, she would step on a small pebble and sometimes even something a little larger. She tried to brush them away with her toes before her feet down, but it didn't always work as expected. Then one of the small stones, slided over the path and there was nothing for a very long second: finally, it hit a body of water.
Heights were not usually a problem for Lydia. What this told her was that the water was about thirty feet below her. That was entirely too high for any sane person to play blind man's bluff. She had never mastered the art of waking up on command. Since that left her with two choices.
The first was to stay put and wait until something woke her up. A gamble since it might also mean that something could come after her, leaving her in a location where she was utterly vulnerable. Remembering the creatures that had chased after her in her last dream, she was opting for choice number two: to carefully go on to find a place that offered her more cover.
It took her a few more steps to feel the soft decline of the path ahead, making her wonder if she was on some sort of bridge. Stepping or kicking off a few more tiny stones from her path, Lydia got an idea. She moved carefully to a crouching position and collected a few larger ones. Then she rose and calculating where the path lead, she threw one.
It clanked down on rock and then after a second or so, it hit the water. The next stone she threw what she hoped was to ninety degrees to her left. While she had no idea how far she had thrown it, it was somewhat disheartening to hear the plop when it hit the water. Doing the same to right side, gained her another hit against a rock, followed by the pebble falling down into water.
Just as she wanted to test the path behind her, she heard something. The noise came from under her, as if something moved in the water. Suddenly she was able to walk much faster down the sloping path. Once, she heard it breach the surface, Lydia strode forward at an almost reckless speed.
Whatever it was, it began splashing around. It also brought a somewhat acrid, manky smell with it. The clamour was getting really loud - her blood pounded inside her ears and she still could hear everything under her clearly. Her mind began analysing the sounds. Whatever it was it had to have multiple arms, or given that it came from under the water it were more likely they were tentacles. It was strange that even in the absence of her other senses, a clear picture formed in her mind and it wasn't a pretty one. Dream or no dream, that thing definitely tried to keep her away. For now she was satisfied by putting as much distance between what she thought might be a kraken-like creature.
Lydia wasn't the best runner and that translated into her dream. Her exhaustion and her fear of falling down made her slow down considerably. It was the feeling of something displacing the air next to her head that got her to stumble. The path seemed to have gotten a bit broader or else she certainly would have plunged into the water below her.
Instead she fell on the rocky path and found herself staring up into the darkness around her. Lydia knew she needed to move, even if the crystal protected her from the injury caused by the creature, she was certainly going to be catapulted out of the dream if she was seriously hurt or came close to dying in it. There was no guarantee that if things went wrong she wouldn't die after all: drown after being dragged into the depth of the water below her or even worse eaten by whatever nightmarish tentacle creature was reaching for her.
Her legs felt numb and even though she wanted nothing more than to get up and continue her escape from this place, she was like frozen in place. The only thing she felt moving was was her heart and it obviously wanted to jump out of her chest. In hindsight, spending a bit more time around Peter seemed suddenly like not such a bad option.
The thought of him, also brought to mind a piece of advice he had given her: she needed to work with her surrounding. Even though she couldn't see anything, Lydia realised that she had already begun picturing the scenery around her. Taking deep breath, she calmed herself down as she painted a more complete picture of her surrounding.
Below her was water and in those murky depth was a creature right out of one of those stupid fantasy films she had only watched so she could force Jackson in return to watch the likes of 'The Notebook' with her. Over the creature's habitat lead a stony path that functioned as a bridge carved out of the stone. It had to be some sort of underground cave, because otherwise there would be moonlight or stars or anything. Even lying on her back and staring upwards there was nothing but darkness.
However, as she felt around with her arms, she realised this part of the bridge was much wider. It didn't feel as steep as well. She must have made it close to the end. Lydia did her best to picture what would await her now: there would be a solid wall, the bridge would merge into a rocky outcropping leading to a narrow passageway that would lead away from this underground lake lair of the multi-armed beast.
Focusing on this, she felt something passing over her so close that it almost touched her. Even though she didn't know if she had succeed like with the lightning bolt or the flashlight in her previous dreams, she had to move. The fear of being caught if she were to stand up, made her crawl instead. At first slowly, she moved one arm, feeling the roughness of the stone as she put her weight on it to move the opposing leg next to the other one. Little pebbles poked into both knees. Once the spell was broken and she slowly scooted away putting forward each limb individually until her movements became more fluent. While she still felt arms or tentacles passing her it was as if they were further in the distance.
After what seemed to last forever, her head bumped into something rock hard. She gasped, it hadn't been that painful, but it had surprised her. Feeling something rush at her, she quickly rolled to her side as a wet and heavy tentacle crashed onto the stone next to her. It slithered over the stones withdrawing slowly back towards the water.
Quickly rising to her feet, she accidentally stepped on the slimy leftovers. As she was barefoot and the ground slightly uneven, she considered herself lucky that she wasn't slipping in it. Her hands moved along the wall, looking for the opening and without further ado, she dashed into it. The passage wasn't quite as a narrow as she had imagined it.
She had been a bit fuzzy on that detail. Instead of it being small enough so she could feel both sides of the wall with her elbows by her side, Lydia could stretch out her arms and still having problems touching both at the same time. Supporting herself by sticking to the left side, a few feet in, she stumbled over a soft mass. Instantly the smell from the creature seemed less bad, than the stink that reached her nose.
Feeling what it was, she made contact with a hand. A cold, wet hand with skin that felt glitchy and swollen. Resisting the urge to gag, she wondered why that thing had left her with a body. Was it a reminder of what was going to happen to her? Maybe a warning or did it just wanted to scare her out of the dream?
But the body gave her an idea. Lydia asked herself what kind of person would be found dead in a cave with a tentacle type of monster. Obviously an explorer of some sort, maybe and adventurer, certainly a person who had brought emergency equipment with him or her. It worked, she pictured a backpack with flares and found four of them.
Unable to hold three flares in one hand and not wanting the pack from the dead person, she stuffed one of them between her breasts, where the tight structure of her night gown held it in place. Two in one hand and the other in her right hand, she lit that one. The last time she had dealt with flares was when they had all checked into Motel Suicide. Lydia doubted that she could trick her mind into believing a jerrycan would be standing around in this environment. She tried but when she turned and looked around, she didn't see one.
It seemed there was a limit to her abilities to interact with the dream she was finding herself in. It was a world set by that thing she was looking for and she could influence it but only if the changes made sense enough. While she was grateful to finally have some light, she avoided looking at the corpse. The worst was hidden thanks to it lying face first on the ground but seeing the bloated hands, remembering how they had felt, was enough to make her fight the rising bile in her throat.
Looking back into cave, she saw the outline of the bridge that rose with some shadowy tentacle arms moving up from underneath it. As the arms had been much closer to the entrance to this tunnel, Lydia realised that this thing was probably afraid of light. With a precise move, she threw the flare onto the beginning of the bridge, before it rose. It caused the thing to retreat even further. In case she would have to make it back, she at least knew that with a flare she had a chance.
First she wanted to explore what lay at the end of this tunnel. As it went further down, Lydia had hoped that just as the last time it would lead her to the crypt. It would lead her there, she told herself. She needed to focus on that, if she had any hope of it working. After braving the bridge and the tentacle beast, she was more determined than ever.
At this moment, she felt slimy touch of a hand around her ankle. Immediately, she stepped back, letting out a surprised yelp. Under her the body of the explorer stirred, lunging at her as it pulled itself up to its knees. Then it raised its head and every fiber of her being just wanted to scream and get away from this thing.
Even though it looked more horrible than she had anticipated, she kept her lips pressed shut. Resisting the urge to scream afraid it might wake her up. There was still the resemblance of a face, but it was bloated and looked like rubber. The lips were cracked and in a state of decay, part of the lower lip was torn, revealing yellow teeth. The nose was halfway gone already and instead of eyes, there were just holes with something wiggling inside of them. At this point she was glad the flare was lying so many feet away from them.
It was still reaching for her while also trying to get up. Lydia considered herself lucky, it moved so sluggish. The stench got even worse when the jaw fell open and it was gurgling something at her. For all she knew it might just be gas leaving the body or it was one of those zombies that said "brains" as in that stupid Halloween movie marathon. Next year, she was going to give a proper costume party. She had about enough from icky, disgusting images.
Thinking about the last Halloween with her friends made this a bit more bearable. It reminded here that you couldn't give up and that sometimes she did need to fight. Even though she didn't like violence, right now, she needed to get past that undead person. In the best case this was designed to block her way, in the worst case, another attempt to kill her inside her dreams.
Grabbing another flare and tightening her hand around it, she thought of the crystal that was hopefully protecting her and still should be tied to that very hand outside her dream. Then she popped the flare and shoved it into the grotesque face in front of her. The zombie roared and began to flail, before collapsing to the ground.
Her back tightly pressed to the wall, Lydia made her way past the twitching corpse. Far away from that thing, at a point when darkness nearly had her in its grasp again, Lydia took the flare from her decollete and lit it. She hoped that it and the remaining one would last until she had found what she had been looking for.
As imagined, the way led further down and so she just focused on what she wanted to find at the end of the tunnel. The thought that the thing behind this could just play hide and seek, did occur to her but somehow she was confident that it couldn't hide from her indefinitely. So far she had always found her way to it. The attempts to deter her were getting stronger but as she had now protection that shouldn't matter.
After what seemed like minutes of walking through an unchanging passage, Lydia finally saw a narrowing at the end of the tunnel. The closer she got, the stronger the smell of rotten fish became. The creature's very own appalling fragrance, that lead her to believe she nearly had reached her goal, but then the passage ended.
"Typical," she complained. Her journey hadn't quite reached a dead end. At the bottom was a small opening: a gap she could crawl through. But that also meant being more vulnerable than usual. Having come this far Lydia didn't want to turn back. Instead she knelt down and held the flare down to see what she could make out. It seemed to be a round room with a huge stone sarcophagus in the middle. At least, that's what she assumed the rectangular block in the middle was. It was impossible to see anything more a feet and a half above ground.
The smell might mean it was close but she was unable to see the creatures position. Flinging the flare, which was anyway near its end, so it would land in front of the stone block in the middle, she kept watching and listening for signs of it. There was nothing and then finally she heard stone scratch over stone.
A huge stone lid came crashing down, obscuring the flare from her view. Even without the sound of rustling clothing, she knew the creature had rested inside that stone grave. As fast as she was able to Lydia crawled through the opening. Once she was through she stood up using the stone wall to cover her back. It provided at least a bit protection.
The lid took away so much from the fading flare light that she could hardly make out anything. It was just silhouettes and shadows, enough to see that her nemesis was coming closer. Lydia was afraid, the moment the lid had dropped her heartbeat had gotten fast. Her fast breathing alone must give away her position.
Her left hand still held onto the last remaining flare. With her right, she felt her way along the round wall. She felt some sort of opening but it wasn't another exit. It was a basin carved into the stone, but the substance inside felt oily. Lydia had no time to figure out how far around this basin went, as the creature was getting too close to her.
Not bothering to switch the flare to her other hand, she lit it and instantly the thing turned away. Lydia refused to believe what she saw. She tried to step closer but then she noticed the basin was going around most of the room. It only stopped at a man size entrance behind the creature. Holding the flare against the oil, it caught fire which then spread to the left and right.
The creature couldn't hide anymore outside the reach of her flare. The whole crypt was enlightened by the shine of the fire from the oily basin. It would have been a fiery triumph if what she saw now had a face or even a head. What Lydia saw was rump in dirty linen with a stump that was festering in pus. It was definitely looking undead. Only as far as she understood it, zombies needed their heads.
It had to be a trick but with the disappointment of not getting to see what she had hoped to, her confidence took a pretty big hit. The thing seemed to sense that. Unlike the zombie explorer from the tunnel, it moved fluidly. Spreading its arms that both ended in stumps, it seemed to point something out to her.
Lydia heard the water rushing towards her. Soon, she saw it seeping from the narrow gaps: the one she had crawled through and the one on the opposite site. There was no doubt that the room would fill with water, drowning her. The awful thing had moved to block the door which which seemed like her best way out unless she found a way to wake up.
The mere wish and focusing hard on wanting to wake up, didn't seem to help. She whispered to herself "wake up, wake up" but so far waking up had always been triggered by her special branch of scream. As she kept trying, the water kept pouring in. Soon it reached up to her knees. Her life being in danger certainly meant that eventually she would scream in panic only so far it was just water rising.
This made her wonder what would happen if she didn't feel like going all banshee before there was no air and she was completely under water. Somehow she didn't want to test if her screams would work then. She needed to wake up now - in case the crystal wasn't working. It wasn't that she didn't trust Yoon but betting her life on a piece of rock wasn't her first choice.
As she looked around, seeing that the water level was soon reaching the fiery basin, Lydia got a very desperate idea. With the cold water already reaching her hips, she reached out and held her right hand into the fire, recalling there was something else that had caused her to scream. She had expected it to hurt a lot, but was quite unprepared for the level of pain. Closing her eyes, she let out a massive scream.
Her plan had worked for the next thing she realised was that she was lying in a warm bed. On the side of it, sat Peter still suffering from her yell as was evident by the expression on his face. Her breath was still on the verge of hyperventilation, but laboured as her heart was also working overtime. Lydia still couldn't believe that after everything she had gone through, that thing was still hiding from her in plain sight.
"This is the point where I really wish my hearing would have suffered a bit," Peter said jokingly.
"Is everything alright?" Naira asked.
Naturally, she had also woken up the other two werewolves. Maybe her friends had heard her as well. Wearing silk boxers and a shirt, the recently turned beta was looking at her with a worried expression. Lydia nodded, gathering her voice. "I think so."
Looking at her right hand, there were no new injuries and the crystal was still tied to her hand. The only difference was that it was no longer transparent but grey bordering on black.
Peter took her hand and looked at it. "It certainly threw a lot of negative energy at it. You must have come very close." Then he turned to Naira. "Don't worry, there will be no more screaming tonight."
That was a comforting thought. She leaned a bit forward and Peter took the hint, wrapping one arm around her. "I almost woke you up earlier, but then you calmed down again."
"But it didn't work, it tricked me again and I was so close," she said, letting out her frustration before pursing her lips into an angry pout. Giving her time to calm down, Peter ran his hand over her back without making the mistake to tell her to relax.
Lydia was still shaking, remembering vividly how the cold water had crept up her legs. The looming danger that wasn't quite severe enough to let her wake up on her own. She looked again at the crystal, shocked by how it had changed. But it had done the job, her hand still stung a bit but there was no indication the injury had become real like the previous ones. When she untied the crystal she saw that it was as smooth looking at ever. There was just a lot of sweat glittering on her palm.
"Tell me, Lydia," Peter's voice was calm but firm. "What did you see?"
Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself together. "I didn't see anything. I mean, when I saw it, it had no head. I was moving but there was no face to see …"
"What else was missing, was there anything else that stuck out?"
She shook her head. Not just to make it clear that there was nothing to see but also because she refused to believe that this had been for nothing. Despite her abilities in the area of dreaming being so astoundingly progressive, she still wasn't able put them to good use. The only good thing that came out of it was that Peter wasn't making her feel worse about it. He patiently offered a shoulder for her to cry on and even tried to see if there was something she might have missed.
"Try closing your eyes," he continued, "I know it's not pleasant to remember but picture it, describe the thing to me."
"There was this horrible stench of rotten fish," Lydia began even though she thought it was useless, but she described the details. How his boots were old and crusted with mud and blood, the torn, dirty linen trousers and the long shirt, which were both significantly stained with rusted red and other dirt. "It was missing both hands, not just the one. It had nothing sticking out of that blood caked shirt - no head, no hands. Just stumps."
Her stomach turned remembering how rotten those cut off ends had looked. To her surprise Peter didn't demand more details, he was just pulling her closer. After stroking over her head for a few moments, he said: "It's as I feared."
Lydia knew he had hinted at this maybe taking longer, that she should rest before trying tonight. Right now she felt worn out and tired. She had been so convinced that she could pull this off but now she wasn't sure if she was strong enough or if she even wanted to be. "That identifying it will take longer?"
"No," he said and moved so he was looking right at her. "You did that, already. I know what we're dealing with."
"I did? But …" her voice trailed off, if that was a bad thing and she could tell it was from his voice. "... isn't that a good thing?"
Peter sighed. "That part, yes. Only that of all the possibilities Yoon and I had in mind, this is the absolutely worst possibility. I'm afraid, that it'll make things more difficult for you."
"Why?" Lydia could tell that he was contemplating if he should tell her. "What is it? I've a right to know."
To show that she might be upset but far from cracking, she withdrew out of the embrace and looked at him firmly. She wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Okay, there are many names for that thing - but the most descriptive would be: Greater Zombie Master," he said as if he was aware how silly that sounded. Yet, there was nothing even remotely silly about this. His face became serious seconds later. "It's called that because it's basically an intelligent zombie that controls and makes other zombies. It can animate the dead, but it can also take parts of animals and forge them into something new."
An exerted breath escaped her. This perfectly explained why the bitemarks didn't match an actual animal. It also explained the undead beasts that had chased her in that dream where she had hurt her wrist. As if Frankenstein's pet attack dogs and whatever else was mixed in wasn't enough, Lydia knew there was more bad news to come.
"The real problem is, that it cannot only raise an army, it's indestructible in its current form."
"You mean, that there's no way you can destroy it, even if we can find it?" Lydia said fearfully.
"The only way to do that would be to reunite it with its hands and head. Then it's just a weak decayed body again. But you're the only one who has a chance to find where it has hidden them."
"How, through dreams?" Lydia was aware that she had a knack for finding dead bodies but those were all recent kills, she had no idea how finding body parts of something that had died a long time ago was going to work. She wasn't fond of the idea either.
Peter nodded. "It won't be easy. You've a talent for this, but to find those parts will require some exercise and time. It will try to stop you, because right now you're the only one who stands between it and this town."
"What will it do if we can't stop it?" Lydia asked. Part of her felt he was exaggerating another part feared he might not.
Clearing his throat, he stood up. "Have you heard of the island of Croatoan? I'm sure you have, it's the foster child of mysterious disappearances. Comes up often enough in popular fiction. The truth of the matter is, one of those things came to the island and when it wasn't stopped, it killed every last person living there. It's how those things operate. They take a small settlement, kill people to gain more power, use that power to build up an army, and eventually…" He ended with a sigh.
"But in this day and age it can't just depopulate an entire town." Lydia yelled in disbelief.
"It can seal off communications, alter people's perception and short term memory, the more people it kills the stronger it will get. I'm sure it'll be a great modern day mystery."
"Just like Miss Blake," she stated flatly.
This was all a bit too much, she had processed the raw information but the implications made her head spin. At the very most she had thought she would need to get an idea where the thing was hiding after identifying it but that it was something that might go after Beacon Hills, something that could raise an army of undead beings, it was much more than she had expected.
"Only this thing's more calculating, it's not going to take any chances, it's not going to make the same dumb mistakes," he pointed out almost as if he admired it. There was certainly an enthusiasm behind the way he described that thing's ability.
"You said it's intelligent, was it ever a person or something?" It was probably not the most important aspect but it was like the one thing that was missing. There was no motivation, it was just doing this but to what end? As crazy and deluded Miss Blake had been with her revenge at least there was a reason for it, a goal that she pursued. "Is there something it wants?"
Peter shrugged. "Power." He said it, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Sure, once upon a time it was human."
"How did he become like that?" she shook her head.
"He was someone who always made zombies, ritual magic or praying to ancient gods, who knows," he leaned against the door. "Do you know why some of us have blue eyes?"
Lydia nodded, Stiles had told her about that. Peter's little excursion on how Derek got his and how Stiles was entirely convinced that he had been spinning the story his way. Even though, it seemed to be a fact that taking an innocent life, whatever qualified as innocent, would turn the eye-colour from yellow to blue. Jackson had them, in her room Deucalion had them as well, she had never seen Peter's or Derek's eyes when they were transformed but knew that from the story.
"Well," he said sounding almost solemn when he spoke, "whoever he was, he has taken so much innocent life that at some point nothing of his soul, self whatever you want to call it, was left. His only purpose is to gain more power. There's nothing else left."
"That's sounds so meaningless," she looked up at him.
He wasn't just saying it. Peter understood what it meant to trade power for a piece of himself. Lydia thought she understood what he was hiding under his detached demeanour. It was fear but not of facing off against this zombie lord thing, he was afraid to become like it. That at some point he would sacrifice too much for power.
"Why would anyone need so much power?" What she wanted to ask was why he needed the power but Lydia knew he wouldn't tell her. If he even got a hint that she had seen something more than he wanted her to know, she wouldn't figure out anything else.
"If you're like us, and you are now," he said without gloating, just as a matter of fact. "You need to be able to protect yourself - from the Argents, their hunter buddies, other supernatural beings - because you're on their radar and they will come after you, no matter what. They'll not just come for you - they target everyone around you." He shrugged and placed his hand on the door as if he wanted to close it on the way out. "Then again, some people just like power."
He smiled and then he switched off the light, "Better get some rest now."
Lydia laid back, her mind was racing but she was running out of steam. Sleeping was probably a good idea, even she needed to calm down a bit first. She grabbed the crystal in her hand more firmly, it had protected her body but there was no guarantee she would be able to avoid any more dreams.
As Peter closed the door and the patch of light on the carpet became smaller. Lydia told herself this was the point to say good night but instead, when the patch was nothing more than a line, she called out his name. He stopped and the door open a bit.
"Yes, Lydia?" he asked as if he already knew what she was going to ask.
At least she was certain that he wasn't going to say no. It wasn't that hard to ask. "You think, you could behave for another night?"
He sounded somewhat between gleeful and just happy. "Just a moment."
Pushing the door open again, he walked into the living room. Lydia shifted to her side to watch him. He picked up his phone and pressed a button on his laptop. She saw him texting very quickly, couldn't have been more than a few letters. Then he grabbed the pillow from the couch and switched off the light.
He didn't need it to find his way to her side, even in the dark the pillow landed exactly next to hers. After he closed the door for good, Lydia heard him undressing. Once finished Peter lifted her blanket. As he climbed over her Lydia felt how warm Peter was. As he pressed himself against her she thought that her friends would be so disappointed with her if they saw this. Then feeling all warm and safe from any more zombie master dreams, Lydia really didn't care anymore.
Final Note: I took the idea for the creature from the game Chill, which had many of its elements used in the old show Poltergeist: The Legacy, but it's much older than that. A classical horror game, just tweaked it a bit to fit in with these type o werewolves, but I thought I give credit to the idea of the creature where it belongs and heh it's an awesome RPG system and everyone should now about it.