"I've seen worse," Scott comments as we hope off the bus, all of us looking up at the Motel Glen Capri.

That sounded so fucking cheap I swear there's gonna be green shag carpeting in here.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asked, looking at the motel in horror.

They bantered back and forth, me standing slightly behind them and taking it in. I was taking it all in, them bonding and laughing. Lydia and Allison grabbing their bags and talking about much needed showers. Even Boyd and Isaac looked calm.

It was disgusting.

Less then 17 hours ago Derek Hale had died and all these people went on with their lives, no one going back to thinking about what had happened. I was even ashamed of myself, here I was prepping for a cross country meet when I should be helping Peter and Cora, I should be anywhere but here.

"Imelda," Lydia pulled me out of my thoughts, looking at me slightly concerned. Her head was slightly tilted and lips pursed like I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Maybe I was, maybe I should have been a long time ago.

I hadn't even hopped off the bus yet, my legs still perched on the top stairs.

I stepped down, accepting her outstretched hand and walking forward as coach blew his whistle.

"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." He dangles a groups of room keys for us to take. Other students walking up and taking their key, "You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"

If it were any other moment I would have cracked a smile, but no I just stayed still and took in the daunting motel. It was alluring, it made me wary.

"So who are you pairing with?" Stiles asked me, once again bringing me back to reality.

"Us obviously," Allison states like it wasn't even a question. "Why would she sleep in a room where there's only 2 beds and both of you?"

"Maybe because it's best to keep an eye on the Dea who's still suffering from effects of whatever voodoo the alpha clan did to her," Stiles sasses her.

"And you don't think her best friends, one being a perfectly trained hunter and the other a brainiac would be able to care for her perfectly fine? Huh Stilinski," Lydia cuts in, letting go of my arm and crossing hers.

"How about she pairs with the 2 actual werewolves that can stand a chance against whatever comes for her?" Isaac cuts in, intently looking between the now forming group. Boyd stand behind him, looking thoughtful yet nodding along.

"That's preposterous considering one werewolf let her get taken," Lydia bluntly remind him.

"Yeah wolf boy, can't really do anything if your bite is more like a chihuahua—"

At some point I give up on the conversation, fed up with being fought for like a delicate toy. I was over being watched and cared for.

I wanted to be left the fuck alone.

My feet carried me straight to coach who lifted one of the keys to drop it into my hand before I shook my finger.

"I want your key. You've got the nicer room and the king sized bed," I stated, expecting the keys.

"What? Are you crazy Drake? Have you lost your mind?" He asks me, my statement clearly outrageous.

I sighed, realizing that this wasn't going to be easy," Bobby give me the key. Think of it this way, people are gonna go bat shit tonight and who do you think the motel is gonna come for to fix it? This way you can have a good nights sleep without anyone knowing where you are and I get to sleep in the only sanitized room."

The wheels quickly turn in his head, coming to the conclusion that yes I was right and he had better cough the fucking keys up sooner while the deal was still hot.

"What about you? What if they do come knocking? What will you say?" He asks me.

I blink my eye say him and answer," I doubt answering a door will be on my priorities list tonight."

Accepting my somehow mysterious answer he drops the keys into my hands. All before the group behind me has a chance to come to a decision.

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"No. It's perfectly fine," I state into the phone. The patio door is open widely as I sit on the small balcony and talk into the phone. Charlie's voice for once bringing a smile to my lips.

"You sure? I could have a helicopter there in 10 minutes? 20 if you wait for me to show up."

I tap my fingers against the stone of the balcony and breathe in deeply. The nights cold air filling my lungs and for once giving me a slightly weightless feeling. That's what I needed, I needed to feel free and not caged. I wanted to be completely emotion free.

"I'm okay Char. How's everything out there? How was the trip to New York?" I question, changing the topic.

"If I couldn't get out of those meetings fast enough, I swear Mel. The good news is business is smooth as usual, still rich as fuck and still have the company asking me when you'll be back. Kind of boring really. What about you? How's life in supernatural? Where's Lydia, I can usually here her in the background yelling at you for wearing whatever it is you're wearing."

I laugh slightly to give me time, tightening my grip on the phone when I try to come up with what to say. I couldn't tell him I was kidnapped, not about Derek's death, Lydia finding bodies, the alpha pack, or anything really. It felt good to talk to Charlie but I also was chocking on my words.

"Things are good," I swallow thickly, looking into the endless sky. "I just kind of wanted one night to myself, you know? Kind of just wanted to get my thoughts together and hear your voice."

"Mel? That doesn't sound like you? What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all," I lie immediately, running my hand into my hair. The pressure in my chest swallowing me," I just really wanted to clear my head. You know it's just being in that town sometimes ruins me."

"Mel, you sure you don't want me to go get you?"

"No it's okay," I sigh, realizing that this isn't what I wanted. I needed to end this conversation now before Charlie really came back. "I just kind of wanted some peace and quiet really, a nice hot shower and movie night with myself never hurt anybody. I actually have to go though, early morning meet tomorrow. Best I don't yawn through it all."

"Alright. Mel, be safe okay. I love you."

"I love you Charlie. Always have, always will." My finger immediately hits the end call button before he says anything else.

The cold air does nothing for me now, serving its purpose long ago and now being one of the many things suffocating me. I needed a shower, I really did. A shower would at the very least relax my muscles.

The small ensuite shower wasn't half bad, certainly not anything I would willingly go into but it had clean towels that didn't smell like cigarettes and hot water. Although hot water was the last thing I wanted, I want to be cold and steady. I wanted to feel normal, not thriving with emotions.

The water was like icicles hitting my nude body, my lips trembling and hands shaking while I went through it all. I focused on that though, tuning it into pain and forcing myself to acknowledge it. Like the werewolves pain kept them human, pain kept me sane.

My shower didn't feel long, it felt everlasting. I spent who knows how long forcing myself to grit my teeth and stand under the cold water, letting it make my heart leap. I wanted to stay in that moment forever, in the cold nothing. Right in that dark shaft.

When I felt the pressure becoming less and less, my fingers shifting between pink and slight blue I stepped out. Shivering as I wrapped the white towel tightly against my body and unstitching the cold locks of hair from my hair.

"Answer the door Mel..."

Someone huffed into my shoulder when I walked back into the room. It felt like a body stood behind me and then walked right past me. I turned, hoping to find someone and not be having a hallucination but no one was there.

No one was there.

I jumped when there was door knocks, swiftly and forcefully pounding against me door. I stared at the brown door for a moment, not really deciding anything but staring at it.

I walked straight up to it and opened it.

Scott stood there, looking at me with clouded brown eyes.

"Hey." I said to him.

"Your lips are blue," he said in a monotone voice, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

I didn't move or flinch, letting his finger glide.

"You look disturbed," I answer in the same voice.

He doesn't answer me, pushing me into the room with a step forward and a jut of his hips.

"Your hearts hammering," he then says, placing his fingers agains the top of my chest. Fingers dangerously close to the knot holding my towel up.

Once again I don't even think to remove his fingers letting them stay there. When I look down I see he's only pointing one finger right here my heart is, and looking at me expectedly.

The next words came out of my mouth without another thought. They were exactly what I wanted to say, it wasn't a question but an accusation.

"If it weren't for you Derek would be alive."

Scott seems to know what I'm going to say, not even flinching when I accuse him. His hands attacking me seconds after my own assault.

"If you weren't here none of us would be forced to put our lives at stake everyday."

Somehow during our exchange of words my arms are wrapped around his neck and hands have gripped the back of my thighs. Neither of us seem to mind it, in fact I feel nothing. It simply feels like this is what we are suppose to do.

When my legs wrap around Scotts waist and his hands grasp at the white towel I don't think either of us think of the consequences.

I certainly don't, I don't think of anything.

When his back hits the mattress and my fingers delve into his black hair while his own claw at the towel we kiss.

It's a cold kiss, animalistic and power hungry. There's no emotion, none it's just our bodies finally able to do what we've held back.

Scotts lips attack my neck, trailing up and down while my head is thrown back into ecstasy.

The hotel phone goes off, both of us stopping our activities to stare at it. It rings and rings, neither of us making a move to answer or get off one another.

We look at one another for a split moment and in seconds we are off each other. Scott slips out the door and I walk towards the phone.

"What?" That emotionless voice I can't seem to get rid of speaks out.

"Naughty Mel," Doms voice comes through the other line. "That's not what you're meant to do, influence and affect Mel. Then come back here for your own dose."

It's Doms voice and normally if I heard his voice I would be screaming out of my mind and pleading for this dream to end however now Im compelled. I want to do as he says, I want to follow his rules.

So wordlessly I hang up the phone and change, not questioning the next moves I make. I barely recognize this new emotionless Imelda but I like her, I like her enough to go along.

It feels better then right, it feels necessary.

I walk out of the room quietly, listening in for the right werewolf. When I find his location my feet make it their within seconds, showing up by the door just as he walks out.

"Imelda?" Ethan looks startled as he steps out in only a pair of jeans.

I nod, walking forward and touching his stomach.

"You know what to do," I mumble. I manipulate him, seeing the words sink right in and take their effect the best way possible.

He walks off, and I go on to the next victims.

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Bitches be cray y'all. Imelda is a little cuckoo at the moment.
The next episode is gonna be much more intense, heavy, painful, and downright AHS Asylum probably (lol lets hope and pray I can write that well) so I'll warn you now and at the beginning of it.

*Next chapter will be a trigger for depression and suicide so if that makes you uncomfortable then please message and I will be more then happy to recap the episode for you. Your life is worth just as much as mine and everyone else's so keep your head up. I love you guys*