"Stiles, seriously?" I groaned in annoyance as he continued to tug me around on the ice, he wasn't even letting me skate, instead he has been pulling me around the rink with him for the past ten minutes. It's not like I don't like the fact that his hand is grasping mine tightly, with his fingers practically locked in the spaces between my own. Because I absolutely love that part, it's the part where he keeps taking me in the same circle, over and over again.

Lydia was doing some really cool tricks that she has acquired over the years, and she looked like a professional ice skater with the way her dress was whipping around her as she quickly spun around. Scott was having an absolute terrible time attempting to skate, he keeps falling flat on his face- Allison can't seem to help him much.

He chuckled as he turned around so he was going backwards but still looking at me, "You know, you complain- a lot."

"Oh really, do I now?" I smirked as I tugged on his hand, causing him to stumble forwards so he was now standing directly in front of me- our chest pressed flush against one another's. 

"Yeah... you- you do." He stammered as his eyes widened drastically, he still wasn't quite used to the PDA yet, getting all flustered and nervous whenever I slightly flirted with him, it was cute... and it also was a huge pat on the back to me at the fact I can get him so nervous like this, so put off and flustered.

I grabbed at his jacket and tugged on it slightly, "I actually think I have another complain for you, if you want to hear it?"

He visibly gulped as he just blinked at me in surprise, I love this- I've never actually flirted like this before, and Stiles is obviously so not prepared for this in the slightest. Which only makes it all the more fun, "Sur-sure." He stuttered out as his eyes locked on my lips, he knows what's about to hit him...

"I don't get to kiss you as much as I'd like to," I said with a smile, my hands traveling up his chest slowly- gently making their way to the base of his neck so I could pull his mouth closer to mine, he was a good six to seven inches taller than me- so I had to get his lips to my level. He was breathing erratically as I teased him a bit, brushing my lips over his while tugging on his neck- I could already tell that he was putty in my hands, and I haven't even gotten to actually kiss him. 

It felt like a switch was flicked inside of my head, and then my lips were on his once again. I don't know why I keep kissing him so fiercely like this- acting as if I will never get to again if I don't put all of the effort and love I could muster into this one. Once again he held his breath, but not as long as before, no- now he had his hands on either side of my waist, squeezing them tightly as his lips moved frantically and meticulously over mine. This was entirely too euphoric, the way that his lips are sending little electric currents throughout my nervous system is beyond believable. How can someone have such an affect on the way that I feel?

And then- something else flicked in my head, the color of his jacket, it's purple. Purple... what else is purple? Why am I thinking of purple? Images of the night that we went searching for the other half of the body- digging for hours until we found a wolf, flashed through my mind. The flower. The purple flower, the purple flower that is wolfsbane. Wolfsbane, the herb that hurts werewolves- weakens them- kills them. The bullet, with Derek- Kate Argent had shot him... Kate was killed by Peter. Peter. Wolfsbane. Ice. Lydia. All of these images were swirling around in my brain and it was starting to give me a massive headache, but I could stop kissing Stiles- the pain was dulled as his lips feverishly met mine, moaning and panting as we fought for control over the situation. 

More and more stabs of pain radiated throughout my body, and for some reason I couldn't stop seeing images of Lydia. Her screaming, loudly. She was yelling for something, why? Wolfsbane? Peter? What is so important about them? Why are all of these images just appearing in my mind. 

I gasped loudly as I pulled out of the kiss, my eyes frantically searching the rink for Lydia- or something, anything to make sense of what was going through my mind. She wasn't here, where did she go? Scott and Allison are gone too... what's happening? Why are we alone? Stiles was breathing heavily as he looked around as well, obviously trying to find what I was looking for. And then I saw it- the small little purple petal. 

With as much tenacity as I could muster I bent down and picked up the petal, and then I saw a trail of them- more and more, all leading to a plant sticking out of the middle of the ice. Purple. Wolfsbane. I skated over to the plant- ignoring Stiles' asking questions that I didn't have the answers to. Instead I bent down and looked at the plant skeptically, how did it get here? Can Stiles not see- and then images of Peter flashed in my mind again, he was yelling at me- waving his hands in the air. I started to rub my hand over the ice, moving the little bit of snow and skimmed ice off to reveal his face- he was under the ice. He started yelling and thrashing around violently. Once again, I let out a scream- a loud scream, this scream sounding like Lydia's the night she went missing. Echoing all around in the rink, and causing my ears to hurt. 

Stiles fell to the ice beside me, shaking me, yelling my name- trying to get me to stop screaming, but I couldn't. He was just here, he was under the ice. I saw him. Lydia's scream then echoed around the ice, she was now only a few feet away from us- when did she get here? Scott and Allison came running out onto the ice, trying to calm Lydia down. I have a feeling I know why she is screaming. And I have a feeling that this is another huge piece to the puzzle of what I am.

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"I said I was fine, will you just stop asking me?" I snapped as Scott and Stiles continued to ask me if I was 'okay' and if I 'had any pain', just because I had a total and complete meltdown last night- does not mean that I will have another one. I don't know why it happened, or what it means- all I know is that it just complicated my situation further. 

Scott sighed, "Alright. We're just worried about you, Kasey."

"I get that, I totally do- but when I say I'm okay, just take my word for it, alright? Now, what did I miss all day while you two kept me out of the loop?" I asked as I closed my locker, the school day had just ended and I know that some development has happened with the whole Derek biting teenagers thing, they just haven't told me because they thought I would snap- again. Which I won't.

Stiles gave Scott a look before answering, "Well you can come with me- we're gonna go check and see if Boyd is at home, we think that Derek is targeting him next. Scott is going to the rink to see if they're there."

I nodded, "Okay then- let's get the show on the road."

My brother then gave me a sympathetic look before walking off, leaving me to follow after Stiles as he led the way to our favorite blue jeep. Once we were in the car and had ourselves buckled in- the questions once again started. 

"Okay, I know you don't want to talk about it- but Kasey you need to tell me what's going on." He said as he started the jeep and pulled out of his parking spot, wasting no time in peeling out of the parking lot and getting on the main road. 

I sighed, "I don't know what's going on, we've been over this before. All I do know is that whatever Peter did to me, when he bit me- I think he did something similar to Lydia- it's like... like he is using us for something, to send a message or I don't know. I still haven't figured that part out just yet."

"Sending a message? About what?" He asked in confusion as he ran a stop sign, oh god. I am too young to die, he needs to pay more attention to the road- and less attention to the weird and totally scary situation that I'm in.

I shrugged my shoulders, "No idea. I told you that I haven't figured that part out yet,"

"It was just weird that you and Lydia started screaming at the same time- again. Like the night in the hospital," He pointed out as he parked in front of a house that I assumed to be Boyd's. 

My hand then reached for the door handle and I clambered out of the jeep before he could point out yet another confusing fact in the story of what is happening to me, I already know every weird and seemingly coincidental situation about what has happened between Lydia and I since we got bit- I don't need him to remind me of them.

Stiles and I then made our way up the steps to the front door of Boyd's house, this was weird. I've never actually talked to Boyd... like, ever. Stiles started knocking on the door rapidly, I tried to peek through the window but the curtains were drawn. 

I then turned around and came face to face with Erica, "Oh my god!"

Stiles turned around as well and his eyes widened when he saw her standing there, "Oh- Erica... hey... we were just...looking for...for..." 

"Boyd?" She questioned with a smirk, I glanced between her and Stiles to that her brown eyes were raking him in from head to toe. Oh are you kidding me? Stiles was blinking rapidly as he glanced at me worriedly. 

I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded, "Yes. We were looking for Boyd, but he obviously isn't here so we'll just be going-"

Erica then pushed Stiles and I back into the front door roughly, "You're not going anywhere- you're having a bit of car trouble," She replied as she held up a piece of something from the inside of Stiles' jeep, oh that's just wonderful. 

"Actually-" I was cut off by Erica swinging the piece of metal at my head, and then I blacked out completely. 

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Sorry this was shorter than I would like, I just- I had to end the chapter here. I'm tired, and ready for bed and I wanted to get this posted tonight for you all to read! Next chapter is episode four, which is one of my favorite season two episodes- so I am excited to write about that... I need to figure out how I'm going to watch the first 12 episodes of season three when I finish season two... because I honestly have no idea where they will all be. :( 

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