𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
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"No, Stilinski, I am not participating in your pranks."

"They-they're not pranks. It's Mischief Night. It's tradition!"

Lyla rolled her eyes, leaning back against her headboard with a huff, "Well, it's not tradition if I've never even done it before. So do it without me." She heard Stiles groan on the other end.

"B-but you're my friend! And you're new! Which means you have to experience it!" Lyla contemplated it for a moment, smiling at the idea of the spastic boy thinking of her as a close enough friend to want to do dumb things with. But as Isaac returned from his bathroom break, emerging through her bedroom door cuddled in his hoodie and sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the lanky boy wincing as he quietly closed the door behind him; she realized she didn't want to go anywhere. "Uh-" She paused, shaking her head, "No. Goodnight!"

She heard his stuttering as she ended the call, smiling as Isaac crawled over her blanket covered legs and back into the spot next to her, "Okay, play it." Lyla giggled, cuddling her head into his warm chest and pressing play on Legally Blonde. Her room was cast in the low light of her white Christmas lights hanging over her desk, along with the light from the small TV on her dresser; and the only sound breaking through the room being the soft voice of Reese Witherspoon. Cold California air slightly blowing in through her cracked window, making it the ideal temperature for cuddling. It was the perfect atmosphere for a movie night.

"Was that Stiles?" Lyla chuckled, fidgeting with the loose black thread on his hoodie, "Yeah, he wanted me to come help with his Mischief Night prank on Coach."

Isaac rolled his eyes, "My dad never allowed me to participate in Mischief Night." Lyla frowned, looking up at him through her lashes, "It's just glorified pranks, Lahey."

Isaac smiled down at her, watching as she adjusted herself so she was leaning over him, placing her lips against his cheek softly. Isaacs stomach erupted in butterflies, lifting his hand up and cupping her cold cheek. "I'd much rather be here with you at midnight than in the school we're forced to attend every day, anyway." Lyla giggled, leaning down and pressing her lips against his.

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Isaac frowned as him and Lyla approached Scott and Stiles, the two boys standing in front of the twins. "Great." Lyla mumbled, rolling her eyes as they got closer.

"There's no reason to say no."

"I could think of a couple." Lyla raised a brow, crossing her arms across her chest and poking her tongue against the side of her cheek, "Like when you ambushed Isaac and put him in the hospital; and when your pack of deranged Alphas almost killed Derek."

"Or when the two of you held Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd." Isaac stepped beside Lyla, turning his gaze to Scott, "In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now." Lyla quirked an eyebrow as Aiden lifted his head, bearing his sharp teeth and blue eyes at Isaac. "Wanna try?"

Lyla's eyes flashed blue back at him, taking a protective step in front of Isaac with a growl, "Do you want to try-" Lyla glanced back at Scott, eyes going back to normal with the Alpha holding her wrist back. With a breathy chuckle, she swiped her tongue over her teeth and stepped backwards away from the twin and into Isaacs chest.

"Sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I." Scott shrugged at the twins, stepping past them and towards the school with Stiles in tow. Isaac followed after, smirking at them as he walked by them, while Lyla slammed her shoulder into Ethans as she passed, "Oops."

She heard the boy growl behind her, smirking as Isaac threw an arm around her shoulder, "Has anybody ever told you that you're a little scary?" Lyla shrugged, "It's been mentioned."

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The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, the girl raising an eyebrow as she peaked around the corner of her open locker door. "Having fun?" Isaac smiled, turning so his back was pressed against the lockers next to her, "I'm not allowed to watch you?"

"Like a hawk? No." She giggled, grabbing her Economics book, notebook and pen before slamming the metal closed. She smiled as she turned to walk towards Economics, Isaac happily keeping step with her and grabbing her hand. "How's Allison doing? I know Scott said he was feeling better and Stiles said he can read again, that he's not having visions anymore."

Lyla stuttered, "I-I'm not sure. I haven't spoken to her too much since the other day." Isaac's eyebrows bent downwards, "Really? You guys hang out like, every day."

Lyla moved so she could successfully look at him, quirking a teasing eyebrow and a wide smile at him, "Well I've hung out with you every day since then, so I haven't had the chance."

"You're like the hot girl that every guy wants."

She raised an eyebrow as they approached Stiles and Scott, "I'm the hot girl?" Scott muttered, staring at Stiles, who reached out and patted Scott's shoulders, "You are the hottest girl." Stiles spun around and walked away, Lyla and Isaac turning their heads back to Scott, the blonde girl pulling her lips to the side, "What?"

"I'm the hot girl." Scott's face relaxed, looking up at Isaac, who nodded, "Yes, you are." The Alpha giggled, gripping his backpack straps and walking off. Lyla chuckled, releasing Isaacs hand so the two of them could watch in confusion as Scott walked away.

"Okay." Lyla giggled, turning to Isaac, "I'll see you after class." Isaac hummed, bending down and planting his lips against hers. She smiled, wanting nothing more than to drag him into the nearest empty classroom and deepen their kiss. And it took a whole lot of willpower to pull away from him, "Bye."

"Bye."

She turned around and walked towards Coach's class, sending a shy smile over her shoulder at Isaac, who was watching her every move.

She chuckled, taking a sharp turn into the class and maneuvering over to the open seat behind Scott. She opened the book to their new chapter, head shooting up towards the wall that bordered his office as soft clattering came from the room.

"Son of a bitch!"

Lyla giggled, looking over at Stiles, who's uncontrollable laughs racked through his back. Stiles turned to Scott with a guilty look, sending a smirk back at Lyla. Mischief Night. Idiots.

Coach came barreling through from his connected office, "Mischief Night. Devils Night. I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil." Coach was fuming as he paced the front of his desk, giggles echoing from students. "You think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged? A mans house, is supposed to be his castle." Coach slammed his hand against Scott's book, causing harsher laughs to escape Lyla. "Mine's a frickin omelet."

Coach took a deep breath, face falling as he grabbed a present from his desk, "Oh this? We're gonna do this again?" He looked around, before dropping the box to the floor, "I don't think so." Lyla gasped as he slammed his foot into the box, the sound of glass breaking causing the Coach to pause and bend down.

She watched as he picked up the piece of broken mug, before grabbing the card. "Happy Birthday, Love, Greenburg."

Another laugh left Lyla's lips, Coach sending her a glare as she covered her mouth to quiet the giggles.

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Lyla sighed in contentment; eyes closed as she leaned her head back to allow Isaac more space to kiss her neck. "This is so cliché." Lyla mumbled, eyes rolling back as Isaac dragged his lips up her neck and smiled up at her through his lashes, "Don't tell me you've never fantasized about making out in an empty classroom during school hours." Lyla hummed, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him up to her face, "On occasion." Isaac smirked, slamming his lips against hers and grasping her hips, clawing at the material of her dark red cardigan. He adjusted his hands, slipping them under the sweater to grab the sliver of skin exposed by the slightly cropped tank top.

Lyla moaned as Isaac slid his arm around her back, grasping the opposite hip and roughly sliding her forwards on the desk so she was flush against him, slamming his lips back against hers. She tossed her arms over his shoulders, wrapping one arm around his neck and threading the other hand through his hair. She gripped the curls lightly, smiling against his lips at his surprised moan.

"Guys, oh-" Lyla pulled back from the boy, eyes wide as she looked over at their friends, who had slammed the door of the math class open. "Yeah, uh-" Lyla cleared her throat, hopping down from the teacher's desk and fixing her skirt. Her eyes flicked from a disturbed Stiles to a smirking Lydia, and to Allison, who was looking at them with fallen features. Stiles shivered, "It is profoundly disturbing how you two think this is acceptable."

Isaac rolled his eyes, running a hand through his now messy hair and guiding the embarrassed girl out of the classroom with a hand on her back. "Disregarding that whole situation that I wish I could burn from my eyes; my dad's here, with the FBI."

"What?" Lyla frowned, turning her head to Stiles as they walked down the halls. "Yeah, William Barrow, a psych patient from Eichen House that blew up a school bus a few years back escaped from surgery last night. Apparently, he did it because he saw kids with glowing eyes."

"Hold on." Isaac muttered as they descended the stairs, "Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes? He said those exact words?" Stiles sighed as they got to the final step, "Yeah, and no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies-" Lyla gagged at the mental sight. "Which any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome."

"Did you say flies?" The group stopped to look back at Lydia, who had paused a few feet behind them. "Lydia?" Allison's eyebrows fell in confusion. "All day," Lydia groaned, "I have been hearing this sound. It's like-" They stepped closer to the strawberry blonde, "It's like this buzzing."

"Like the sound of flies?"

Lydia looked up in frustration at Lyla, throwing her arm up and letting it fall back down to her side, "Exactly like the sound of flies."

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"Why do I feel like I'm always out of the loop on these things?" Scott mumbled as he walked alongside Lyla down the hall. "Well, if you weren't chasing after a certain girl named Kira, you might've been in the loop." Scott's mouth fell open at her, making her smile. "She's cute. Have you asked her out yet?"

Scott sucked in a breath, "No, No, I uh- I haven't." As they turned a corner, they noticed Melissa peeking out from behind some lockers. Scott gestured for her to come closer, the three of them meeting in the middle. "You got it?"

Melissa nodded, holding up the sealed plastic bag as Scott grabbed it from her. "Promise me you two will be careful? I looked right into this guys eyes and it was terrifying."

"Yeah, okay, mom. I promise. Okay?" Melissa nodded, Scott leaning in to kiss his mother on the head. "Okay." Scott pulled away, Lyla reaching out to Melissa, "Okay, go. If he's here, you're the last person I want him finding." Lyla muttered, smiling at the woman, "Be safe." Melissa pointed a finger at the blonde, making her smile "I will." She turned around and caught up with Scott, following him into the corner by the stairs, where Isaac and the twins were waiting.

"Okay," Scott mumbled, "Lydia thinks that he's still here even though the cops searched the whole school. But they didn't have one thing..." Scott opened the bag and yanked out Barrows surgery gown, "Our sense of smell." Lyla looked up at Isaac with a nervous smile. She did not want to be blown up by some psycho with a tumor full of flies and a hero complex, but here she was, getting ready to sniff his garments.

"Basement is where we're gonna start. We'll split up, Isaac and Lyla with me, you two on the other end of the basement and we'll work our way towards the boiler room." They each nodded, taking a good long whiff of the gown. It was not in any way a pleasant smell, and it stuck to the inside of her nose. Blood, musk, sweat. Disgusting.

They all barreled down the basement steps, Ethan and Aiden taking off in the opposite direction the moment they were flooded by the red emergency lights.

Lyla raised an eyebrow at Scott as they maneuvered through the basement, "So, what? We're trusting them now? What happened in the 7 hours since you turned them away?" Scott sighed, "Just because I'm letting them help, doesn't mean I trust them."

"Yeah, well I don't trust them either." Isaac mumbled, keeping close to Lylas back just in case, "Or like them. In fact, I hate them, and I just want them to die."

"I'd just like to rip their faces off with my bare claws and watch them writhe in pain." Lyla mumbled under her breathe, eliciting a low chuckle from Isaac. "Well," Scott shrugged, "If Barrows actually here and he's got a plan, you guys might get what you want." Scott walked further ahead of them, Lyla and Isaac looking at each other with downturned lips, "I could work with that."

They worked their way through the basement, not catching any scents or hearing any suspicious far off noises, which began to frustrate Lyla. "Okay, I think we can confirm he's not down-" She was cut off by the loud ringing of the fire alarm, the three werewolves looking at each other with wide eyes before taking off back towards the basement entrance, where they ran into Ethan and Aiden. The five of them quickly ran through the school, passing rushing students exiting the building while the alarm continued ringing.

When they emerged from the double doors, Lyla sighed in relief as Stiles and Lydia approached them. "We didn't find anything." She huffed, "Not even a scent of him."

"It's 3:00, so schools over. If there was a bomb, wouldn't he have set it off by now?" Stiles squinted, looking over at Lydia. "Does that mean that everybody's safe?" Ethan questioned, looking over at a shrugged Lydia. "I don't know. I just- I don't know."

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"I'm sending it over to you now." Allisons voice flooded through the phones speaker, Lyla nodding when the new email notification popped up in the corner of her laptop that sat atop her desk. "Got it." Lyla spoke, opening the email and clicking the attachment. A file opened, revealing a cluster of Latin writing and drawings. There was something called a Kanima on the second page, which had a drawing of a lizard like being next to it. "This is a bestiary?"

"Yup. 1,000 pages of supernatural history that you now get to share the misery of reading through with me." Lyla laughed, "At least I know we're both suffering, then."

She heard Allison giggle on her end, "Okay, call me if you find anything. Oh! And Lydia said the Latin word for fly is musca." Lyla nodded, scrolling a little further through the file, "Okay, I'll call you."

"Bye."

She inhaled deeply as she hung up the call, scrolling aimlessly through the information she already knew about. Beta werewolves, Omega werewolves, Alpha werewolves.

Her ears perked back at a faint noise outside her bedroom, straining her neck to look behind her at her door. Soft footsteps sounded from the stairs, and her anxiety kicked into overdrive. Jo was working an overnight shift, she wasn't supposed to be home until 7 a.m, so who the hell was in her house?

Her heart practically leapt from her chest as the door swung open, revealing Isaac, holding a tray of coffee from her sister's work, and a bag of food. "You scared the hell outta me, Lahey. Giving you my spare key was a bad idea." She laughed in relief, standing to her feet and walking over to him, "What are you doing here?" He stared down at her with a soft smile, "Well, I figured I could help."

Lyla raised an eyebrow, looking down at the two coffees on the tray, Beacon Bean Brew logo on the side of the paper cups, "My sister knows you're here?"

"Yeah, I said we had a joint art project worth half our grade. And then she gave me this stuff for free." Lyla chuckled, grabbing one of the coffee's from the tray and bringing it to her lips. "Hm, Isaac, you're a genius." She quirked an eyebrow at him, before spinning on her heel and sitting back down in her desk chair.

"Okay, so, what are we looking at?" Isaac leaned against the back of her chair to look at her computer, "Well, the bestiary is like 1,300 pages, so we're gonna be looking at a lot." Lyla sighed, selecting her half of the book Allison assigned to her and pressing the print button.

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"Find anything?" Lyla spoke as Isaac reentered the room. He sighed, shaking his head and placing of glass of water for her on her nightstand, dropping one of the printed papers from the stack in front of her, "Uh, Beelzebub? King of the Flies?"

Lyla pulled her lips to the side, "Are we sure she's even hearing flies? I mean, could it be like cicadas, or something. I've seen like 10 things about cicadas in this damn book, and all we got on flies was Beelzebub?"

Isaac laughed at her growing frustration, sitting down behind her on the bed and pressing his chest against her back, "Take a break." Lyla shook her head and rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand, "This feels a little too time sensitive."

"I'm sure Lydia will still hear the flies if you take a 10 minute break." Lyla shook her head again, picking up another paper from the stack. She huffed when Isaac placed a hand on her wrist, pushing the paper back on the bed and placing his lips right next to her ear, "Take a break."

She huffed, dropping her head back to rest it on his shoulder. She smiled at the feeling of his lips against her shoulder, turning her head to press her temple against his cheek. "I think I just need a break from all of this. First the Alpha pack, the Jennifer; then Stiles, Allison and Scott losing their minds. And now a psycho wants to blow us up and Lydia hearing flies I just-" She took a deep breath, moving her head from his shoulder to sit back up, "I'm tired, I need a distraction."

Isaac, ever the sympathetic, frowned at the girl. He reached up, swiping her hair from her shoulder and pressing his lips against her temple, "Me too." Lyla pulled her lip between her teeth, turning her head to look back at him.

"I can think of a distraction." She whispered, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips. "Oh yeah?" He mumbled, raising a suggested brow at her.

She moved towards him, gently placing her lips against his, moving them slowly against his as he reached up to cup her cheek. Isaacs moan fell into their kiss as Lyla maneuvered herself to face him, the girl gasping as he grabbed her hips and dragged her onto his lap.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lyla groaned as Isaac's phone began ringing, the irritating ringtone blasting through the bedroom as she dropped her head to his shoulder. "I'll strangle them. Who is it?" Isaac sighed in frustration, lifting his hips as well as he could with her on his lap, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, placing the device to his ear, "Scott."

"Barrow was after Kira! H-He took her!"

Lyla glanced at Isaac, the boys wide blue eyes already locked on her, "What happened?"

"H-he came up behind me, knocked me out and took her. Please tell me you found something? Allison hasn't found anything."

Isaac shook his head, holding in his guttural gasp as Lyla grasped the curls at the bottom of his neck, "No, nothing. Just stuff about flies, and the dead. Nothing else."

"Thanks. Keep reading."

Isaac dropped the phone onto the bed, leaning back into Lyla. The blonde girl groaned as she jumped off the boy, "I gotta pee."

"You're joking." She giggled at his fallen face, sending him a frown, "I'm sorry! I'll be 2 minutes, I promise!" She swung her door open, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She didn't have to pee, no, she just wanted to make herself look presentable. Adjust her hair, fix the smudged mascara that had gathered under her eyes from the long day. She still didn't love the outcome, but she could only hope Isaac would think she looked nice. She wanted it; it being to lose her virginity to him. She wasn't sure if he had ever done anything before, and she didn't want to assume. She knew he didn't really have any friends until Derek bit him, but who knows? Maybe his newfound popularity last year landed him a date or two.

She had never asked, felt it was a little too soon to ask questions like that, but she had made him aware when the first started dating that she had never been with anyone and he was completely respectful about it.

Her thoughts were cut short as her bathroom lights began to flicker, momentarily encasing her in darkness and flashing back on, until finally, they gave. "What the hell?" She whispered, reaching over to flick the switch a couple times. When the lights didn't turn back on, she frowned and stepped out of the bathroom. "Isaac?"

Before she could reach the ajar door, it slammed shut with a force that almost shook the foundation of the house, a blood curdling scream coming from in her room sending her into a frenzy. "Isaac?" She panicked, grabbing the handle and attempting to budge it open. It wasn't locked, but it also wasn't opening. "Isaac? Open the door!"

She cried out as she heard glass shattering and a whimper, slamming her side against the door. Despite her supernatural strength, the flimsy wood was not budging.

"Isaac!"