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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈
☽𓋼𓍊𓋼☾

Lylas eyes shot open as the bus lurched to a stop, groaning as she lifted her head from Isaacs shoulder. Her eyes caught on an awful blue and red motel sign as an aggressive yawn escaped her, "What the hell?"

"Well, I'm sure those beds are better than my shoulder. Up, I'm 6'2", I'm not built to be bent at this position for extended periods of time." Lyla tiredly laughed, yanking her bag from between her feet and standing from her seat. "Jesus." She cried, stretching her arms above her head and making her way towards the door of the bus.

The change of temperature from the crowded bus to frigid Glendale air nipped at her neck for a moment, and she dragged her bag further up her shoulder as she looked around the motel weerily.

"A wolf den sounds far comfortable than this does." Isaac muttered as he took a stand behind her. She raised her brows in agreement, looking up at the dingy motel in distaste.

"I've seen worse." Scott muttered, Lyla glancing over as Stiles gasped, "Where, have you seen worse?" Lyla chuckled, turning her attention to Coach when he blew his whistle, "Listen up. The meets been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of, degenerates like yourselves." Lyla furrowed her brows with a smile, tilting her head at the mans empty insults while Coach held up a handful of room keys. "You'll be pairing up, choose wisely."

The group of teens began approaching Coach, taking a room key from his hands and hastily making their way towards their rooms.

"I'm the odd one out, maybe I can have my own room." Lyla teased, nudging Isaac with her arm as they stood last in line. "You wanna stay in this place alone?"

Lyla shrugged, "I don't know about Scott, but I've definitely seen worse. Could be fun. All alone."

"You're sadistic." Isaac chuckled, nodding his head at her as he followed after Boyd, who grabbed a key from Coach, "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that?"

Lyla's face dropped when she saw Coach's hand, empty of any more room keys. "Matthews! Jesus, I forgot you were here. You'll have to room with a duo. Now...go to sleep!" Coach bursted, turning on his heel and stomping towards his own motel room.

"Wha-" Lyla dropped her head, making her way to the building. Feeling eyes on the back of her neck, she turned around, Lydia and Allison still standing by the buses.

Maybe, just maybe, she could room with them.

"I don't like this place." Lydia frowned up at the building. "I don't think the people who own this place like this place, but it's just for one night." Allison smiled, but Lydia held her gaze on the motel sign.

"A lot can happen in one night."

"Hey." Lyla coughed, approaching the two girls slowly, "I know we haven't talked much, but Coach didn't get an extra room, and I would stay with Boyd and Isaac, but I'm not keen on sleeping in the same room as two explosive boy werewolves. Could I possibly stay with you guys?"

Allison looked over at Lydia, who sent her friend a small shrug. Allison turned back to Lyla nervously, opening her mouth to respond, but no noise escaped her. Lyla stuttered, putting on an unbothered face, "No, it's fine. I get it, we barely know each other. I'll figure something out-"

"You can stay with us. Allison and I will share a bed. Plus, with everything going on, having a spare pair of claws might help me sleep better in this hell hole." Lydia mumbled, pulling the girls in the direction of their room. Lyla gasped, holding her bag against her shoulder as Lydia dragged the two girls up the stairs by the arms.

The three girls frowned at the room as Allison opened the door, Lyla tossing her duffel bag on the bag closest to the door, "Serial killer vibes, much? God, it stinks in here." Lyla wrinkled her nose up, looking up and around at the room, which appeared to not have been updated since the 1970's. There wasn't much in it; two queen beds with a nightstand between them, a door to the bathroom, a small, exposed closet, and a dresser with a box tv and phone on top.

She'd slept in worse, yeah, but she'd definitely slept in better.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Allison muttered, stepping into the bathroom. Lyla pulled her lips to the side, god she wanted a shower. Maybe Isaac and Boyd aren't planning on showering anytime soon.

"I'm gonna stop by Isaacs room, I'll be back in a bit." Lyla turned to Lydia as she grabbed her bag, the strawberry blonde sending her a small smile and a nod.

The outdoor hallway was creepy, nothing but the blue and red lights from the motel sign lighting the area up. Lyla was a werewolf, always had been. She'd been through and seen somethings that could traumatize normal people for life. Hell, just the night prior she got into a literal pack fight with Alphas, got her entire stomach slashed open in one go. But there was something about this motel that wasn't supernatural creepy. It was more, homicidal, Bates Motel, American Psycho creepy. As if she could feel someone watching her every move.

She hurriedly made her way over to Isaac and Boyds room, sending a haste knock against the wood.

"Lyla."

The girl's head whipped back in the direction of the whisper, staring out at the dark, empty parking lot.

"Lyla?"

She turned back around, staring up at a confused Boyd. "Hey, Allisons using the shower, could I shower in here? If you guys aren't planning on doing it right now?" Boyd stared down at her for a moment, before stepping aside and allowing her to rush in and toss her duffel bag on the bed, taking note of the lack of Isaac in the room. "This place is creepy as hell, I hate it."

"You're a werewolf." Boyd spoke stoically, but the blonde sent him a glare, "Doesn't mean a serial killers hideout disguised as a motel doesn't freak me out. Where's Isaac?"

"Water pressure isn't great, but it'll do the trick." Isaac smirked at Lyla, her eyes traveling down to his dripping bare chest and jean covered legs as he tossed a clean towel at her.

"T-thanks." Lyla smiled nervously, moving past the steaming shirtless boy hurriedly and closing the bathroom door behind her.

"Dude, she's totally into you."
"Shut up."

A blush creeped up against her cheeks, the girl quickly stripping herself of her clothes, jumping into the already wet shower and turning the dial until it was as hot as she could handle.

The steam flooded the room quickly, and as much as she wanted to soak in the hot water, she knew she needed to be quick. The sensation of sleep overruled hot shower.

She made haste of cleaning her hair with the small, half empty bottle of shampoo and conditioner, giving her scalp a much-needed scrub. She smiled at the idea of Isaac using so much shampoo and conditioner, putting so much effort into keeping his golden hair nice and soft.

Sitting on a small bus for hours on end with a bunch of sweaty, hormonal teenagers wasn't best for hair health. The grease practically traveled through the air and infected everybody like a virus.

Soap rinsed from her body and hair, she turned the water off and yanked the towel up from the toilet.

Unfortunately, the steam on the mirror covered everything she wanted to fix; brush her hair, wipe the makeup from under her eyes. So, she had to make due with the wet glass, swiping her hand against it quickly.

She spun around the room in search of her duffel bag, face falling when she remembered where she left it. "Shit."

She ran through her options in her head. She could wrap the towel around her as tight as possible and hope they had left the room for ice or snacks, ask one of them to hand it to her, or put her dirty clothes back on and race back to her room and change there.

She wanted to throw up at the idea of putting her dirty jeans back on, so with a shaky hand and the other gripping her towel around her chest tightly, she cracked the door open, "Guys? Isaac?"

Silence. Thank God.

She quickly swung the door open, hastily stepping over to her bag and running right back into the bathroom.

Lyla frowned as she stared at herself in the mirror, dragging the brush slowly through her wet blonde hair. Her fresh bra and underwear covered her privates, but it did nothing to cover the rest of her. It didn't cover the small pudge on her hips, or the extra fat on her thighs, the lack of cleavage spilling from the top of her bra.

She felt the tears approaching the longer she stared, unable to not compare herself to other girls in her class, so she quickly finished brushing her hair and slipped into her Beacon Hills High School hoodie and extra pair of jeans. She wasn't expecting to be sleeping in a motel when she packed, and the shorts she used for running were less than comfortable enough to sleep in, so her spare jeans would have to do.

She shoved her items back in her bag, slinging it over her should and exiting the bathroom once more. The room, although lit up, was eerily quiet, and still empty. "Isaac?" She however, was so on edge, she didn't catch the racing heartbeat of Isaac laying under the bed.

"Lyla. Lyla help me, please."

A yelp escaped her, spinning on her heel to investigate the seemingly empty room. The voice was familiar, of course. She'd heard it in her nightmares for 3 years. "Enid?" She mumbled, spinning back towards the room door.

"Lyla, you should've saved me. It should've been you!"

Lyla gasped, running towards the door and swinging it open, making a bolt back to her room. "Allison? Lydia?" She cried out, locking the door and tossing her bag on the bed. "Guys?"

No response. Another eerily empty room.

"It was your fault, you know? You're the one who freaked out and attacked me."

"Shut up." She cried, placing a hand on her cold forehead, "Shut up, you're going crazy, Lyla."

"It should've been you."

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Isaac sighed, running a hand through his hair and staring up at a confused and wet Boyd, then over at Stiles, who was making sure Lydia was okay.

"What the hell happened?"

Stiles shook his head, running a hand over his mouth, "The motel, it's doing something to you guys. Or maybe it has to do with the sacrifices-"

"We have to find Scott and Allison." Lydia interrupted, dragging Stiles to the door, but Isaac stood quickly, "Wait, where's Lyla? She was in here showering last time I saw her." Lydia's face fell, "I'm not sure. She's staying in our room. But who knows, maybe she's not affected by it. The sacrifice only needs three werewolves."

Isaac shook his head nervously, "Any three. All five of us are being affected. Give me a flare!" Isaac approached Stiles, the boy stumbling to give him the last flare he had. "Is that the last one?"

"There's one more on the bus." Stiles swallowed thickly, watching as Isaac slipped into his shoes, "Go find Scott and Allison, I'll get Lyla. Go!" The two rushed out the door, Isaac following after them and splitting off in different directions.

"Lyla?" Isaac spoke, knocking gently on the door of her room. "Lyla, it's me, Isaac. Open up." He could hear her heartbeat through the door, and he quickly tried the locked doorknob, "Lyla! Open the door!"

"My fault."

His head perked up, eyes widening at the sound of the bed creaking, "My fault."

Isaac swallowed thickly, worry washing over him as he slammed the side of his body into the door, causing the wood to go flying in. His nervous eyes scattered around the room, before landing on Lyla, who sat at the end of the closest bed, a yellow tinted ring dagger in her hand, hovering over her neck. Isaac's eyes went wide at the wolfsbane smeared in the tip, a definite product of Allison's paranoia. "Lyla!"

"I killed her."

"Lyla, snap out of it." He mumbled, swiping her damp hair away from her face and placing a hand on her cheek, before reaching down and yanking the cap off the flare and attempting to light it. But just as it ignited, he was shoved harshly back against the ground, sending the flare to the floor. Lyla growled at him as she reached back up and began to try to dig the dagger into her neck with a cry. "Lyla!" Isaac gasped, lurching forward and yanking her claws away from her already bloodied neck, "Shit, shit, shit, shit." He whispered, holding her struggling hand away from her neck and reaching over for the lit flare on the now charred carpet.

Think fast on how to burn out the wolfsbane and wake her up, he held the flame against the open wound on her neck, the girl cried out in pain and stumbled back, falling off the bed. "Lyla." Isaac gasped, dropping to the floor and helping the shaking girl up. "What happened?"

Isaac shook his head, capping the flare to put it out and placing a hand at the back of her neck to draw her in for a hug, "You tried killing yourself."

"Why would I do that?" She mumbled, pulling away from him confused, staring down at her bloody fingertips. "Sacrifices, Darach, haunted motel. Who cares, let's just get the hell out of here." He mumbled, grabbing her bag and pulling her from her room and towards his. "We'll sleep on the bus."

"Boyd, pack your stuff. We're not staying here." Issac muttered, yanking his crewneck over his head and grabbing his duffel bag, Lyla watching nervously as the two boys emptied the room of their belongings. "You okay?" Boyd asked, approaching the shaking girl, still confused as to what happened and why she was missing a whole chunk of time in her memory. "I think. You?"

"No, when am I ever?" He muttered, moving to open the door just as a small explosion boomed outside, sending red light through the closed windows like the sun.

"What the hell?" Boyd grunted, swinging the door open and rushing to the railing, Isaac and Lyla following after him. On the ground in the parking lot, was Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison, the four of laying there watching as a fire a few feet from them dwindled out.

"Go." Isaac mumbled, placing a hand against Lyla's back and guiding her towards the stairs. "I'm not gonna ask." Isaac muttered to Scott, moving past the four and yanking open the bus door.

"Are you okay?" Lyla mumbled, helping Lydia off the floor, the girl shakily nodding, "I think so." Lydia bent over to help Stiles up, the group of teens all looking up at the motel. Lyla sighed, heavy eyelids drooping, "Dude, goodnight."

She trudged up the bus stairs, eyes catching Isaacs as he got comfortable on his seat. Lyla weakly smiled at him, tossing her bag on the floor and slipping into the seat behind Isaac and laying her head back against the window.

"Can I ask you something?"

Lyla's eyes shot up, where Isaac's head was just barely peaking up the top of the seat, "Sure."

"Y-you said something, while you were out of it. My fault. I killed her. W-What happened?" Isaac played with his fingers, nervously looking over the seat at Lyla, who was staring blankly at the window across from her.

She debated, telling him what happened. Telling him the truth, about why she was so paranoid about making friends, why her eyes were blue. And for a moment, she was going to. But when Boyd made his way onto the bus and slid himself into the seat across from Isaac, she shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it. Sorry."

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"I don't...want...to know." Lyla's eyes shot open, hand gripping the top of the seat and peering over the edge, watching as Coach shook his head at the front of the bus. "I really, don't wanna know. But in case you missed the announcement, the meets cancelled. So, we're heading home."

Lyla fell back against the seat with a yawn, "Thank god." She mumbled. "Pack it in. Pack it in!" Coach shouted, sliding into a seat and placing his head in his hands. Lyla rolled her eyes, standing from the seat with a stretch and sliding into the spot next to a yawning Isaac.

"Thank you." She mumbled, reaching up and grabbing the seat in front of them, placing her chin on her bicep to look at him, "For last night."

Isaac watched her, blue eyes scanning her face with a small smile before nodding, "You scared the hell outta me. You almost-" He sighed, rubbing his nose in frustration, "You almost did it. Don't know what I'd do without that disappointed look watching our every move."

Lyla smiled, a blush creeping up her cheeks, pulling her arms down to her lap and turning her gaze down to her fingernails, where blood from her possessed suicide attempt was still caked underneath.

"Stilinski!" The two looked up at Coach, who was staring angrily out the window of the bus as it pulled out of the motel parking lot. The man glared down at Stiles, "We'll discuss this when we get back."

Lyla giggled, leaning her head back against the seat and closing her eyes in hopes of more sleep.