𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘
𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍
☽𓋼𓍊𓋼☾

Lyla slammed her shoulder against the door as hard as she could, gasping as the wood flew open and she stumbled inside. Her eyes flickered around the dark room, before landing on Isaac, who was lying on the ground in the fetal position, shaking uncontrollably. "Isaac?" She dropped to the floor, reaching out to placed a hand on his cheek, yanking her hand back with a hiss at his icy skin. "Oh, my God. Isaac!" She cupped his cheeks, tears forming in her eyes as she attempted to figure out what the hell happened.

Without thinking it over, she brought her palm down harshly against his cheek, eyes wide as the boy didn't budge from his trance. "Isaac! Heal!" She cried, bringing her flat palm down against his cheek again. She sighed in relief as he looked up at her with glowing yellow eyes, before scrambling away from her to press his back against the side of her bed. "Did you see them?" He whispered, tears falling slowly down his cheeks.

Lyla shook her head in confusion, sitting on her knees in front of him and taking ahold of his wrists, "See who, Isaac?"

"There were five of them." He sobbed, tears of her own forming at the sight of the distraught boy, "They w-wore black. I couldn't-I couldn't s-see their faces. They were covered." Lyla licked her dry lips, "Covered? Like masks?"

He nodded weakly, "One of them, I could see his eyes. They were greenish-yellow, like, like a firefly." Lyla reached up to his face, placing her palms against his cheeks and wiping the tears away softly, "Okay. Okay, come here." She mumbled, pulling him into her chest gently. "It was so scary."

Lyla bit her lip, pulling away from the boy slowly to not trigger a panic, "I'm gonna call Argent."

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"It doesn't look like your alarm system was triggered." Argent muttered, him and Allison checking both of her locked windows. Lyla sighed, rubbing Isaac's back soothingly, "No, no it didn't go off. No one broke in, I-I don't know how they could've gotten in."

"Explain it to me again." He says, turning to Isaac. "I was looking through the bestiary, and then- then the lights went out. And five, dark figures with glowing eyes just appeared." He shook his head, rubbing his face with his hands, "It's like they appeared out of the shadows."

She watched as Argent paused, the blonde girl sending a confused glance at Allison, who looked back at her father. "Dad? Do you know what that means?" The man stood silently for a moment, before shaking his head gently, "I-I'm not sure."

Lyla bit her lip, glancing down as Isaac reached for her hand that sat atop his thigh, placing his shaky hand on top of hers. "Listen, I need the three of you to keep this quiet for a few hours." Lyla furrowed her brows, looking up at the man as Isaac sniffed. "Keep it from everyone?"

"Just for 24 hours. That's all I ask."

"They could've killed him, dad." Allison stepped forward to stand in front of her father, the man nodding. "But they didn't. Just 24 hours. I just want to check something out before we jump to conclusions."

Lyla swallowed thickly and nodded, blindly trusting the older mans wise judgement "Okay."

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"This is absolutely ridiculous. Why are we here?" Lyla complained as they reached the top floor of Derek's complex. "Because Scott and the others are gonna be here and I think it's a better idea that we're all together." Allison muttered, scratching the back of her neck as they came to a stop in front of Derek's loft door.

"This is so stupid, we have so many other things to worry about. Tell me you don't think this is stupid." She looked up at Isaac with raised eyebrows, placing her hands on her hips. Isaac bit his lip nervously, glancing between the two girls before shrugging, "I kinda agree with Allison. It's better that we're all together."

Lylas arms fell to her sides, face falling as he slid the lift door open, revealing a sea of dancing and glowing teenagers. "Yeah. All together. Where we can all be attacked at the same time, like a heard of cows being prepared for slaughter." Lyla rolled her eyes, running a hand through her styled hair. "Great idea." She huffed, "Happy frickin Halloween."

With that, she slipped between Allison and Isaac and stomped down the stairs into the crowd of people. They were drunk and pushy and smelled like sweat, and god, she didn't want to be here. They should've told Scott the moment those things attacked.

But here she was, standing in the middle of Danny's black light party, trying desperately to not let the fact that Isaac sided with Allison hurt her feelings.

Lyla winced as she looked out over the crowd, dancing teens grinding on each other in drunken hazes, not to remember a thing in the morning.

Lyla had never been drunk, obviously, she'd been a werewolf her whole life. She never really craved the feeling of not having control over your body or mind. But with everything going on, a fucking buzz would be nice. Anything to help her forget about it.

Her eyes landed on Stiles, who was frantically speaking with Scott. She chuckled at his chaotic hand movements, rolling her eyes as she turned to look at the crowd surrounding the drink table.

"We still have a few hours, remember?"

Lylas brows furrowed as she tuned into a conversation, turning around to watch as Isaac spoke to Allison over the music.

Allison, although probably her best friend, was beautiful. Stunning, actually. And based on her chemo signals, still had some kind of hidden feelings for Isaac. Which she hated, especially after Lyla heard about her secret sex dream about him. And it set something off in Lyla. Something primal. Something, angry. She felt...jealous. Quickly, she made her way through the crowd of people up to the two.

"I don't like keeping secrets from Scott." Isaac spoke, eyes scattering over the crowd of drunk teens in search of his girlfriend, or Scott.

"Good thing we'll only have to keep this a secret until later. Scott will be told eventually." She said, stepping to the right of Isaac, the boy smirking at the smell of her jealousy.

"I'm gonna go find Lydia." Allison smiled at Lyla, the blonde girl sending her a smile that fell the moment she turned her back to the couple. "Are you...jealous?" Isaac teases, pressing a hand against the small of her back. Idiot.

Lyla rolled her eyes, sending him a sarcastic smile before walking over to the body painting table. If she's gonna be at this stupid party, might as well make the most of it.

"You're sexy when you're jealous." Isaac whispered into her ear, hands grasping her hips tightly. Lyla ignored her sexual frustration and jealousy, grabbing a paint brush from the table and turning to face him.

"Do you wanna keep talking about my feelings? Or-" She placed the dry paintbrush in her mouth, her teeth shining brightly under the UV lamps as she tore the black long sleeve over her head to reveal the now now glowing neon purple bra underneath. She smiled up at him, tossing the material to the side and taking a step closer to him, "Do you wanna paint my body?"

She didn't know where the sudden confidence came from. She was barely able to get naked in front of the mirror, and now she's standing in just a bra and a skirt in front of not only dozens of her peers, but her friends as well.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I wanna paint your body." Isaac smiled, grabbing the paint brush from her and leaning over her to dip the brush in the glowing green paint behind her.

The paint was cold against her skin, eliciting a sharp gasp from Lyla as he dragged the brush from her neck to her shoulder, and over her cleavage in intricate swirls.

Isaac smiled in joy as he painted her, sticking a different brush in different colors and painting different swirls, polka dots, a couple hearts, even the letter I on her stomach, and a couple flowers on her upper thighs. He moved to her face, placing small, intricate swipes up her neck leading into her cheeks, before swiping the pink paint over her bottom lip, causing Lyla to gasp.

"Turn around." He whispered in her ear, shivers running down her spine as she turned to face the wall, giggling at the sensation of the pink paint he was using swirling against the bottom of her spine. "Okay." She shivered, smiling up at him as she snatched the brush from his hands, "My turn."

Isaac smirked, reaching up and peeling his t-shirt off in the most sexually antagonizing way possible, Lyla practically drooling as he tossed it to the side, the fabric landing close to hers in the corner.

With a content sigh, she turned around and dipped the brush into the orange paint, standing as tall as she could to reach his face. He was a monster, Isaac Lahey was, in all the good ways.

She hummed when his hands grasped her hips, bending down slightly so she had better access to his face, but before she could drag the paint across his skin, he placed a soft kiss against her lips. The sound of the thumping music and laughing teens drowning out for just a moment before he pulled away.

"Paint me like one of your French gir-ow." Isaac laughed as she pinched his skin, rolling her eyes as she dragged the paint down from his forehead to his chin in naturally falling swirls, which led down his neck and onto the top of his chest.

Her left hand steadied herself against his chest, nails digging lightly into the skin as she concentrated on creating a masterpiece on, well, another masterpiece.

"You're killing me."

"Deal with it." Lyla teased, looking up at him through her lashes before bringing the brush back up to his face, creating more fun swipes, curls and swirls around his chest and neck.

"Okay, we're dancing now." Isaac smiled, taking the brush from her and guiding her into the crowd of teens. Her senses had now kicked into overdrive being in the middle of so many people, base pumping and elbows digging into sides.

"Hey," Isaac whispered, hands softly guiding her arms up and around his neck, "Tune 'em out."

She swallowed thickly, grasping his neck tightly and averting her eyes to his. The base was now a soft whisper in her ears, the feelings of bodies stumbling and dancing no longer a point of focus as he smiled down at her, moving their bodies naturally with the beat of the music.

Lyla smiled at him, giggling as he moved her away from him and slowly spun her around, pressing her back against his front and swaying to the side, hands clasped together at their sides. Despite already being together, the tension between the two in that moment, was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Isaac turned her back around, placing his forehead against hers, fingers dragging up the sides of her arms in feather like touches, goosebumps rising on her skin as she smiled up at him through her lashes.

He smiled back at her, nudging her arms up at her elbows. She reached up, hands slotting perfectly in the dip between his neck and shoulder as they swayed back and forth to the music.

His skin was warm; burning almost. Not sweaty, just warm, enticing. Isaac straightened his neck out, grabbing her hands and turning her back around, her arms now crossed across her chest, fingers still latched to his.

Isaac placed his chin in the dip of her neck, placing a feather like kiss against the skin, before placing another on her ear, "I've only got eyes for you."

His breath sent shivers down her spine, eliciting a rush through her body, stopping between her legs.

She smiled bashfully, tilting her head down to hide her smile. She could feel eyes on her, could feel Allison's watchful gaze. She couldn't control it; her next move. Lyla spun to face him, grabbing his cheeks and slamming her lips against his feverishly.

He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and bending his neck down to allow easier access for her. Lyla moved her hands from his cheeks to his hair, tugging the curls lightly and smirking into the kiss when he moaned lowly.

Isaac pulled away reluctantly, grabbing her hand and tugging her in the direction of the loft bathroom, pushing drunk teens out of the way. She laughed loudly, adrenaline pumping through her veins as he turned the light on and closed the door, pressing her back against the wood as he attacked her neck with kisses and bites.

"Isaac." Lyla moaned, pushing her hands against his chest to move his back against the sink, attaching her teeth to the skin of his neck, Isaac dropping his head back to allow her more access. She smiled at his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, smudges of pink from the paint on her lips no longer glowing under the black light, but instead a pretty, hot pink pigment scattered around his lips and neck. A burst of pride filled her chest, knowing she had this tall, gorgeous werewolf turning to putty under her freshly painted red fingernails. Feverishly, her fingers worked his jean button and zipper, undoing both before moving to kiss his neck.

In her lust, she grasped the curls at the nape of his neck, eyes flickering to the mirror behind him when he moaned. With furrowed brows, her eyes caught something black behind his ear. She pulled away from him, shaking her head when he groaned and gripped her waist, silently telling her to keep going.

"Hey, what is that." She whispered, moving his ear forward to see what it was in the reflection of the mirror. "What's what?" Isaac sighed in frustration, eyes flickering down to the confused girl. "This." She mumbled, turning him towards the mirror and moving his ear forward so he could see it.

"Right there. Do you see that?" Her eyes moved from their reflection to his skin, tracing her finger over the marking. It looked like a fresh tattoo, in the shape of a backwards 5. "What the hell is that?" She worried, looking at the ink in his flesh. "Wait." He shushed her, placing a hand on her wrist, "Do you hear that?"

The girl stopped, tuning back into the sounds around them. She could hear faint shivering and a speeding heartbeat. "Is that from in here?"

Isaac nodded, standing up straight and looking over the ice and kegs in the corner. Lyla mirrored him, eyes catching Ethan, who was laying in the corner, eyes open but unresponsive and softly shivering.

"What the hell?" She gasped, moving over to him quickly, both teens moving the kegs out of the way to reach the boy. "Ethan. Ethan!" Lyla slapped the boys cheek, attempting to get him to snap out of his coma like state. Isaac moved Lyla's hand, grabbing his wrist tightly, "What are you doing?" Lyla looked over at him, eyes wide as Isaac sighed, "We gotta trigger his healing."

Lyla winced as he snapped Ethan's wrist, the sickening crunch of bones echoing around the small room. Ethan's eyes began glowing red, a roar of pain escaping him as he snapped from his trance. When Ethans roar died out, his body went limp again, now going in and out of consciousness.

"Okay, let's get him up." Isaac grunted, but Lyla placed a hand on his bicep, "Hold on," She was curious. Isaac was in the same trance like state earlier when he was attacked by those things. Maybe, Ethan had the same mark as Isaac; she hoped she was wrong.

She reached out, grasping his jaw and pushing his head to the side to glance behind his ear. and right there, etched into his skin, was a black, backwards 5.

"It's the same." Lyla muttered, looking up at Isaac, "It's the exact same."

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Lyla and Isaac halted to a stop when they reached the loft floor, where the party once was alive and thumping, was now almost empty of the partying teens, spare Aiden, Allison and Derek. Shit, he's not gonna be happy. Lylas breath hitched in her throat at the sight of multiple masked figures standing in the room, much like Isaacs description of what attacked him.

Scott and Kira appeared, both coming to a halting stop at the sight of the dark figures.

The group of them turned in sync towards Aiden, the boys' eyes going wide. "Guys, they're all looking at me." Lylas grip on Ethan tightened, attempting to hold him up as the figures took a step towards Aiden. "Why are they all looking at me?"

"Guys?" He shouted when they stepped closer, both Derek and Scott charging at the mysterious figures. Lyla winced as the two began attempting to fight them, painfully losing as the figures threw Derek back. The man growled, jumping up at one of the figures and snapping its neck. But it had no effect on him, the figure turning back towards Derek and throwing him back against the wall. At the same time, Scott attempted to avoid their blows, but failed when one of them caught him and threw him back as well.

The figures turned back to Aiden calmly in sync, Isaac quickly throwing Ethan's arm off his shoulder and approaching them with claws extracted.

"Oh, jeez." Lyla gasped, attempting to not drop Ethan at the sudden increase in weight, wrapping the weak boys arms around her neck.

Her heartbeat began picking up as the dark figure turned to her boyfriend. Although wearing masks, it sent a look at Isaac that sent a shiver even up Lylas neck.

It reached into it's chest, pulling out a large sword and twirling it around his hand, before swinging it around its head intricately. Isaac paused, taking a few nervous steps back towards Lyla and Ethan, who was now fading back into full consciousness as he held tightly to Lyla.

The figures turned back towards Aiden, taking another step towards him. Lyla couldn't fathom what the hell they could want. Why the markings? Why them? Why did it always have to be them?

"Somebody do something!" Allison cried out, standing back as far as she could from the dangerous interaction.

The figures were now completely surrounding Aiden, one of them grabbing Aidens head. A few seconds later, Aiden was falling limp to the floor, shaking in fear and breathing heavily.

They turned back to Scott and Kira, the boy growling at the figures threateningly. Lyla turned her attention to Isaac, the boy worriedly watching as they sent a threatening look at Scott.

Lyla felt a hand grasp her neck, and she swung around, letting go of the now fully conscious Ethan. She gasped at the large figure standing in front of her, unable to fight for herself before he grabbed her neck again.

It stung, like a bee almost, but 10x worse. Flashes of her life crossed her mind, traumatic events, happy moments. Visions of laughing with Allison and Lydia in her room, joking with Stiles, being with Isaac. Visions of her mother, of killing Enid, her old pack being slaughtered. It hurt. It hurt so much. She could feel the emptiness of the figures soul, devoid of any life or emotion as its glowing yellow eyes started directly through her.

In an instant, she was falling back into the floor as the figure disappeared to join the others in the middle of the loft. She couldn't control the shaking of her body, the pain, the hurt and torment. She was hot but freezing at the same time. Scared but content.

"Lyla!" Isaac dropped down next to her, grasping her shivering frame in his arms, "C'mon." His voice cracked, wincing as he grabbed her wrist. He did not want to hurt her, but he couldn't think of any other way to snap her out of the painful trance. The crunch of her bone was sickening in his ears as he snapped it, the girls eyes shooting open, revealing a beautiful blue as she roared in pain.

Isaac sighed, dropping his head on top of hers as the sound of her bones healing and her heart steadying echoed in his ears. Slowly, he helped to to her feet, keeping his hands tightly around her, "Are you okay?" He whispered, and she nodded shakily as he wiped the tears away from her cheeks. She sucked in a deep breath, looking back at the group, knees weak as he held her up. She swallowed thickly, reaching up shakily and pressing her fingers against the raised skin behind her ear.

Before Scott or Derek could attack the figures, the sun peaked over the buildings and into the loft, right onto them. And in the blink of an eye, they were all gone into a fading cloud of smoke.

Ethan, now with full consciousness ran over to his twin, "What the hell were those things?" Scott panted, Lyla and Isaac looking over to a frightened Allison.

Isaacs lip twitched at the girl, "Your dads 24 hours are up."