"Some things are best left unsaid."

    Indigo's POV

 My body jolted as I woke up, eyes opening to the sun going through my window blinds. I furrowed my eyebrows. Did I put myself to bed last night?

    "Good morning."

I turned to the voice, seeing Melissa smile at me, already dressed in her work attire.

  "Hey, did- did you put me to bed last night?" I asked, my voice groggy and tired. Her eyebrows furrowed, shaking her head.

  "When I got home, you were already in bed, like Scott. Did- you not out yourself to bed?" She asked, leaning against the doorway. I shook my head, throwing the covers off as I got out of bed and stood up.

"Well, maybe Scott did." Melissa sighed, shrugging. "Anyways, just wanted to wake you two up for school. I have the early shift today, then back at 7."

  "Okay." I smiled. "Have a nice day, Mel-"

She glared at me playfully, not daring me to say Melissa.

  "Have a nice day, Mom." I grinned widely. She nodded and did a quick jog to me, throwing her arms around me. I hummed and held back, giving a quick squeeze before allowing her to leave for work.

She left quickly out the door and soon I heard her car start and roar off.

I walked out of my room to Scott's, wondering if he'd gotten up yet. His door was closed, but slowly, I opened it, hoping I wasn't intruding on anything too private.

    "Scott?"

  I opened to see him on the computer, scrolling down a website.

The same from last night.

    "Is this it?" He asked me, not turning away from the screen.

"Is it what?" I hesitated. He sighed and spun around to face me.

   "Is this what you are? A- Vampire Banshee?" Scott pointed to the screen. I shut my eyes and exhaled softly.

"I- maybe? The only thing that's happened to prove it is, me smelling the blood and the "premonition" things." I huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed, pushing hair out of my face.

   "Premonitions? What did you see?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Peter." I nodded. "Peter coming to Winter Formal. Hurting Lydia, killing her, turning her, whatever he was doing."

  "That's why you were out there." Scott breathed out. "To save her. Save Lydia."

"It's in my nature, apparently." I chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

    "Well, I mean- now we know! We have to tell Stiles!" He cheered, standing up and grabbing his book bag. My eyes widened, as I stood up and placed my hands on his chest to stop him from leaving.

"No." I quickly said. "Not- not till I know more. Until I know for a fact."

    "Stiles should know, Indigo." Scott lowly said. "He can help. He can help us research."

"Please, Scott." I whispered. "I can't have him looking at me, knowing I actually drink blood and go on revenge rampages."

    "How about knowing that you tried to save Lydia? Or, how about that this entire time, you haven't had any blood?" He pointed out. But it wasn't enough.

"I promise, Scott. When I get all of my answers, I'll tell him myself. Just until then, don't say anything." I stated.

  He sighed, shaking his head to himself as he nervously adjusted his book bag on his shoulder.

"Fine, fine. But if you don't soon- I will. I'm not keeping something like this from my best friend." Scott agreed, not very willingly.

    "He's worried about Lydia. I don't need him stressing over being a piece of meat." I sighed, taking my hands away. Scott nodded in understanding and I relaxed. I could trust him. I just needed my answers soon.

  "Ready for school?" He brought up, headings towards the door again. I groaned and rolled my eyes, following him grumpily.

  "Is anyone?"

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   "She ate the liver?" Scott's eye widened, as Stiles, him and I walked towards the school entrance. Stiles sighed and shook his head.

"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing." He huffed. "And, you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

   "I never ate anyone's liver." Scott reminded him.

"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model for self-control." Stiles scoffed, before he paused.

   "Actually, wait- you're a test case for this." He pointed to Scott. "We should be going over what happened to you."

"What are you talking about?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed.

   "I mean," Stiles looked to Scott. "Like, what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?"

"Allison." Scott shrugged. I scrunched my face up at the cheesy answer. Does he do anything other than breath and think about Allison?

   "Okay?" Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Nothing else? Seriously?"

  "Nothing else mattered." Scott shook his head. Oh, god.

"So, she'll be drawn to Stiles?" I asked, widening my eyes. "You were out there with us." I nodded, pointing to Stiles.

"Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson." Stiles shook his head at me. I nodded, but- something caught.

"Wait- who were you looking for? She was dancing with y-"

The bell rang and Stiles sighed in relief, laughing as he pointed to the school.

   "Wow, is it time for school? Already?" He exclaimed, shaking his head. "Well, see you guys at lunch!"

Stiles immediately began walking off, leaving Scott next to me.

   "We have morning practice." Scott scoffed, before looking to me. "You coming? I'm going to talk to Jackson, see if he can help."

   "I'll come with you." I smiled, nodding.

  "Wait- into the boys locker room?" His eyes widened.

"No. . ." I trailed off, rolling my eyes. "To the ladies room. Yes! The boys locker room." I scoffed.

   "C'mon, that asshole lead her out there." I huffed, walking into the school.

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"Gather 'round!" Finstock shouted out around the locker room. "Danny, put a shirt on. Hey! Stilinsk- Indigo? What the hell are you doing in here?"

   The boys turned around to find me sitting on a bench next to Stiles and I heard some wolf-whistles. I rolled my eyes and I felt an arm around my waist, seeing Stiles arm trail behind me. I smiled and looked back to Coach.

   "Getting an education." I smirked to him. He was about to say something back, but he just grumbled and shook his head, returning to his news.

"Listen up." He called out. "Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. It's a sick girl, roaming around, totally naked."

More wolf-whistles.

   "Now, it's supposed to get below 40 degrees tonight. I don't know about you- but the last time it got that cold and I was running around naked. . . I lost a testicle to exposure."

I mentally "ew"-d at the fact. Would that happen to Lydia?

   "I don't want the same thing happening to some innocent girl. So-" He turned around, posting a piece of paper onto the wall. "Police are organizing a search party for tonight. Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my class."

Most of them cheer and immediately grab the pen from Coach, signing up to find the naked girl. I rolled my eyes.

   "Hey, there's Jackson." Stiles pointed, finding Jackson standing at his locker. We all stood up and walked over, Jackson already seeing us walk over.

Scott quickly informed him of the situation, and at the end, Jackson didn't look the least worried about her. Let alone, slightly concerned.

   "If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care?" He scoffed, leaning against the locker.

"Because we have a pretty good idea she might be, you know. . . turning." Scott whispered. This time Jackson narrowed his eyes.

  "Turning?"

"Yeah." Scott nodded, but still- Jackson was confused.

  "Turning. . . " He trailed off, making Stiles sigh.

"Into a unicorn." He snapped, making me snicker. "What do you think, dumb ass?"

    "Well, I think that if Lydia's turning, she's not the one that's gonna need help." He smirked, shrugging.

   "What?" I raised an eyebrow. He chuckled and shook his head, like this was a joke.

"God, McCall, you've got it all wrong. When I was with Lydia, you should've seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with a real set of claws?"

   And he pushed passed us with a chuckle, leaving us all worried and questioning.

What would she do?

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  I watched as Harris passed out papers, tossing me mine, then Stiles who was sitting next to me. Scott sat in front of us and Harris passed him his, before walking around to pass out more papers.

    "All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." Stiles sighed quietly.

"I know." Scott huffed back.

   "What if the next body part she takes is from someone who's alive?" Stiles continued.

   "Mr. Stilinski-" Harris called out. I stilled and watched as Stiles leaned back in his chair. "This is a pop quiz. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

"Can you do that?" Stiles' eyes widened.

   "There it is again," Harris furrowed his eyebrows. "Your voice; triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently."

Scott turned around to Stiles, before Harris called him too.

  "Mr. McCall, I'll see you too?" He raised his eyebrows. Scott quickly shook his head.

"No, sir."

   I shook my head and looked down to my quiz, leaning my chin on my hand lazily. This is all pointle-

"Dude, your nose."

  I turned around to see Danny with a concerned look as he looked to Jackson who sat with him at the table. Jackson raised his hand to his nose, and instantly, he began rushing out the classroom door.

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Class ended and we walked out, me between Stiles and Scott.

   "I don't think he can do that." Stiles shook his head. I rolled my eyes.

"I think he'll do what he wants since he officially hates us." I scoffed. Stiles smiled and nodded, before Scott stuck his arm out, keeping us from walking past the wall.

  "What the hell?" I narrowed my eyes, peering around him. He was watching Allison. She pulled out a dress, probably one for her Aunt's funeral, who apparently died when I was sedated in the hospital.

She found a slip of paper and pulled it out, reading it. Her smile couldn't be held back as she twirled in place slowly, and closed her locker. A very recognizable boy walked up to her and started talking. Matt.

   "That's disgustingly and amazingly romantic McCall." I groaned about the note, leaning back.

He smiled and looked to me, before his face instantly became concerned. Scott looked back around the corner, and so did I, seeing Allison slip into an empty classroom.

  "They're talking about her." He huffed. "About how she's related to Kate."

  My mouth dropped as I looked to the two laughing girls across the hall, as they watched her go into the classroom. My blood boiled and immediately, I wanted their heads on platters.

"You get Allison, I'll get them." I huffed, walking out from the corner. Both Scott and Stiles choked on their words as I walked away, and I heard Scott huff, and then the class door shut again.

I walked up to the girls, smiling. "Hi."

"Hey. . .?" One questioningly said. I smiled sarcastically and looked between both of them.

  "I assumed you would both like to keep your faces?" I asked. They looked to each other, confused, but nodded.

"Then I suggest you stop making fun of my friend. Before I personally remove your faces." I smiled. Both of their eyes widened, and they scooted away from me, quickly walking down the hallway.

   "Wow."

I turned to see Stiles, who looked amazed. I turned to him, shrugging.

"They shouldn't be doing that. Allison did nothing to deserve that. She can't help what Kate did." I huffed. Stiles smiled and nodded.

  "That- that was, incredible." He stuttered out. I blushed and shrugged again.

"C'mon," I waved. "You have a detention to go to."

He groaned and grabbed my hand as we walked down the hallway. I don't think he noticed it, but I smiled and blushed as we walked down the hallway-

      Hand in hand.

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I sat outside Harris' classroom, waiting for Stiles. He said it would be an hour, but I've looked at the clock a thousand times now and it is half an hour past the aforementioned hour.

   The door whipped open next to me and I shot up, dusting off the floor dirt from the butt of my pants.

"What happened to an hour?" I raised an eyebrow at Stiles. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

   "Harris. That's what happened. Now, we have to get to that funeral." Stiles pointed, shuffling his keys out of his pocket.

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Stiles yanked the keys out as we pulled into the woods, jumping out of the jeep. I did the same, shutting my door and jogging with Stiles.

   The more we ran, the closer I could see Scott crouching behind a tombstone, watching Allison who was smiling at him occasionally. Stiles and I slid next to him, watching too.

An old man stood in front of Allison, talking down to her as she awkwardly sat.

   "Who is that?" I asked.

"Her grandfather." Scott whispered.

    "Hey, you know, maybe he's just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they're a non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting argents." Stiles shrugged. But Scott shook his head.

"I know what they are." He looked back to the old man and the men that had followed him in. "They're reinforcements."

   A shriek made me turn around, seeing Sheriff Stilinski had yanked Stiles and Scott from the ground, holding them by the back collars of their shirts. Stiles groaned as he looked to his head.

"You three are unbelievable." He sighed, before he looked to the ground in front of me. "Indigo, pick up my tie."

I quickly nodded and did that, snatching the grey tie from the leaves. Sheriff began dragging the two boys away. I followed them all the way to Sheriff's car.

    "Get in." He sighed, making Scott and Stiles crawl into the back seat. Scott went in, and then Stiles, meaning I'd go next. Sheriff nodded as I followed through.

I slumped against the seat when Sheriff shut the door. He got into the driver's seat and instantly, a grumble scratched upon the walkie-talkie.

Sheriff grabbed it and clicked a button. "I'm sorry, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?"

"Disturbance in a car." Stiles whispered.

   "They were taking a heart-attack victim, D.O.A. But on the way, something hit 'em." The man on the other end spoke.

"Wait-" Sheriff shook his head. "Hit the ambulance?"

"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back and- There's blood everywhere. And, I mean everywhere."

"All right, unit 4, what's your 20?" Sheriff sighed, putting his hand on the wheel.

"Route 5 and post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this."

   Stiles nudged my arm and when I looked to him, I saw the door was open and he was pulling me out. I quietly snuck out with him, and instantly, we started running.

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It had gotten dark as we got near the ambulance, but we crawled up the hill for the ditch, peering to the crash.

"What the hell is Lydia doing?" Stiles sighed, as we gazed upon the very much bloody ambulance. I could smell it all the way from over here.

  "What kept you from doing that?" Stiles nudged Scott. "Was it Allison?"

"I hope so." Scott sighed.

   "Do you need to get closer?" I raised my eyebrow. "For the- scent?"

"No, I got it." Scott nodded, before running off. I crawled back to follow, but a hand grabbed my jacket, pulling me back to the ground.

  "What are you doing?" Stiles whispered, his eyes wide. I scoffed.

"Going to help?"

"No. Nu-uh." He shook his head. "You are staying right here with me."

"Stiles-"

   "Ah! I don't want to hear 'I can help'. Okay? You need to stop sacrificing yourself for a few minutes." Stiles sighed, keeping his grip on me.

"Whether I want to help or not doesn't concern you, Stiles." I narrowed my eyes at him. He looked directly to me, his eyes boring into mine.

  "You dying does! Okay? I'm not letting you go off somewhere that I don't know what's going to happen or what could happen, okay? Just- please. Sit this one out." He pleaded. The longer I looked into his hazel eyes, the more I un-tensed and eased under his grip. I finally sighed.

  "Fine. Okay. I'll stay." I exhaled. Stiles let out a breath too, nodding his head.

"Now, let's go up. Before my dad starts out a hunting party for me." He groaned, standing us both up. We walked out from the woods, and almost instantly, his dad watched us. His face contorted as he stomped over.

"Do you know how furious I am?" He snapped at his son. Stiles winced and nodded. I awkwardly looked around as they bickered, trying to keep my eyes off of both of them. I rubbed my arms to try and generate any body heat. I watched as a branch moved, a human hand pushing it. As soon as the red hair popped out, I stood still.

  "Lydia?" I called out. Her naked body shook at the temperature, her face still looking towards her own feet.

"Lydia." I called out again. Nothing.

"Lydia!" I shouted. Her face snapped up, her green eyes scared and flickering between all the lights and people. Her arms were crossed over her chest in the cold.

"Well?" She squeaked. "Is anybody gonna get me a coat?"

   My eyes widened at her naked state and instantly, I rushed over, mindlessly shrugging off my coat. Why? I was freezing out here. Maybe this was my possessive instinct for the victim?

I placed it around her, covering up her to her thighs. She still slightly shook as she grabbed the coat, hugging it to her body.

"T-thanks." She whispered. "And, Indigo?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry." She frowned. "You told me to look inside and I followed and-"

"Hey-" I interrupted her. "It's okay. Let's worry about you right now, okay?"

  She smiled gratefully and I let her go to the paramedics. They quickly gave her clothes and something heated as they checked her body for injury and took a blood sample.

  "Indigo!"

I turned to see Stiles walking over to me, a proud smile on his face.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow when he reached me. He shrugged, now holding a smug smile.

   "See what happens when you stay with me?"

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A/N:: lmao stiles. but ooo, you guys! what did you think? should indigo keep this from stiles until she has all the answers? let me know how you feel about this chapter!

    love you!