"Tell me what happened," 

I rubbed at my eyes and glanced at my brother uneasily. I had been attempting to take a nap, more or less, before we left to pick Liam up. It was a Full Moon tonight, on top of it being the Senior Scribe, and we wanted to watch Liam, because during the last Full Moon he lost control and ran around town. Stiles' dad managed to convince that fellow officers that the calls were all a prank from a bunch of teenagers. During my nap, I had a nightmare. I had apparently been screaming so loud, that Scott came in and woke me up. 

He wants me to tell him what happened, but I can't remember. I'm trying to think but I'm drawing a blank. I can't remember screaming. I can't remember running from anything. The only thing in my head right now is the look of horror that was plastered on Scott's face when he finally was able to wake me up. Mom was at the hospital, so she wasn't home, and dad was still away, so he wasn't here either. Stiles wasn't supposed to pick us up for another half hour.

Ever since the Nogitsune incident, I've been having nightmares. Most of the time, they were silly and ridiculous nightmares... but they were still nightmares. In these last two months I've had the same thing happen to me every single night. I start screaming in my sleep and I wake someone up, they come in and check on me and I can't tell them anything about what happened, because I can't remember. My memory hasn't exactly been the best since Kate performed that ritual on me that stripped me of my werewolf abilities. 

"Kasey?" Scott questioned, he gently shook my shoulder a little bit to regain my attention. 

I cleared my throat and let out a sigh, "I can't remember." 

"You don't remember anything?" he asked sadly, it was obvious he felt horrible about my situation. 

I wanted to remember, because no matter how dark my nightmare could be, nothing is worse than being stuck in a fog of not knowing. I'm the type of person that needs answers and is willing to do anything to get them, but for the time being... there's nothing I can do. 

"No," I breathed out shakily, "I can't remember anything whatsoever. Scott, what's wrong with me?" 

His face softened and he shook his head from side to side slowly, "There's nothing wrong with you, Kasey. You've been through a lot, and sometimes when people go through traumatic things like that, they have nightmares and they can't explain them. It's nothing out of the ordinary."  

"It's always something out of the ordinary when one of us is concerned, though." I mumbled as I flopped back onto my bed, heaving out another sigh. 

Scott chuckled dryly as he patted my knee, "Don't overthink it, too much. You should get up though, and get ready... and do something with that hair, it's a mess." 

"Gee, thanks." I retorted as I hit him with a pillow.

He smiled brightly, "It's what I'm here for." 

"I'm gonna change, I'll be down in a few minutes." I assured him as he stood from my bed. He gave me a thumbs up before pulling out his cell phone and exiting my bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

Once I was sure that he was out of earshot, I leaned over the side of my bed and pulled out the leather bound book I had hidden behind my bedskirt. The fabric brushed over the top of my hand as my fingers latched around the smooth binding. I slowly pulled it out and sat back up fully, flipping through the inked stained pages. 

I had started a dream journal back after I woke up from the whole "coming back to life" ordeal from the Nogitsune. During the reign of the dark Kitsune, my dreams had offered several warnings and I had ignored them. I was sure that my ability would start warning me about something again, it was in my nature... so, with that being said I would wake up and every time I remembered what my dream was I would write it down. 

The thing is, for the last two months... the pages have been blank. I still date them, and leave them empty. I have a total of 59 pages with just the date in the top right corner. Whereas, the pages before have paragraphs of explanations of what occurred in my mind the night before. I sighed as I grabbed the ink pen off my nightstand and dated the page. As I went to pull the tip away from the page, my hand began to tremble. 

It wants to write something-- anything, that could explain what is going on with me. It's like the feeling of trying to come up with a name of someone that you haven't seen for years, and the name you need is on the tip of your tongue and you're trying so hard to remember what exactly it was... or at least what it even started with and you keep drawing a blank every single time. It doesn't make any sense, and as soon as the person tells you what their name is, it just floods through you head with a million and one memories with this person making you feel like an idiot for not remembering.

I slid the tip down to the center of the page, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut. Think Kasey, just close your eyes and think. It was never this hard to remember my dreams before, if anything I didn't want to remember the terrible things that I saw. Everything was so vivid and impossible to forget, almost like they were designed that way. Maybe these nightmares are designed that way? Maybe, just maybe they are designed in a way that makes it impossible for me to remember. Would that even be possible? 

My cell phone began to ring and the sudden noise earned a jump scare from me. The pen slid across the page, leaving a thick black line from where I had tried to write something. My screen was flashing an image of Stiles' face, notifying me that he was trying to get a hold of me. I sighed and snatched the device off my bedside table and pressed it to my ear, "Hello?"

"Hey," he greeted with a velvet soft voice that warmed my insides. 

I smiled faintly, "You on your way over?" 

"Yeah, I just wanted to let you know that you have T-Minus fifteen minutes to get all dolled up for me," he laughed sarcastically. 

My eyes rolled in response, "I'll keep that in mind as I do absolutely nothing to alter my appearance." 

"I'm kidding," he said softly, "you'll look perfect no matter what, I'm not worried about that. But seriously, get ready because Liam is waiting on us." 

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit. I love you." I said before he echoed my statement and then ended the call. 

I dropped my phone onto my bed and went to cap the pen, when my eyes noticed something in the center of the page in my book. There was a single letter, clearly written with no distinguishable shakes or tremors. There was a long black tail attached to it that went across the length of the page from where my hand had jerked. 

The letter on the page was, D.

I wasn't exactly sure what that was supposed to mean, if it meant anything at all... but I decided to close my journal and stick it back into it's hiding spot underneath my bed. I sat the pen on my nightstand and slid off my bed. I considered changing my clothes, but I was in jeans and a fitted black t-shirt... nothing too fancy and my normal attire to be honest. I slipped on my converse and put my phone in my back pocket before making my exit.

When I hopped off the last step, I noticed Scott wasn't in the front room. I quirked an eyebrow and made my way down the hall into the kitchen. He was leaned over the table, writing on a piece of paper. I peeked over his shoulder, "What are you doing?"

"Letting mom know where we are, in case she's home before we get back." he responded. 

Senior Scribe, back by 1:30. 

I leaned against the table as he took a magnet and stuck the paper to the side of the fridge. The house was eerily silent, and it was making me uncomfortable. The one thing I hate about our house is that there is rarely ever any noise... other than my screaming. Everyone is always gone, or sleeping. Scott spun around and looked me up and down, "Did you even change?" 

"No? What's wrong with my outfit?" I asked in confusion, glancing down at my shirt. 

I'll admit it's not the fanciest thing I own, but it's soft. Not only that, it hugs my curves nicely so it's flattering. It's not like it's a surprise to see me in a black t-shirt anyway. Most of my wardrobe consists of t-shirts. 

He shrugged, "Nothing, I guess. I just thought you'd change it since you slept in it." 

"Nope, this is like my favorite shirt." I said with a smile. 

Scott rolled his eyes, "I thought Lydia had converted you into someone who actually likes to dress like a girl?" 

"She tried," I responded, "and she failed.

⬘ ⬘ ⬘ 

"Night Terrors," I stated as I repositioned my legs on the hood of Stiles' jeep. 

I was sitting beside Scott, while Stiles had a map sprawled out beside my thigh on the hood. He was looking for apartments to rent for when we go off to college. I, on the other hand, was doing some research to explain my nightmares and the screaming. I had found some very useful information on my handy dandy iPhone, too. 

During my research, I didn't find anything related to Night Terrors with a letter D, but I was still checking. I wasn't exactly sure what the D meant, but it had to mean something relatively important. My ability doesn't give me things that aren't important one way or another.

Stiles glanced at me, "What?" 

"Parasomnia, it's when you have Night Terrors, and according to this website a Night Terror is similar to a nightmare but with far more dramatic presentation i.e. screaming themselves awake and sleepwalking, now if that doesn't hit the nail right on the head I don't know what will." I explained as I continued to scroll down the webpage. 

Scott sighed dramatically, "Kasey, I already told you that this wasn't uncommon." 

He was right, during the research I had found that Night Terrors were common with PTSD in people who have gone through extremely traumatic experiences. It was part of coping, and it often would fix itself with therapy and medication. The thing is, my Night Terrors aren't normal Night Terrors... these are supernatural related Night Terrors. They're so strong, even my ability can't get through them to remember what they're even about. 

That scares me more than anything. Especially since, I have a history of sleepwalking and doing things that I don't remember during my sleep. When I was possessed, I would sleepwalk nearly every night... and what if I'm starting to do something bad? Valack did say I had darkness growing inside me and when it would show itself, it would shatter everything that I've ever built in my life. 

What if the darkness is starting to take over? What if I'm not Kasey, anymore? What if I did a complete 360 when I died and I had opened myself back up to something else, something worse than the Nogitsune... what if I opened myself up to the darkness inside and now I'm turning into something evil? 

I have yet to have the darkness conversation with Scott and Stiles. When Deaton had taken me to see Valack and we had the conversation about me having a connection to the dark, I was scared out of mind. I mean, who wants to hear that sort of thing? Certainly, not me. I'm not sure if it would explain the Night Terrors, but that darkness growing inside me could have something to do with them.

"Well, it just feels off to me. I can't explain it but something is wrong, things are going to start getting bad again I can feel it." I said as I glanced at him uneasily. 

My brother nodded, "I understand what you're saying... regression to the mean, right?"

Regression to the mean? As in math terms? I remember hearing that in Statistics class. I'm not exactly sure what it means, but I remember filling out a vocabulary card for it... granted this was during the Nogitsune reign so I wasn't exactly one hundred percent focussed on schoolwork, either. 

"What?" Stiles asked in confusion. 

"It's something Deaton told me once, it's basically his way of saying that life can't ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually things have to come back to the middle. So, think about these last few months. Things have been good, right? But, not amazing." Scott elaborated. 

My boyfriend narrowed his eyes, "Yeah, but nobody's tried to kill us in six months either."

That was true. We've had a pretty easy going life these last few months. We finished Junior year, and had a great summer. Stiles and I were able to go on dates, as well as get Malia to spend more time with her adoptive father which was great for her. Kira had been in New York, sadly, so Scott didn't get to see much of her... but he knew he was taking AP Bio this year so he spent a lot of time studying and prepping for the class. Lydia and I spent a lot of time together too, whenever she wasn't with Parrish trying to help him figure out what he is. 

Lydia and I actually spent most of our time together shopping, which was weird because normally I hate shopping but she was getting me more into fashion, kind-of. I still stuck to my color pallet of black, gray and white... but I tried to buy some color, I have a few navy blue shirts and I bought a red one once too. Lydia almost did a dance when I bought the red one, thinking that she would never see the day that I picked a red shirt over a black one. 

"Right, we've been pretty much in the middle for awhile. Which means at some point, the scale has to tip one way or the other. Things are gonna get really good again..." he trailed off as he looked up into the sky.

I sighed, "Or really bad."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Way to stay positive, Kase." 

I didn't like being negative, but I've been in this position way too many times and I know how it ends... it ends badly, it always ends badly. Especially, when we're involved.

"Shut up," I sassed back as I shoved his map off the jeep. 

I watched the paper float to the ground before it hit the dirt. The large red circles overlapping one another as the map folded in on itself. Stiles' eyes went wide and he threw the red marker he was using at me, "God, you're so mature." 

"I'm more mature than you," I retorted. 

He scoffed, "In your dreams."

"Oh, you're gonna get it--" I squealed as Stiles grabbed my torso and pulled me off the jeep. His arms secured themselves around my waist and I couldn't help but laugh as he held me tight and pressed his lips to mine. I couldn't be bothered with the fact that Scott was gagging behind us because Stiles' kisses were addictive as hell and I would do whatever I had to do in order to get my fix. 

Despite the fact that I had been having these insane dreams, I didn't have them when I slept with Stiles. On the nights that I was actually at home in my own bed, that was when they would strike. I hate being negative about the subject, but I know my abilities and this is usually right up there alley. I'm trying to warn myself about something, but for some reason I can't figure out what the something is. 

Scott hopped off the jeep and made his way over to Liam, who was still chained to a tree trunk. Stiles took his opportunity to press my body against the jeep as he leaned into me, deepening the kiss. My arms snaked around the back of his neck as our lips moved in sync. We were finally starting to get back to normal again and I was so glad that we were able to move past everything that happened before. Stiles used to make comments about the kiss every now and them just because he was still slightly angry about it, but now those comments are nonexistent. 

"I'm fine. Can you guys just let me go?" Liam yelled from his position over by the tree. 

Scott was making his way over to him, working on undoing the chains that bound him to the trunk. Stiles sighed and pressed his forehead to mine, "Why did we agree to babysit tonight?"

"Because, he's like my child. I've told you this." I laughed as I slid out of his hold and smoothed my shirt back out. 

It was true, Liam was like my child. I cared about him a lot and I wanted to protect him in all ways possible. It was a very similar to the way I feel about Malia. I feel responsible for their safety because they've been dragged into our catastrophic mess of a life. I mean, we almost get them killed like twice a year, taking care of them is the least I can do.

"Yeah, well I don't recall agreeing to adopting him." Stiles responded sarcastically. 

I hit his shoulder, telling him to shut it. Liam wasn't really that bad. He was still a little enthusiastic about certain things, but we were all he had to talk to about his werewolf stuff. He still hasn't told Mason about any of this yet, meaning his best friend is missing a huge part of his life. We keep trying to get him to explain everything to Mason, I've even given him several ice breakers to use... but he just can't do it.

Scott sighed as he undid the chains, "It's not that we don't trust you."

"It's that I don't trust you," Stiles shrugged, because it was true... he didn't trust Liam very much when it came to self control. We had made our way over towards the aforementioned child, who had his eyes narrowed at Stiles.

I chuckled, "After that last Full Moon, we had to take precautions."

"It was one slip-up," Liam moaned as he rolled his head back in annoyance. 

Stiles placed his hands on his hips, "Slip up? A dozen calls to the Sheriff's department about a monstrous dog boy running around the streets of Beacon Hills naked, that's a slip up?" 

My brother glanced at Liam in confusion, "Why were you naked?"

I could just imagine... the Sheriff's Department flooding with those calls. Every deputy probably thought that a bunch of teenagers were trying to pull a prank, while there actually was a dog boy running naked around the town.

"It was really hot out that night, okay? Let me go." Liam cried out in exasperation. 

I quirked an eyebrow, "You sure you're okay?"

"It won't happen again." he assured us. 

I snorted, "Well I would hope so, how many times do you want people to see you naked?"

Scott was slightly less convinced as he narrowed his eyes, "You're in complete and total control?"

"Yeah, total control." Liam confirmed. 

As Scott unlocked the padlock, the chains dropped to the ground and Stiles shoved them into his bag. Scott and him walked back towards the jeep, leaving Liam and I standing by the tree. I glanced at him in concern, "You know you can tell me if somethings wrong, right?"

"I know... and I'm fine, I swear." he said with a faint smile. 

My eyes narrowed, "Liam, you're a terrible liar." 

"So, are you." he responded before making his way to the jeep. 

⬘ ⬘ ⬘ 

"Is it a party?" Liam asked as he pushed his way between Scott and Stiles' heads. 

The two of us were in the backseat, seeing as how we were the smallest, and Liam was interrogating us about what our plans for the evening were. The Senior Scribe was tonight and I was really excited to finally be able to put my initials on the library bookshelf. It's been a tradition for a Senior to do for years, and it was finally our time. 

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "It is not a party."

"Then what's at midnight?" he pushed further, not budging on the topic. 

I snorted as Stiles responded with, "Your bedtime." 

"Oh my God, you guys are literally two years older than me... stop with the baby jokes." Liam whined dramatically. 

My eyes widened, "I seem to recall a time when you needed someone to stay with you because you were too scared to sleep by yourself? What did I say I was gonna call you after that? Oh yeah, Liam Dunbaby." 

"Kasey, don't even bring that up." Liam hissed as he glanced at Scott and Stiles in a panic, praying that they wouldn't jump at the opportunity to make a joke. 

Stiles chuckled, "Liam Dunbaby, that's so gonna be your name in my phone now." 

"Jesus," Liam groaned as he buried his face in his hands.

"You guys having trouble with your phones?" Scott asked, his eyes were glued to the screen of his cell phone. 

Stiles' jeep then made a weird sound before it just stalled in the middle of the road. The jeep slowed to a stop and he groaned, "Oh, that the hell." 

"You out of gas?" Liam asked curiously. 

"No," Stiles sighed, "it's electrical. It's probably the alternator again."

Scott and Stiles then glanced at each other, had an unspoken conversation quickly, and then slid out of the jeep. Liam sighed, flopping back into the seat beside me. I could tell that he was feeling slightly left out of everything, which is understandable considering we are all Seniors and he's just a Sophomore. Then again, we were going through the same things as Sophomores together so I can't really level with the whole being alone thing. 

"It's just a Senior thing, you'll get to do it when you're a Senior." I attempted to assure him, trying to making him feel slightly better about the conversation. 

He glanced at me, "It just sucks that you guys get to do everything together and I'm always left out by default because of my age. You are only two years older than me, okay?"

"Stiles is the one that likes to play the baby card, and it's because you are a baby, Liam. You're a supernatural baby. You're still relatively new to all of this, so that's why we try to keep you slightly sheltered. We've seen and done things that nobody should ever have to see and do, and we just are trying to protect you from that. Sure, every now and again we have some things that we do that are unrelated to the supernatural and you aren't always invited, but that's because you have your own life with your own friends. We don't want to infiltrate that, too." 

Liam nodded once, "I guess I understand. I just hate feeling left out." 

Thunder boomed in the sky and a flash of light washed over Liam's face from the back window. I turned to investigate, finding an empty road. I glanced at Liam, "You saw that right?"

"Yeah--" another flash of light cut him off and he squirmed in his seat, "GUYS!"

"We'll be done in a second." Stiles responded. 

Scott then added, "Just stay in the car, Liam." 

I couldn't see much due to the hood of the jeep being propped up, but another burst of light and roll of thunder filled the area. I could hear Scott and Stiles murmuring to one another before a miraculous surge of electricity started the jeep up. Scott and Stiles wasted no more time with fiddling with the alternator, and they slid back into the jeep. 

"Can we go now?" Liam asked impatiently. 

Stiles groaned, "We're going."

⬘ ⬘ ⬘ 

The wind from the storm brewing above had managed to knock over a tree in the parking lot where we were picking Malia up from. As Stiles rounded the corner into the lot, making his way to a parking space, I noticed Malia was pushing a tree back up into a standing position. A group of people were surrounding the tree, attempting to help but all of the strength was coming from her. 

I sighed, way to stay discrete Malia. 

Stiles threw the jeep in park and honked the horn, signaling to Malia that we were ready for her when she was. It was really exciting that she was going to be able to join us for the Senior Scribe. She had managed to barely pass Junior year, and she was more than likely going to have to go to summer school to make up for what she couldn't do... but I have a feeling she will pass. 

Malia had worked very hard studying for every test and project she had to do, even when the benefactor thing was going down... she was still studying and trying her best to pass. It meant a lot to her to be able to go to school and be a normal teenager, in a way. I'm so proud of her for everything she's been able to accomplish in that time. 

During mine and Stiles How to be a Teenager 101 course, we had been able to teach Malia a lot about how to act and behave in certain circumstances. She no longer gets up and leaves class whenever she feels like it. She no longer eats deer for breakfast. She no longer applies the "rules of the wild kingdom" to her daily life, and that is a huge breakthrough. 

I watched through the window as Malia jogged over to the jeep and smiled at us. Stiles climbed out and pulled his seat up, allowing her access to the back. Liam and I scooted a seat over, and I was now behind Scott, whereas before I was in the middle. Once Stiles was sure Malia was in safely, he pushed the seat back into it's normal position and plopped back down onto the cushion. He spun around and glanced at Malia, her eyes widened in confusion as she glanced between the four of us.

"What?"  

Stiles blinked, "Did you find out yet?"

"Find out what?" Liam asked over the music playing through his headphones. 

Malia nodded, "They're gonna email me." 

"Is this about summer school?" Liam asked, and his question earned an elbow to the gut from me. I had specifically told him to play dumb if the topic had come up, and what does he do? 

He glared at me and Malia quirked an eyebrow, "You told him?"

"Oh, no, all they said was that you had to go to summer school because the principal said your test scores weren't good enough and you might have to repeat junior year." Liam began to spill the information that we had given him a few days ago. 

I let out a heavy sigh, "Oh my God, Liam." 

"What?" he asked in confusion, Stiles and Scott were both giving him the death stare as well. 

Stiles blinked rapidly, "We should have left him chained to the tree."

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WHAT DID YOU ALL THINK? I'VE MISSED WRITING ABOUT KASEY SO MUCH AND I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS. I'M SO EXCITED TO GET THROUGH THIS SEASON BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN, I HAVE A PLOT LINE THAT I'M REALLY PROUD OF TO SHARE WITH YOU ALL. THIS ISN'T GOING TO HAVE AN UPDATE SCHEDULE FOR SEVERAL REASONS, BUT THE MAIN ONE BEING THAT I DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO DO A SET SCHEDULE BECAUSE MY SCHEDULE IS ALWAYS DIFFERENT EVERY WEEK. ALSO, I AM SO CLOSE TO 10K AND I NEED TO THINK OF SOMETHING TO DO TO CELEBRATE... SO IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY IDEAS LEAVE THEM IN THE COMMENTS OF WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE! AND I'VE HEARD MANY GOOD THINGS ABOUT 5B SO I'M REALLY EXCITED TO GET THIS BOOK DONE SO I CAN GET INTO 5B. BUT YOU GUYS ARE REALLY GONNA LIKE THIS BOOK, I CAN TELL YOU THAT ALREADY. THE AMOUNT OF PLOT TWISTS AND HEARTBREAKING SCENES I HAVE PLANNED WILL HAVE YOU ALL BEING EITHER VERY HAPPY OR VERY UPSET. 

OH AND IF YOU WANT TO READ A RAD AU OF KASEY AND BUGS (ASH'S CHARACTER) IT'S POSTED ON sashash- THE STORY IS CALLED COUNTERPART AND IT'S REALLY GOOD SO FAR, WE STARTED FROM SEASON ONE AND WE BASICALLY COMBINED OUR STORIES INTO ONE. THERE ARE SOME DIFFERENT ASPECTS TO THE NEW STORY BECAUSE THERE IS A NEW LOVE INTEREST FOR KASEY SO THEREFORE STUFF IS GONNA BE DIFFERENT!

OKAY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND COMMENTING AND FANNING AND SHARING AND DOING WHATEVER IT IS YOU ALL DO BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL MAGICAL AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. YOUR SUPPORT AND KIND WORDS MEAN THE WORLD TO ME AND I ALWAYS KNOW THAT I CAN RELY ON YOU GUYS TO BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE! SO DON'T EVER STOP BEING YOU, BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL FANTASTIC AND MAKE ME HAPPY EVERY SINGLE DAY!