I opened my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar place. The ground was wet and cold, it definitely wasn't my mattress. My vision was slightly blurred as I tried to figure out where the hell I was. It's dark and I can barely see, I should be able to see though, right? Maybe there isn't much to see to begin with. I pushed myself into a standing position and glanced around, the smell of copper was infiltrating my sinuses and it was all too familiar. It's blood. Why am I smelling blood?

"Please... help me..."

I jumped at the sudden sound, not expecting to hear any voices. It was a man, and he sounded weak. I turned in the direction from where the sound came and slowly made my way towards the source. The blood was getting stronger, and I crinkled my nose in disgust. What the hell is going on?

"Hello?" I called out hesitantly, not knowing what I was getting ready to walk into.

The room seemed to lighten up slightly, and I gasped when I saw a man laying on the ground. Blood was surrounding him on the ground in a large pool. He turned his head and when he saw me he jerked and began to panic slightly. Why is he scared of me?

I wanted to approach him, try to get some answers of some sort-- but before I could speak, I felt a presence behind me. I then realized that the man wasn't afraid of me, he was afraid of what was behind me. I swallowed thickly and slowly turned around to come face to face with a large black mass with glowing blue eyes.

A scream escaped me and I fell to the ground, not knowing what the hell I was looking at. The creature flashed his teeth at me before he ran off to the left behind some piping and disappeared. My heart was beating erratically as I began to crawl towards the man that was on the ground. He was sucking in air too quickly and I could tell by the amount of blood on the ground that he wasn't going to make it out of this alive.

"I'm gonna get some help," I assured him as I began to reach around in my pockets for my cell phone but it wasn't in them. I don't have it? Why don't I have my cell phone?

The man began choking on his blood, "Run."

A loud growling echoed around the building and I knew that it had been the large black beast that had just been over here. I wasn't sure if he was going to come back or not, but I didn't want to leave this man here to die. I needed to at least try to help him. I needed to get us both out of here.

I sat up with a gasp, grabbing at my chest which was throbbing painfully. I was in my bedroom now, not wherever I had been before. I let out a heavy sigh and rubbed at my eyes, unsure of what exactly was going on. That nightmare was weird. It didn't even make any sense. My eyes widened when I noticed that my white sheets were stained red. I looked to my hands and saw that they were covered in blood as well.

"What the hell.." I muttered in confusion, glancing from my hands to my sheets.

A knock on my bedroom door startled me and I jumped in place, beginning to panic. Who the hell is at my door? Shit. I nearly fell out of bed as I darted to my bathroom, throwing on the tap and scrubbing the blood off of me. I noticed that it went all the way up to my elbows. My eyes widened as I realized that something was obviously very wrong if I'm waking up covered in blood.

"Kasey?" Scott called, continuing to knock on my door. I could hear him trying to open the door, but apparently it was locked. Thank God.

I cleared my throat as I watched the red water drain, "Hang on!"

Once the blood was off of my arms I grabbed a towel and hastily dried at my arms and then dashed back over to my bed, adjusting my blanket to cover the stain. I then grabbed some perfume off of my dresser and sprayed it around to mask the smell of copper lingering in the air. Once I felt the my secret was concealed enough, I twisted the lock on the handle and pulled the door open.

Scott's eyebrows were raised in confusion, "What were you doing?"

"What? I was getting ready." I said quickly, not having enough time to think my answer through properly. Why the hell is he even bothering me?

He looked me up and down, "You're still in pajamas?"

"Well, I was trying to get ready.." I replied awkwardly.

I swallowed thickly as I watched his facial expression, praying to God that he would believe me or at least have the sense to pick up on the fact that I didn't want to talk about what I was really doing. After a moment of silence he finally shrugged, "Well, Parrish called me.. he's got something he wants to show us. Did you want to come?"

"What is it?" I asked, contemplating on actually going with him.

Scott chuckled, "I don't know, he just said he needs to show us."

He then sniffed the air and glanced over my shoulder at my bed in confusion, "Does it smell like blood in here to you?"

"Blood?" I echoed as my eyes widened, "Why on earth would my room smell like blood?"

Scott stepped into my room and inspected the area, obviously he could smell it but the perfume was masking it enough so that he couldn't get an actual location on where it's coming from. I swallowed thickly as he stepped by my nightstand, his head turning in the direction of my bed as he sniffed once more. My heart leapt in my chest as he grabbed my blankets and pulled them back, revealing the blood stains. Shit.

He glanced at me with wide eyes, "What happened?"

"Uh, well... if you really must know..." I trailed off, not really knowing where to go with this. What should I tell him? I mean, I would tell him the truth if we weren't in such a weird place in our relationship right now. If anything we are just coexisting. I'm not even sure why this interaction is even happening in the first place.

Scott cleared his throat as he dropped the blanket, "Its that time of the month isn't it?"

"What?" I asked stupidly, having no idea what he was even talking-- oh.

I nodded my head quickly, "Yes, yes it is. I just woke up and yeah, that was there."

"I see, I'll leave you to get ready... and then you can come with me to see Parrish? Or would you rather not go?" He asked as he moved towards my bedroom door.

"I actually promised Stiles that I would meet him at the hospital." I stated, hoping to God that Scott would just leave it alone at that and not try to press the situation further.

He sighed, "He's still not talking to me."

"Technically, I'm still not talking to you, too." I pointed out as I made my way over to my closet so I could grab my designated outfit for the day. I obviously can't stay in these pajamas.

I was praying that Scott would just leave my bedroom but he wasn't budging and I knew that he wanted to have the discussion that I've been putting off. He wants to try and resolve what he did in a matter of seconds and it's not going to work like that. I have too much going on right now to worry about fighting with him and I can't deal with letting him back in right now. It's easier if he just stays on the outskirts.

Scott folded his arms over his chest and leaned against my doorframe, "I miss you, Kase. I miss us. We aren't the same and it's killing me."

"We aren't the same because you chose to believe a total stranger over your own sister," I stated rather harshly, not bothering to spare him a glance.

When I found out that it had been Theo that had managed to get into Scott's head, I was furious. Not only did that little shit manage to weasel his way into everything else, but he also managed to turn Scott against the one person that always has his back no matter what. He managed to get Scott to shut me out and ignore me. He managed to get Scott to act as if I didn't even exist.

I was still very much hurt by his actions, and I wasn't ready to forgive him yet. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness yet.

His heart was beating slightly faster as he said, "I admit that was a mistake and I'm sorry. I should have listened to you. I'm listening to you now, though. I'm trying really hard to listen and to be here but you are making it extremely difficult."

"That's because I don't want you around me right now," I said as I spun around to face him, "I don't want to talk to you and I sure as hell don't want to look at you. Scott, you made me feel like choosing to save myself was the wrong option... like my life wasn't more important than hers. You made me feel like I should have let myself die down in that basement because that was the only outcome of the situation where you wouldn't have been mad at me. I'm sorry that I had to take matters into my own hands, but it boiled down to either kill or be killed, and for once I chose to save myself. So, you don't get to stand here and say that you're willing to try and move on when you're the reason that we are here in the first place. I'm not ready to do this right now, so please respect that and stop pushing me to do something that I don't want to do."

Scott sighed, "I'm not trying to push you... I just miss you."

"Well, I'm sorry but I'm not ready to try and tackle that just yet. So, I think some space between us is a good idea for now." I said awkwardly, not liking the fact that I had to deny him the chance to try and fix this between us. 

To be completely honest, I don't want things to get worse-- I doubt that it would make much of a difference, but what if it does? What if him trying to solve things ends up in another argument that just drives us further apart? I don't want to do that. I don't want things to be the way they are now either, but I would take it this way over getting worse any day. 

His face fell in defeat but he nodded, "Right, I'll text you and let you know what Parrish wanted to show us then. Or, maybe I could come meet you and Stiles at the hospital? We can all talk then?" 

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea, he's still pretty upset with you." I breathed out, wincing as I watched him bite at his lip awkwardly. 

I can't even begin to imagine the position that he's in right now. Having the two people he cares about most in this world being distant with him is extremely upsetting. Granted, I know how the cold shoulder feels from him because I had been getting it these last few weeks, but thankfully Stiles hasn't turned his back on me. He stood by my side no matter what. I wish that I would be able to say the same about Scott. 

"You guys are gonna have to let me fix this sooner or later," he said with a heavy sigh. 

I nodded in agreement, "I know and we will, but on our own time." 

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The drive to the hospital was uneventful and quiet. I didn't feel like listening to any music, so I drove in radio silence. I was hoping that Stiles' dad would be sleeping so I could have a moment to speak with Stiles on my own, I have to tell him about the blood from this morning. I've learned that keeping things from him only blows up in my face so I can't risk losing him again over a secret. I may not be open with Scott but I'm sure as hell going to be open with Stiles. I learned my lesson last time. 

I had taken a picture of my sheets on my phone so I could show him exactly what had happened. I wish I would have thought to take a picture of my arms as well, but I was more worried about cleaning them off than having photo evidence. That was my bad. 

Once my car was parked, I exited the vehicle and made my way into the hospital. It was extremely slow and quiet compared to how it normally is when I come here, so I found it rather easy to just walk to the elevator so I could get to his dad's room. I hope Stiles isn't sleeping, I don't want to wake him up. I'm not sure what his sleeping schedule has been the last few days but it's more than likely been non-existent. I know that mine has been slightly irregular. 

The elevator dinged and I exited through the doors, walking down the empty hallway in silence. Everything is so quiet this morning, until it's not. Until I hear the beeping of machines and the passing of cars. I had more than likely been tuning all of these things out because I was so focussed on Stiles, but now that I'm thinking about sounds-- I'm hearing everything. 

I sighed as I knocked on his dad's door, gently pushing it open. Stiles was sitting in the chair next to his father's bed, his eyes open as he was looking at his phone screen. Sheriff Stilinski was sleeping quietly, unaware of my presence. Stiles glanced up from his phone and smiled when he saw me. I smiled back as he stood from the chair and slipped out of the room, slowly pulling the door shut so it didn't make a loud click. 

"Hey," he greeted as he pressed his lips to my forehead gently. 

My smile grew wider, "Hi." 

"I was beginning to think that you overslept or something." he said before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into an embrace. 

I squeezed him tightly and relished in how familiar his cologne smelled, "I'm sorry. Scott was trying to talk to me and there wasn't much I could do to get out of it. I have to tell you something though." 

His body stiffened at the mention of Scott's name, "What the hell did he say to you now?" 

"What? No, it's not about him. It's something kind of freaky and I can't explain it, so I need your help in figuring out what it could mean." I said quickly, dismissing the idea that it had been Scott that was the problem. 

Stiles nodded once as he hesitantly pulled out of the embrace, "Alright, what's up?"

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and navigated to the photo of my bed and slowly turned the screen to face him, "I woke up this morning with blood all over my bed and all over me. This isn't my blood. I don't know what it could mean but I doubt it could mean anything good." 

"You sure it's not yours? Like you didn't scratch yourself in your sleep or something?" he asked as he pulled my phone out of my hands to inspect the photo further. 

I shrugged, "I mean I guess, but that's an awful lot of blood from a scratch." 

"Yeah, you're right. Do you remember having any weird dreams? Maybe you are sleepwalking again? Going places and thinking you're dreaming about it but it's actually happening." Stiles suggested, looking to me as if I would have the answer. 

I very well could be sleepwalking somewhere in the middle of the night again, that would mean that if my dream was where I had actually gone-- then there was either a dead or dying man somewhere and I didn't save him. That means that large black beast was real and not something I conjured up in my nightmares. That means that something terrible is happening yet again.

"Well, I did have a dream that I was somewhere, I'm not sure where, but there was this guy and he was dying. I tried to help him but before I could this big black thing showed up out of nowhere and it didn't try to attack me but it was obvious that it had tried to kill that guy." I explained awkwardly, not liking the look on his face from my story. 

"A big black thing?" he repeated my description. 

To which I responded with a nod, because that's what it was. A big black thing. Smoke was like pouring off of it and it's eyes were bright blue. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before and if that thing is roaming around Beacon Hills then we are going to have a serious problem. How are we supposed to go up against that? What even is it? 

"Kase... that sounds a little crazy." he sighed as he handed me my phone back. 

My eyes widened, "You don't believe me? I know what I saw." 

"I'm not saying that you didn't see it, but maybe your subconscious conjured it up to cover something else up... what else could it be?" Stiles asked with a shrug. 

I let out a huff of annoyance, "Stiles, your best friend is a werewolf. Your girlfriend is some cooked up science experiment of a supernatural creature. These Dread Doctors have been creating supernatural hybrids for the last few weeks that have been running around town and killing people. Hell, you were possessed by an evil spirit, yet you're telling me you're having a hard time grasping the idea of a big black monster?"

"Well, I mean... yeah, a little bit." he replied slowly, as if I was the one that was acting crazy here. 

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. Let's talk about Scott then, since you can actually agree that he exists, even though you're acting like he doesn't." 

"Kasey, I don't want to do this right now." Stiles sighed as he shook his head from side to side. 

I can understand that he doesn't want to dive into the discussion about Scott, because I'm avoiding such topics myself... but he needs to at least accept the fact that he is going to have to forgive him at some point. He can't stay mad at him forever, just like I can't. Although, we are giving it our best shot. 

"Stiles, whether you believe me or not, something bad is happening and we are going to have to talk to Scott to stop this thing. I know that you're still mad at him, hell, I am too, but you're going to have to forgive him at some point." I said softly, knowing that this was going to be a touchy subject. 

Scott and Stiles very rarely fought over anything. This was probably the worst fight that I've ever seen them in, and that was because Stiles' dad was put at risk because of Scott. Stiles needs to realize that it wasn't exactly Scott's fault that Theo decided to use Stiles' dad against him, but if Scott had listened to us sooner about Theo than maybe it wouldn't have happened at all. He is playing the what if game and it's a dangerous game to play. 

"I'm not ready to forgive him yet," he admitted honestly. 

I nodded, "I'm not either, but we're going to have to." 

"I talked to Malia, well she called me and I wasn't really looking at the screen and I answered thinking that it was you, but I still talked to her." Stiles said, smoothly transitioning to another topic that I wasn't looking forward to discussing. 

I had managed to dodge every single one of Malia's phone calls, apart from the whole tunnel adventure we had trying to find that Patrick kid, I haven't even thought about her. I know it's wrong of me to be mad about something that she can't control, but I can't control the fact that I'm mad about it. I highly doubt that she will do anything in regards to trying to steal Stiles away from me, but you never know. There's always that sliver of doubt you have to have about everything just to be on the safe side. 

"What did she say?" I asked slowly, not wanting to really hear his answer but knowing that I didn't have much else of a choice at the moment. 

It was either talk about Scott or Malia, and apparently he was going for the latter. 

His face softened as he focussed his attention on my face, "That you're not speaking to her and she's really sorry for what she did." 

"Did she happen to tell you why I'm not speaking to her?" I snapped a little bit more harshly than I had intended. 

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "She wouldn't tell me." 

"Well, I'm not going to tell you either because it will just make things worse. I'm not speaking to her because I don't want to so let's just leave it at that." I stated evenly. 

This interaction with him was going south all too quickly and I didn't want to possibly end up in an argument with him as well. He's all I have right now, well apart from Lydia. Liam and I would be okay, if he hadn't tried to kill my brother over a girl that he barely knows for a month. Just because I'm mad at Scott doesn't mean that I want him dead, if anything I want him alive so I can eventually go off on him. Theo is still running around Beacon Hills somewhere, too, and in order to stop him I'm going to more than likely need Scott's help. 

Stiles opened his mouth to continue pressing the subject but I decided to take matters into my own hands. If he wouldn't stop talking I would make him stop talking. I quickly stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his, silencing him in a second flat. That familiar sharp intake of breath that always happens when I kiss him occurred and that was my green light. His hands fell to my waist as he held me tight and my arms wrapped around the base of his neck, tugging him downwards so it was easier for me to kiss him. 

We've been doing a lot of kissing lately, and honestly I love it. We used to kiss all the time but then life got in the way and kissing became sort of a hassle. I'm making the executive decision now to always kiss him, no matter what the stakes are and no matter what is happening. Kissing is important. It ties us together, it keeps us in connection with one another. We are on the same wavelength and it serves as a healthy pick me up or a distraction from everything surrounding us. 

Stiles pulled out of the kiss and smiled at me, "That's a good way to get me to stop talking." 

"I figured it would be." I chuckled, proud of my idea. 

His stomach growled lowly and I frowned when I realized he probably hasn't ate anything in the last 24 hours with everything that's been going on. I glanced at him worriedly, "You gotta eat something." 

"There's a vending machine at the end of the hall, I'll run down there and grab something. Can you sit with my dad until I get back?" he asked hesitantly, obviously not wanting to leave his father by himself. 

I nodded, "Yeah, but get some stuff that will actually fill you up." 

"I will, thank you." he mumbled before pressing a swift kiss to my lips and turning on his heel, heading down the hall in pursuit of the vending machine. 

I took a deep breath and entered his dad's room, still expecting him to be asleep. So, you can imagine my surprise when I walked in and he was sitting up, looking at me with a smile on his face. I smiled in return and took the seat next to his bed, "How you feeling?" 

"A hell of a lot better now," he chuckled as he grabbed his pale pink cup off of his table and sipped whatever was inside of it. 

The room was pretty dark, due to the lights being off but I figured it was because he had been sleeping. There were two chairs in here beside his bed, and I'm not sure if Stiles had requested an extra chair or not because normally I thought there was only one chair in the room by the bed. 

I nodded in response, "I can imagine." 

"Where did Stiles go?" he asked as he glanced at the door. 

"Oh," I chuckled softly, "he hasn't been eating much and I sent him to get some food. He's been so worried about everything else he's forgetting to take care of himself." 

"Sounds like Stiles," Sheriff Stilinski mused. 

He then turned to face me, "How are you feeling? You all healed up after what Theo did to you? Stiles told me that he really hurt you." 

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. I healed up okay." I assured him with a smile. 

Sheriff Stilinski quirked an eyebrow, "I can see you healed physically, but what about emotionally?" 

"Emotionally?" I echoed in confusion, not really sure where he was going with this. 

He nodded, "Theo lied to everyone and Scott believed him, right? That's why you and Stiles are so upset with him? I can only imagine how much that would have hurt you." 

"Yeah," I breathed out as I glanced at the floor, "That I haven't healed so much on, but I'm working on it. It's just... he made me feel like my life wasn't worth saving and that I was the bad guy. It's hard to get over something like that so quickly, it's going to take me awhile before I can ever look at him the same." 

"You need to forgive him, Kasey. I know it sounds next to impossible right now, but if he's willing to try and move on, you have to be a willing participant, too. Even though he made a big mistake, he's still your brother." he said as he smiled warmly at me. 

This advice was something that I already knew. It's obvious that I'm going to have to forgive Scott, it's just a matter of when and how. He's my brother and I can't stay mad at him forever, right? Even though he seemed to be perfectly fine with shutting me out and practically disowning me, and who knows how long he would have kept that up.

I sighed in defeat, "I know. It's just hard." 

"When you love somebody, nothing like this is ever easy. It will be worth it in the end, I promise." he smiled, and I smiled back. 

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"Is that my laptop?" Sheriff Stilinski asked Stiles as he glanced at him over his shoulder. 

He had just returned from his venture for food and the first thing he did when he got back into the room was acquire said laptop. I'm not exactly sure what it is he is looking for but he must have seen or heard something out in the hallway that sparked his sudden interested. 

Stiles nodded, "Yeah." 

"Do you have my password?" his dad inquired, completely shocked that his son was able to gain access to the computer. In all honesty it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if Stiles had every single password that his father used. It's just a Stiles thing. 

Again, he nodded, "I have all your passwords. You know they just brought in another body from last night?" 

He must have seen them wheeling the body in and that was what sparked his interest. Immediately my thoughts went to my dream and the man that had obviously died. If it turns out to be him, then Stiles is going to have to believe me about this big black monster thing that he is so hell bent on not believing me about. 

"Yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't find out. Now, give me my damn computer." Sheriff Stilinski said as he tried to snatch the laptop away from Stiles. 

Expertly, Stiles maneuvered away from his hand so he couldn't take it from him, "Hang on, hang on. I think there's some footage missing, or something missing in the footage." 

"I think there's something missing in your head." he responded flatly. 

I leaned over Stiles' shoulder so I could get a look at the footage that he was messing around with. It looked like the outside of a power substation, and as of right now it was just empty footage. Nothing was coming in or out of the building-- we were just looking at the entrance. 

"What exactly are you looking for?" I asked him curiously. 

He shrugged, "Someone." 

"Or something," I corrected, thinking back to the big black monster. 

This was way too coincidental and if I've learned anything about coincidences in Beacon Hills, it's that they don't exist. Everything happens for a reason. Meaning my dream last night was warning me about this, telling me that it had already happened. Only, it obviously wasn't a dream because I was there and I managed to get the blood from the crime scene all over my bed. 

Suddenly, a large black mass then emerged from the building, running on all fours. My eyes widened when I recognized it to be what I had seen last night. Stiles gasped as he quickly rewinded the tape, replaying the thing running again. 

My eyes widened considerably, "Believe me now?" 

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AGH 

Sorry this took a bit longer to post than usual, I've been a little busy the last week or so. I came up with a wonderful plot line for 5b and I'm really excited to share it with you all when it comes to it. A lot of you are thinking that Kasey is the beast and I just would like to point out that I never steal characters plot lines like that, I leave it to be original to the show and I come up with my own. That's all I'm going to say about that. 

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