<Scott's POV>

Allison's hands are tight round my waist as we speed down the root to the school. The sky around us is dark and dotted with small white crystal lights. Wind whips around our fast moving bodies through the night. The thick and humid air smells of fresh wet mulch. We slice through the heavy atom sphere like a sharp blade. Allison's black tights clad legs grip my own calves with much effort. The leather of her jacket stretches over her bent elbows. The tails of her hair that stick out from her helmet fly around and tickle my neck. Street signs pass quickly by until I turn in the school parking lot. Upon removing our helmets and stepping off of the bike Allison shoots me a confused glance. With her eyebrows furrowed she asks, "why are we at the school, it's like nine at night?" I smile and take her small hand in mine. With a tugging motion I pull her along gently.

"Come on!" I exclaim giggling. I pick the lock on the door and throw myself into the school. I pull Allison along behind me, laughter echoing through the open halls, until we reach the library. I stop her at the entrance. "Close your eyes," I demand kindly. She smiles and closes them. "Do you trust me?" I question. She nods happily and let's me lead her through the book shelves, the only sound coming from our shoes shuffling on the thin carpet. I stop her at a memorized bookshelf. "Okay, open," I tell her. She smiles brightly and opens her eyes, revealing a whiskey brown. She looks down at the bookshelf confused.

"Books?" Allison asks me while cocking an eyebrow. I hold in a small chuckle and move he books to the side revealing a set of fifteen initials. S.S., L.M., K.Y., M.T., I.L., C.H., E.D., D.M., A.D., V.B., E.R., J.W., S.M., A.A., and a D.H. off to the side. She holds her breath like a memory is surfacing. Letting out the deep breath of air she sucked in she speaks softly. "Senior scribe, you did it for me." I nod slowly.

"Ya, I wanted you to be included," I claim. This time she nods.

"Because I was gone, helping Theo get to you guys," Allison exclaims sadly. I shake my head yet again and take both her hands in mine.

"No, honey god no, we have been over this, he held you against your will, it wasn't your fault," I remind her. For a moment she just stares at the initials before hiding her frown with a slightly believable smile. Her arms wrap around my neck and my hand pull on the small of her back. She places soft lips on my own and kisses me slowly. I know why this effected her, I completely expected it. It's not only because of the Theo situation, it's because of the darkness acting up around her heart when she is around death. Where is the death in the library? Well, now three out of those fifteen people are dead.

<Lydia's POV>

The movie plays quietly in the background, hiding the short breaths of effort that leave my mouth. My back gets pushed up against the wall of my bedroom, Stiles hands under my thighs, holding me up. His hands burn deep into my steaming skin. Sparks igniting from hay finger tips. My legs are wrapped helpfully around his waist. The curls falling from my head get tangled in between our kisses. My blouse is half unbuttoned, his jeans are unzipped, and his shirt is thrown halfway across the room. There is an odd feeling in the back of my head. Like something should be wrong. Stiles hasn't been able to get intimate in weeks and there is this voice in my head, not literally like the ones that warn me of death, but some sort of memory that is trying to surface, warning my body of heart break.

Stiles brings his lips to my ear and whispers with his voice breathy, "I love you so much." It hits me harder than a slap to the face. The memory surfaces. "Maybe I don't feed on lust, maybe I am run on lust," the nogitsune says, his lips come closer to my ear when he says them. Void reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small syringe filled with thick liquid. I barely have time to observe it before he plunges the needle into my arm and then injects the liquid. My vision starts to blur and a scream is caught in my throat. Think Lydia, what is the liquid. A sedative. What are some sedatives? My mind goes fuzzy, blocking off my thoughts. Club drugs, date/rape drugs, what else are they called Lydia? My thoughts scream in my head to focus as I fall to the ground slowly as the nogitsune smirks. Rohypnol also known as flunitrazepam. Then my thoughts fade and everything is a giant blur. The effects of the sedative are in full swing. This isn't the only part of the memory that comes back. Everything that happened while I was slightly unconscious surfaces. Void pulls off my clothes with ease. My body gains a bit of strength for a split second and I use all of my energy to push the nogitsune off of me. He is thrown into the wall behind him. Without his hands holding me up, I fall to the ground completely limp. His face hovers over mine with a smirk before kicking me in the side. I try to scream, but no sound comes out. He throws himself on top of me after throwing off his pants. When I try to lift up my head his hand presses into my forehead and slams it against the ground. With every last bit of strength I contain, I try once more to push him off of me. He straddles my neck with his hands, pushing into my throat, cutting off my breath. Eventually, when my face turns a bright shade of purple, his hands move to my arms. With every harsh and hurtful movement of his pushing hips I cringe in pain. With each scrunch of my face his finger nails press deep into the skin on my arms and then my hips. After that I truly do pass out.

Once the memory finishes replaying in my head I scream loudly and Stiles let's my legs fall. He grabs my shoulders tightly and tries to get me to look at him. I scream louder and push Stiles off of me. He zips up his jeans and takes a cautious step towards me. "Lydia, look at me, it's me, it's Stiles, it's just me," Stiles says kindly, trying to be calm. That's right Lydia, void raped you, not Stiles. Lydia takes a deep breath and looks at Stiles in the eyes.

"Jeez I'm sorry Stiles, I just had the feeling of death, no one we know," I exclaim. The lie seems to work because Stiles let's out a nervous breath and wipes his forehead.

"Thank god," he sighs, "no sex for tonight then, you look exhausted," Stiles says with sad smile. When his soft touch brushes my skin, I brush him away.

"I actually want to be alone tonight, why don't you call Scott," I suggest kindly. I remind myself that Stiles is very vulnerable and shouldn't be alone quite yet, considering he already wants to just die.

"Scott is with Allison," Stiles informs me sadly.

"What about Isaac?"

"Cora and Derek are with him, they are talking about the whole relationship thing. It's fine Lyds, if you want to be alone I'll just go home, I won't do anything, I promise," Stiles explains. I force a fake smile.

"Okay," I accept his words and before leaving he leans into kiss me. It takes everything I have to not pull away. After he is gone the tears return and my heart hollows.