Louisa Lloyd

"I have seen many supernatural creatures in my life but none like her."

Deaton's words aren't very pleasant to my ears. If he doesn't know what's happening to me, then who is going to help us?

Derek looks pissed and glares at the doctor, who only shrugs like they're having a private conversation.

"Don't you have an idea about what's going on?" I ask calmly. "I don't like not knowing what's wrong with me."

"Tell me what you saw again."

"One second I was laying there on the hospital bed, and the next thing I know I am standing besides Stiles and myself. We were talking to a man, and I knew he was the Alpha. But I don't know his name." I sit by the doctor. "I have no idea who he is or what his name is, but as soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew he was the Alpha."

Scott's face tells it all. He looks at his boss, Deaton stares at Derek apprehensively and Derek caresses my hair with his fingers. Me? Well, I just sit there while they try to find out what's wrong with me.

When they get to the conclusion they know nothing about this, Derek sends us all to school. We are already late for the morning classes so we choose to stay at Stiles' house for the rest of the morning.

"Wanna eat something?" Stiles asks when the front door of his house slams shut. "In starving."

The two boys run to the kitchen to raid the fridge and I walk slowly to the couch. My ears ring and I fall back on the couch closing my eyes. The sounds around me are now louder than ever, and I can even hear the small hiss of the neighbors' cat.

How do I know it's their cat? Because Stiles doesn't have a car.

But how can I hear it?

And I remember the small whispered conversation Derek had with the Doctor. I remember Deaton's words clearly. He asked Derek why he was keeping the through from me. Is this what my mom means in her letter?

What is happening to me? Am I dangerous?

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"We have to get drunk tonight."

Scott and I share a look when Stiles appears in front of us with a bottle of whiskey. Not that I'm complaining but I don't want to get drunk tonight. I still don't know what I am, and the alcohol may be prejudicial to my current situation.

But my wishes never come true and the next thing I know I'm walking under the light of an almost full moon, Scott and me following Stiles down a dark path through the woods.

"Can you at least tell us what we're doing out here?" Scott asks.

"When your best friend gets dumped-"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."

"When your best guy friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." Stiles pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack. "You get your best friend drunk."

He holds up the bottle of Jack with a big smile.

"And when your best girl friend gets told she's a supernatural creature no one knows a thing about, you get her drunk." He pats my back and sets the bottle down on a rock. "That's how you live life."

I sit next to the rock Stiles chose and grab the bottle, drinking almost half of its content in a gulp. Stiles does the same and gives it back to Scott, who only shrugs and drinks.

I can't tell how much time has passed, but long enough for Stiles to have gotten completely wasted. I feel dizzy and happy but don't babble around like Stiles.

We keep warm around a steel trash can with a fire blazing inside. Don't ask me how it got here because I don't know.

"Dude, she's one girl. There are plenty more girls in the sea." Stiles says waving his hands around for effect.

"Fish in the sea." I correct him and he raises his eyebrows at me.

He's so wasted.

"What? Why you talking about fish?" Stiles shrieks. "I'm talking about girls. Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three..."

"Like Lydia?"

"Exactly. How did you know I was talking about... What was I talking about?" Eyeing Scott, Stiles hands him the bottle once again. "You don't look happy. Drink."

"I don't want anymore."

"You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything." Scott stares into the fire, the glow from the flames flickering over his face.

"Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore. Maybe you can't get drunk." He starts thinking about it. "Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted." I answer.

"Yeaaahhh." He holds his hand out for a fist bump. But gets nothing in return. "Dude, I know it feels bad. But you gotta remember. As much as being broken up hurts... Being alone is even worse. Wait a minute. That didn't come out right. I need another drink."

He reaches for the bottle again, but a hand grabs it first. Stiles steps back, looking up in surprise at two twenty-something guys staring at us in mischief and amusement.

"Well, look at the little bitches getting their drink on."

Stiles steps away as the other guy laughs with an obnoxious tittering. Scott keeps his gaze leveled on the first guy.

"Give it back."

"What's that, little man?"

"I think he wants a drink."

"I want the bottle." Scott doesn't move. Doesn't even blink. Not a trace of fear on him. The second guy laughs again.

"Scott, let's just go." I grab his hand but he doesn't move. Scott's voice has an unnerving calm to it.

"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles." And still staring at the guys, he smirks. "I'm not drunk yet."

Uneasy, the one o  the left challenges him by taking a shot. When he lowers the bottle, he eyes Scott with a satisfied smile. But it fades when Scott finally stands. His approach is calm. Deliberate.

Wow, I'm so poetic today.

"Give me the bottle." Scott says calmly. But behind his eyes shines anger like I've never witnessed.

The two buffoons look at each other. Neither of them laugh. There's something unnerving about Scott's total calm. Then, as the guy raises the bottle to take another sip, Scott steps closer and his eyes change, burning with a sickly yellow glow.

"Give me. The bottle. Of Jack."

Staring into Scott's yellow eyes, the boy slowly and shakily holds the bottle out. Just a few feet away, I notice Scott's right hand, claws extended. His fingers tense as if preparing to swipe at the guy's jugular.

"Scott." I whisper.

Hand snapping forward, Scott grabs the bottle of Jack out of his hand hand and turns, launching it through the air. It smashes against a tree, exploding into a million shards.

The boys run away from us and I hide behind a tree, afraid of Scott right now. I walk backwards until I'm running away from my friends as fast as I can. I hear their shouts behind me but I just run away from them.

I step inside the car Derek got for me before I left his house the other day and speed away from this place. It's dark outside and I have to turn the lights on. When I see a figure crossing the street in front of me, a familiar eyed tees boy hiding in the shadows, I almost destroy the entire car trying to drive next to him.

I'm a weird person, I do stuff without thinking.

"Isaac!" I roll the window down and shout his name. His retreating figure turns around to face my car.

"Lou?" He asks shakily. "Lou, is that you?"

I feel something stir inside me and my eyes start burning. I groan and hit my head against the steering wheel twice before speeding away from the road and Isaac.

I cover my ears with my hands as I park the car in front of Scott's house. They start burning like my eyes and I scream loudly. The dizziness I've been feeling dissipates. Everything is calm around me and I can finally breathe normally.

I sit inside the car for a few minutes, trying to control my breathing and heartbeat. I can't believe I did something like that. Running away from my friends? What kind of person am I? An awful one, that's for sure.

When I enter the house, I quickly run upstairs to apologize to Scott.

I stand in front of Scott's door without knowing what to do. I can't justify my behavior from earlier. I don't even know what was going through my mind. He must me so mad at me.

Can't he smell my apprehension or something?

"Scott?" I tentatively knock on his bedroom door but no answer is given back to me. "Scotty?"

He grunts something and something smashes against the door. I flinch back and walk back to the room Scott and his mom prepared for me. Not in the mood to check if everything's alright or if my clothes and personal stuff are here, I throw myself at the bed and close my eyes.

But sleep doesn't come easily.

I toss and turn, remembering Scott's eyes and claws, my headache and the weird dream I had at the hospital. But what fills my mind the most is the fact no one knows what I am.

My phone buzzes and I quickly grab his from my bedside table. The sudden light blinds me momentarily and I cover my eyes for a minute.

>>Isaac: just wanted to ask if you want to hang out tomorrow. Boyd is free as well. When I drove past me I understood you're in need of some alone time with your besties. Us. So yeah... Night! ;)

The text warms my heart and I smile at the screen as I type an answer.

<<Lou: would love to! Just tell me the time and the place.

>>Isaac: we'll talk tomorrow at school. Sleep, now

<<Lou: what if I don't want to?

>>Isaac: I'm your boyfriend, now obey me woman!

I stop breathing as I read the words sent by Isaac. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind at all, I am just surprised. My fingers waver over the phone, not finding anything to write back.

>>Isaac: I shouldn't have said that. It's clear you're not comfortable with is.

<<Lou: that's not it! At all! No, no! I was just surprised! I thought I was the only one who wanted that ;)

After thinking for a few seconds, and without an answer from Isaac, I start imaging all the possibilities: he's probably mad at me. Or disappointed. He's going to stop talking to me. That's is. He's super mad. Oh man.

My phone buzzes after five minutes of inner talk and I rush to it, sighing in relief. Worst five minutes of my life.

>>Isaac: good thing I'm not alone ;)

I feel my eyes drifting close before I can even type a reply. After our conversation, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

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The sun comes up and my alarm blares across the room. I groan and cover my eyes with the pillow next to my head. The door bangs open and a body falls next to me on the bed. Not bothering to check who decided to interrupt my morning ritual, I throw my pillow at his face and smirk to myself.

"Rise and shine, Louisa Maria!" Stiles shouts on my ear, the pillow long forgotten on the floor.

"What did you just call me?"

"Oh, you can give us all nicknames but we can't give you a nickname?" Stiles argues back and plops on his elbows. "Scott's acting weird."

"It's the full moon." I say as I get up from the bed to choose some clothes. "You know he'll g back to his normal self tomorrow."

I hear him muttering "wish you were right" under his breath. Let me explain why it freaked me out. This room isn't small, it has a bed positioned by the window and back wall, where Stiles is laying, a desk, a small red chair, a wardrobe and two doors that lead to the hallway and to the bathroom. Now, I'm standing in front of the wardrobe, right next to the bathroom door. It's not that close to the bed.

"Stiles?" I start tentatively.

"Hmm?"

"I heard you."

"What?" He sounds confused.

"I heard what you whispered." I get back to the bed and sit across from Stiles. "I have no idea what that night did to me but I can hear everything. Yesterday I heard your cat hissing at your neighbors."

"My neighbors have a cat?" Stiles asks.

"After what I just told you that's what you ask?" I punch his arm and he flinches away from me.

"Stop hitting me!" He whines but suddenly remembers something. "Why did you run from us yesterday?"

"I- well..." I get up and back to my drawers. I can't find anything to wear. "I was scared. Scott scared me."

"You're not used to all of this yet. I have to admit I'm not used either. But I try. For him." He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Don't let it bother you. Scott is okay with it. And we have to tell Deaton. He will figure it out. He always does."

I smile at him and he gives me a few minutes to take a shower and get ready. He will be giving me a ride today. Opting for a light breakfast, I grab an apple and a water bottle from the fridge and walk outside, Stiles already inside his jeep waiting for me.

"Ready to face the school after the incident?" We still refer to it as the incident. "Just don't believe what Allison and Lydia say. They don't know the truth."

"I don't know all of it either. But I would never think Scott is evil." I admit and eat the rest of my apple.

The school is packed by the time Stiles parks his car. Scott is- oh what a surprise- nowhere to be seen and my two girl friends are whispering to themselves as they enter the building.

"Remember that test we were telling about last week?" Isaac appears out of nowhere and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Yeah?"

"It's today." He says, kissing my cheek and disappearing around the corner.

I stare back at Stiles who snickers and shrugs like it's not his business. He could've told me that yesterday! I would have done something about it. Like study.

I'm not a bad student but I need to make some revisions before making the tests. I know the subject and what's going to be on the test but I'm not sure about it.

We will see.

I enter Mr. Harris class and he sends me a glare. What a nice way to start today's classes.

Scott follows a few seconds later and stares at Allison, who's sitting behind everyone. Lydia and her share a look and Allison lowers her head.

After everyone arrived, and Isaac taps my shoulder a couple times before deciding to play with my hair, Mr. Harry's places a stack of Blue Exam Books at the first desk of each row. The students begin handing them back. When I get mine, I feel the sweat on my forehead.

"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now by simply putting your full name on the cover." He then looks directly at Stiles. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

We all flip open the test books to start the exam. I focus on the first question, not knowing the answer to it.

An increase in imports of consumer goods is most likely to have been caused by a... Good question!

I randomly answer the questions I don't know, and they're just two or three so nothing to worry about.

When I finish my test, I look up and find Scott's place empty. Turning around, so is Stiles'. Where have I been for the last hour?

"Stiles and Scott left right after the start of the test." Isaac informs me when the bell rings and we leave the classroom. "How did it to?"

"Better than I expected." I say as we walk to our next class. "Stiles told me about it this morning. It's not like I studied for it."

"I'm sure you'll do fine. About us, I think we should talk about it. Are you really ready to be in a relationship with me?"

Stiles comes from behind us as the question escapes Isaac's mouth and pulls me from him. I really want to talk about this.

I look back at Isaac as Stiles and I walk away from him. Isaac raises his arms in the air and huffs in annoyance. I cast him a smile and he does the same. Just this little thing between us makes my heart flutter.

Stiles and it enter Scott's house after fighting over the music station all the way from school. The boy opens his trunk and pulls out his bag letting it drop to the ground with a heavy, metallic clunk. I gave down at the bag for an awkward moment, while Stiles whistles and pretends not to see my glare.

"What are we going to do with that?"

"Help our friend."

Scott's mom, Melissa, runs to the door when Stiles shuts it behind out backs. She call for Scott but when she sees us she raises her eyebrows.

"How do you have the keys to my house?" She asks.

I raise the keys Scott gave me when I moved here and Stiles shows her his.

When the bag falls on the floor of her house's entrance hall, Melissa raises her eyebrows at a very red Stiles.

"Uh. School project." I answer for him.

"He's not home yet." We nod at her words and try to escape upstairs without questions.

When we are going up he stairs, Melissa stops us and looks worriedly between the bag and us two.

"Kids. He's okay, right?"

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally."

"He doesn't talk to me that much anymore. Not like we used to."

"He's had a rough week." I add, getting uncomfortable.

"Yeah. I get it. Okay, be careful tonight. Full moon, you know." Stiles and whirl back as Melissa opens the door to get in her car.

"What?" We ask simultaneously.

"There's a full moon tonight." She says as if it's not that big of a deal. Does she know? "You should see how the ER gets. All the nutjobs come out."

"Oh. Right." Stiles says awkwardly and I sigh behind him, a tired hand on my forehead.

"You know, it's how they came up with the word lunatic."

Stiles nods as Melissa yanks the door of her car open and gets inside. When she leaves, we run upstairs to my room so we could leave our books there and run back to Scott's room.

I'm worried with what I'll find out inside his room. Stiles steps into the bedroom from the hall with me right behind him, the poor fragile girl dragging the bag with her. And that's me. He jumps when he sees Scott standing by the bed. And I jump back, hitting my head on the wall.

"Dude. You scared the hell out of me."

Scott doesn't answer. Just stares at me and the bag. I walk backwards until my left leg is outside the room. I can always run for my life if things get ugly.

"Your mom said you weren't home yet."

"I came through the window." His voice strangely calm, he almost seems like he's in a trance.

Oh this is not good.

"Okay. Well, let's get this set up." Stiles grabs the bag from my hands and I gladly back away from them. "Check out what I bought..."

He hauls the bag up onto the bed. But Scott doesn't move to look. Doesn't even blink. I stare at him and he stares back, like he's daring me to say something.

"I'm fine, Stiles. I'm just going to lock the door. Go to sleep early."

"I don't believe that." I whisper to Scott, knowing he can hear me, leaving Stiles out of this.

"Shut up." He whispers back in a low hiss. He doesn't even notice I heard him.

"You sure about that? Because you've got this serial killer look going on. And you're looking at Lou like you want to strangle her. And I'm hoping it's just the full moon taking effect because it's starting to freak me out."

"I'm fine. You should go now."

"All right, I'll leave. If you take a look in the bag and let me show you what I bought and maybe you use it and maybe you don't. Sound good?"

Scott stares at him. Then finally, he goes to unzip the bag. Inside are lengths of chain. I close my eyes and see Stiles' idea slowly becoming clearer in my mind.

We have to admit he's pretty smart.

I gradually walk closer to them and the bag, careful not to let Scott see what I want to do. I have a feeling Stiles wouldn't have the guts to chain up his best friend.

"You think I'm going to let you put these on? Chain me up? Like a dog?"

"Actually... Not him." I quickly grab one of the handcuffs Stiles bought, and before Scott can react, I lock one end around Scott's wrist and then haul him down to the floor to latch the other end to the radiator by his bed.

Scott lashes out as Stiles and I scramble back.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Protecting you from yourself." Stiles answers Scott before turning to me. "That was pretty smart."

"Thanks." I flip my hair and smile proudly.

Scott stops yanking at the handcuff, gazing at Stiles with absolute hatred. But Stiles glares back with his own anger.

"And giving you some payback. For making out with Lydia."

"You made out with Lydia?" I shriek and it takes a lot of self-control not to punch him. "Shame on you, Scotty."

I walk out of his room and into mine. I receive a text message from Isaac and another one from Boyd. I open them and smile sadly.

>>Isaac: ready for a night of fun?

>>Boyd: Isaac told u about our little adventure? Need answer for confirmation.

Stiles calls my name and I decide to leave my phone behind. I clearly have to stay by Stiles' side through this bumpy night. I will not be able to have fun with my other friends. It's okay, we will have a lot of other opportunities.

I answer them before going back to Stiles.

<<Lou: hey guys, I have to cancel whatever we were going to do tonight. Emergency. Ttys xx

I just hope they don't get mad at me.

Stiles walks around the corridor outside my door and when I come out he goes back into Scott's room. I follow Stiles to find Scott still struggling against the handcuffs. Stiles holds up an uncapped bottle of water.

"I brought you some water."

He pours the bottle into a dog bowl and gently sets it down on the floor next to the bed.

As Stiles steps out of the bedroom, the dog bowl flops into the air, soaring past and bouncing off the wall.

"I'm going to kill you!" Scott yells from the room.

Stiles pauses, trying to resist the urge. But then he whirls back, anger pouring out of him.

"You kissed her. The one girl... And for the last three hours I've been telling myself it's just the full moon, he doesn't know what he's doing, he'll be totally normal tomorrow. He probably won't even remember being a complete scumbag, total bastard, son of a bitch, unbelievable piece of crap-"

"She kissed me."

"What?"

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me

Stiles steps away, not wanting to look him in the eye. He puts his back to the hallway wall just outside the door. I sit next to him and whisper for him not to listen.

"She kissed me. And she would have done a lot more. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted."

Stiles slides down the wall to a sitting position, hands on his head, trying not to listen. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Anything!" Scott shouts louder and starts laughing.

Stiles, who's currently trying not to cry, mumbles incoherently under his breath. And I say incoherently because even my new super power or whatever this is can't translate his gibberish.

I peek inside the little werewolf's bedroom and see him yanking at the handcuffs, gritting his teeth, trying to pull himself free. He finally pauses, gasping from exertion.

"Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon. I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." He holds still, waiting for a response. But stares at me the entire time, and the evil glint in his eyes doesn't dissipate. Please let me out, Stiles. It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time..."

I look back at Stiles. He has his face in his chin, eyes looking at the wall, expressionless. He looks so hopeless, the only thing I want to do is end Scott's life and hug the heavens out of Stiles. He is clearly trying not to be swayed.

"Come on, Stiles. It hurts. I can't take this. It's the full moon, it's Allison breaking up with me. And I know it's not taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel so completely hopeless. Please, just let me out."

"Don't do this, Sty. He needs help, and you're helping him." He nods at my words and an angry grown is heard from Scott's room.

"Stiles..." Scott pleas once again.

"I can't." Stiles whispers slowly, head in hands.

Scott does something in his room, screaming in rage at the door. He yanks at the handcuffs again and again until my ears can't take it anymore, the sound is so emerging that I get up from they'll or and, without opening the door, shout as loud as I can for him to stop.

Stiles eyes me with uncertainty and slowly gets to his feet, listening through the door to the transformation happening inside the room. I cover my ears with my hands as the sound gets too loud and I can't hear anything else but that.

I open my eyes, the sound now excruciating, and Stiles inches closer to Scott's door, the thrashing becoming louder and louder. Stile braces himself, then swings the bedroom door open. That's when everything turns silent and I fall on my knees. I am exhausted and the floor looks so comfortable.

I fall on my face on the ground but it doesn't hurt. I feel the soft cloud in the sky floating down to me, taking me away from the mess that is my life. And into a time nothing was bad and filled with danger and anger.

Sleep. How nice.

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Here's another chapter! Hope you like this! I did! Yay! I have a question for you, dear readers: How do you think Isaac will react when he sees Lou's text?
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