"We need to call the cops," She says after I've managed to wipe most of the poor boys blood away. It was all on her hands and knees, after we had screamed our heads off we she had realized that there was an entirely new pool she was stepping on. And it wasn't a pool she was jumping for joy to be in.

"No, what we need to do is call Stiles," I mumble, pulling out my phone hastily.

"You call stiles I'm calling the cops," she says, yanking out her own phone.

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"Lydia? Imelda? Are you both okay?" Stiles comes barreling into the pool lot. Both of us currently sitting on the hood of Tupac and gripping each other's hands tightly. The smell of chloride blocking out entirely, thankfully. He dashed over to us, the words rushing from his mouth as he inspected each of us.

"We are okay. That, over there... Not okay." Lydia states, pointing her head towards the pool.

"Yeah, all right. I'm gonna call my dad." He says, catching onto what I told him over the phone. He shivers at the gruesome sight before yanking out his phone.

"I already called 911." Lydia states.

"You let her call the police before you called me?" He asks me.

"Not like I had a choice," I mutter.

"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia scoffs.

"Yes!" Stiles yells, extremely pissed.

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"Are you sure?"

"Yep." Stiles answered Scotts questions, looking at the body while the cops drilled Lydia an I . It was getting quite annoying, especially since we had yet to come up with a plausible lie for them. Honestly I just wanted to go him, "Throat ripped out, blood everywhere. It's like the frickin' shining over here. Two little twin girls come out of the woods, start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised."

"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?"

"Make sure it was them? Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?" Stiles said annoyed, he slightly paled when Scott asked too. I could tell he didn't want to do it.

"Please just do it."

"I hate blood," Stiles reminded him.

"Pass the phone to Imelda then."

I sighed, already reaching it to grab it," Scott. He's not lying, there's blood everywhere and his throat is ripped open. I promise you it had to be them, plus this place is near the woods. I can smell there scent."

He groaned, I could see him tensing his jaw and realizing we were right.

"Alright fine. You okay?"

I sighed, "not really no. Seeing dead bodies isn't something you get use too but hey at least I wasn't crazy when I heard screaming right?"

"Yeah I guess you're right... Derek's here, do you want to talk to him."

"No. I'm fine, just be careful with what's going on alright."

"Yeah uhm... we will be."

"Bye Scotty." I said with a thick swallow, noticing the look Stiles and Lydia were giving me. I didn't want to speak to Derek at all, I was going to be strong for myself. He wanted to break up and no matter how conflicted I felt right now it was better. I was a better person.

"Can we go?" I asked them, trying not to feel as awkward as I felt.

"Yeah," Lydia nodded and began pulling my arm towards the car.

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"You didn't have to follow us home," Lydia says once we've walked into her room. My first response is to plop down on her bed and sigh heavily, my head felt heavy.

"I just wanted to make sure you both got in okay." Stiles answers, standing awkwardly at the door.

"We had a police escort." I instigate, trying to hide the smile. He was definitely concerned about Lydia, I mean I could almost see the worry bouncing off him.

"I know the inner workings of that force, all right? They're not nearly as reliable as people think." He sasses, slitting his eyes at me.

"Well, you also didn't have to follow us into my room." Lydia deadpans.

"Well, I... uh, yeah, I don't have an answer for that." He says, cheeks growing pink, "I can leave."

Lydia sighs, stopping his tracks. "Are you really gonna go without asking me the question that you've been dying to ask me?"

"Well, I'm not... I haven't been dying to ask anything. I... no questions here for Stiles. Nothing." He begins to stutter.

"Just ask dammit," I cut him off.

"I can see it on your face." Lydia then adds.

"Maybe my face just has, like, a naturally interrogatory exp... expression." Stiles tries to defend which only ends in me glaring at him.

"Well, your interrogatory expression is getting on my nerves. The answer is, I have no clue how we ended up finding that body.I didn't even know where we were until we got out of the car. I thought we were headed towards the pharmacy," Lydia says looking at me.

"Hey don't look at me," I defend myself," I was following your direction Lyds."

"Yeah, but the last time something like this happened..." Stiles begins to tell us his theory.

"I know." Lydia finishes.

"Well I don't. Someone tell me," I mumble.

"Derek's Uncle, Peter." Stiles explains.

The memory comes back to me and all I can do is loudly groan," fuck."

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"Stay inside. Doors locked. Don't go anywhere," I quickly began telling Lydia. Walking out the front and pulling on the jacket once more. Stiles and I having to rush out of her house once Momma McCall had called him. I was reluctant to leave my friend but knew it was better I got some answers.

She nodded, grabbing the front door," be safe Mel. Try not to get too beat up."

I laugh at my best friend," I love the faith you have in me! And you, stay indoors! I mean it, no late night excursions or I'm locking your pretty ass in the basement."

"You don't even have a basement!" She yells as I get into the car.

"I'll build one and lock you in there!"

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"Hey. " Melissa said once we had walked in.

"Hey," Both Stiles and I chirped, following closely.

"Over here. And if you tell anyone that I showed you this, I swear to God, I will kill you both, painfully and slowly." She warns us.

Yikes, Melissa McCall you're one stone cold momma.

"Why do you want to show us a body we've already seen?" I questioned, following her into the morgue.

"Because you haven't seen everything. See this around his neck? That's a ligature mark. That means that he was strangled with something, like cord, rope..." She lifted the tarp off the dead body and began explaining.

Stiles needs to get his shit together because he is turning green. At least he manages to ask, "ah, okay, wait a second. What kind of werewolf strangles someone? You know, that's not very werewolf-y."

"My thoughts exactly. And then there's this." She says, twisting his neck and showing another deathly injury.

"God, man, what is that? Is that brain matter? Yeah, it's brain matter, of course." Stiles, ready to throw up.

"Would you look at that," I say with an interested twist of my head. "I thought the Brian would look different.

"This doesn't gross you out?" Stiles acts, looking at me weirdly.

I shake my head," nope. The perks of love horror movies."

Melissa grabs our attention once more when she cuts us off.

"See the indentation? He was hit in the back of the head, hard enough to kill him. In fact, any one of these things could have killed him. I mean, someone seriously wanted this poor kid dead." Melissa explains, using her medical voice.

"All right, so then this couldn't have been Boyd or Cora, you know? They wouldn't have done all that. So maybe this is just one murder. I mean, maybe it's just a random coincidence." Stiles begins to explain.

"Yeah you're right," I mumble to him, coming to the same conclusion.

"I don't think it was just one." Melissa comments.

"How come?" I ask with furrowed brows.

"Because that girl over there, she's got the exact same injuries." Melissa explains and points to the other body in the room.

Seriously, all I wanted was too spend one night peacefully.

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"The M.E. said this one wasn't just strangled. Whoever did it used a garrote, which is a stick that you put through the rope, and you just kind of keep twisting, and... Stiles?" Melissa goes on, explaining the different marks across the girls dead body. I concentrate, trying to decipher what the fuck is going on until Melissa calls out to my best friend.

Turning my head I see pain and sadness radiating off of Stiles, his eyes glazed over. I can tell somethings going on, and the way he looks at the poor girl begins to put the pieces together. This was her. This was Heather.

"Stiles," I gently say, grabbing his forearm.

"Oh, my God, did you know her? I'm so sorry. I didn't even think." Melissa realizes this and covers her body up, but the D manage has been done.

"I was... I was at her party. It was her birthday. Her name is Heather." Stiles manages to choke out.

"Okay, we need to call your father, 'cause you're a witness. Stiles?" Melissa's eyes soften, trying to get Stiles focused.

"Just give me a moment," Stiles asks us, dropping his head. I nod, letting him absorb this and hopefully get back into it. This was a close friend to Stiles and obviously had an impact on his life though, so I quietly walk out of the morgue. Pulling out my phone I notice the recent message and begin answering back.

From Lydia;

Everything's fine. Going to bed!

To Lydia;

Okay! Try not to die tonight! I'm not attending your funeral if you leave me this early!

Stiles and Melissa walk out quickly, the taller boy grabbing my arm.

"Where are we going?" I question him, seeing the complete turn around in attitude.

"Just follow my lead," he mumbles.

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"We weren't doing anything that bad. I mean, I've camped out there plenty of times." The girl we've come to check up on speaks. Her names Caitlyn and apparently she was out in the woods today, her girlfriend went missing shortly after she was attacked. Apparently cops seem to think she's just high off some drugs and had bad side effects but I know she's right, unfortunately I can't tell her. She's worried out of her mind though and answering our questions willingly, I don't know how Stiles managed to convince her. I don't know what's going on but I'm sure at some point Stiles will let me in.

"Right, but why tonight?" Stiles continues to ask.

She looks between us for one moment, see mining hesitant to speak, "We wanted to be alone for one night. Emily lives with her mom, and I have three roommates. Not exactly romantic settings, you know?"

"How long have you two been together?" I find myself asking, seeming to see where this is leading.

"Three months." She answers.

"And you wanted to make it romantic." Stiles eggs on.

"Yeah, you know, because..." Caitlyn is almost embarrassed to finish her sentence.

"because it was her first time." Stiles finishes, and when Caitlyn doesn't answer he knows he's right.

"They're gonna find her, right?" She asks us, hopeful. I don't say anything and avoid eye contact, I couldn't lie to the girl. That would be cruel. When she doesn't get a response her voice is desperate, "Aren't they?"

~~~~

We leave Caitlyn shortly after, sitting in front of Stiles jeep and my Tupac as we call Scott.

Stiles explained his theory to me as we walked out, a threefold death involving virgins. It didn't seem that unbelievable considering some of the other things that have happened.

"So Boyd and Cora might not have killed anyone?"

"You're gonna wish they did Scotty," I mumble to our friend.

"Why?"

"I'm not exactly sure yet." Stiles cuts in, "the other girl who was out in the woods, Emily? Eventually they're gonna find her. She's one of them. Emily, Heather... That guy Lydia and Imelda found at the pool. All three were virgins... And they're all gonna have the same three injuries... strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in. It's called the threefold death." Stiles begins to explain. Guess those sleepless nights of learning about supernatural creatures paid off.

"So if these aren't random killings, then what are they?"

"Sacrifices," Stiles says and looks at me, both of us knowing just how insane it sounded. Insane but true at least," human sacrifices.

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2 updates in a day! Whoop whoop! So a little bit of Scimelda! Honestly this is a much shorter chapter just because I wanted her to be with Lydia instead of with Scott. Lydia is after all her best friend and Imelda loves Lydia which means protecting the queen banshee like a sister. Honestly I love writing Imeldia do much just because they are so sassy with one another.

-Ash🔮