𝟐𝟓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕

✯☾✯

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆. Jackson caught onto Erica and Isaac's plan to inject them, rendering the two paralysed on the floor as he left to stalk out his prey.

But, Lizzie and Scott didn't know that. They'd shoved their way through the crowd to continue their part of the plan.

Ducking under a garage door, Lizzie held tight onto Scott. A breeze of cool air kissed her freckled face, the pair jogging down a ramp before Scott pulled out his phone.

An approaching car, blaring headlights, blinding them, charged towards them. Scott only just managed to push Lizzie out the way before he was hit, leaving her yelling out to him.

A glamorous woman stepped out of the sleek black car, her expensive heels clicking along the ground. She stood menacingly over an unconscious Scott, kicking him slightly to make sure he was unresponsive.

Satisfied, she spun towards Lizzie. A malicious smile pulled out her lips.

"So, you're the pixie bitch my husband has been hiding from me." Victoria Argent spoke in cruel, callous tones, the very opposite to her daughter.

Lizzie pulled herself up from the ground. "Hiding?"

"Oh, yeah," Victoria's cold eyes lit up. "He knew I wouldn't like it. Him training you. Chris knows of my hatred towards creatures like you. What's he been teaching you, huh?"

Lizzie gulped, taking a step back from the woman. An action that only drew Victoria closer.

"All sorts i bet, but." Reaching into her pocket, Victoria brought Lizzie's attention to a syringe full of pale yellow liquid now in her hand. "He didn't tell you about this, did he, honey?"

In one swift movement, Victoria's arm shot out, fastening a grip on Lizzie's collar. With her free hand, she plunged the syringe into Lizzie's neck, piercing her skin.

Lizzie could feel the liquid injected into her, bombarding her veins, burning them. The sensation was weird and painful and her vision clouded into blurry shadows.

"Oh, honey, wolfsbane effects pixie's too."

Lizzie heard the woman's voice scattering in between an incessant ringing. And then, nothing.

✯☾✯

Isaac and Erica were already on edge, each staring quizzically at Jackson whom they'd tied up in a chair.

The door to the container, their makeshift prison, was flung open, crashing into the wall. The wolves turned, ready to attack.

"No, no, no! Just me, it's just me. Don't freak." Stiles threw his arms up as he entered, taken aback by the immediate aggression.

Stiles shut the door tight, side eyeing Isaac disdainfully. "He okay?"

He gestured to Jackson although he didn't sound concerned.

"Well, let's find out." Isaac practically strutted towards the boy, unsheathing his claws. He went attack the him or- do something Stiles wasn't aware of.

But, in the blink of an eye, Jackson, lids shut, caught the beta's arm with an extreme amount of strength. Isaac winced as his limb was twisted in a way it wasn't supposed to, struggling to yank himself free.

He cowered back beside Stiles, holding his broken wrist as he exhaled sharply.

"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles instructed, his voice echoing through the container.

"I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out." Isaac strained grimly.

"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're gonna get." Stiles shot back, keeping aware of the danger.

"So, let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight."

"I'm here." Jackson's voice was distorted. His eyes were now open but, there was nothing behind them, only mindless emptiness.

"I'm right here with you."

✯☾✯

When Lizzie entered the wonder that was consciousness, she was met with the harsh street lamps and searing pounding in her head. She was sprawled along the damp ground, exactly where she was before.

Only, Scott was gone. It took her second to solve the puzzle but she'd pushed herself off the ground quickly.

She needed to get someone. Some help. Victoria had Scott. And she had wolfsbane.

Vaguely, Lizzie remembered Stiles mentioning a storage container they were going to use to harbour Jackson. Somewhere on the outskirts of the property.

So, she began to follow the map she'd created in her head which lead her just where Stiles had said.

A clang sounded near by as she rounded a corner. Low, frantic whispers filled the air. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted movement. Three people. Pressed up against the outside of one of the containers.

Lizzie began to approach but an inhumane feature stormed out of the container, leaving a kanima shaped whole in the side. It darted off into the night, leaving a trail of slimy substance behind.

It didn't long for Isaac to spot the girl he was doting on, standing bashfully behind a container.

His feet acted faster than his brain as he beat Stiles to Lizzie. Hands moved to cup her face as if it was instinct.

A desiring spark ignited inside him like it did every time he touched her.

"You're bleeding." He stated firmly. Lizzie blinked at him, slightly delirious.

"Scott- he- Miss Argent, I don't know-I-"

"Lizzie, why are you bleeding?" Isaac's thumb shifted to her forehead, carefully dragging it over the small gash stretching across the skin.

"Scott, it's Scott. Where-" Lizzie was stuttering beyond her control, unable to form sentences.

Isaac did his best to calm her down, pulling him into his chest and holding her against him whilst shooting concerned looks to Stiles and Erica behind him.

Stiles shook his head, beginning to intervene and pry Isaac off the girl.

"Lizzie," He gripped her shoulders. "What happened to Scott?"

"Allison's mom- she." Lizzie felt a swelling panic rising within her for the second time tonight. Stiles was restless, shifting uncomfortably.

"Someone- I need to find the girl." Stiles released Lizzie, looking around desperately. "Shit."

He frowned regretfully at the hyperventilating girl. "I'm so sorry."

Although this was the last thing he wanted to do, he grasped Lizzie's hand and tugged her with him, back into the rave.

The crowd pulsed around them, limbs flying out everywhere as Stiles fought his way through. For Lizzie, it felt as if everything was collapsing, pushing her over the edge.

The blood pounded in her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest, her hands shook, her feet tingled, her vision disfigured, like she was looking through a fish-eye lens. It was almost as if she had no control over her body, leaving her stranded within a dark hole that engulfed her mind.

Stiles visibly winced every time he turned back to see his friend's disorientated state. No matter how many times he squinted threw the crowd, he didn't once spot the girl he predicted was Jackson's next victim.

He flew out the back entrance, Lizzie breathing thankfully in the fresh air, muttering to herself. Lizzie's hand slipped out of his as she steadied herself, leaving the spastic boy to dash down the stairs and towards his jeep parked a few feet away.

Derek jogged up to him from behind, exhausted and confused.

"Hey, um," Stiles started, waving his hands about. "So, we kind of lost Jackson inside but it's..."

He trailed off, unsure, everyone's attention being turned to Isaac and Erica who exited the rave themselves.

The grey circle of mountain ash Stiles had created stopped the three supernatural from going any further.

Stiles gasped delightedly at his success, uttering incomprehensible joyful exclamations under his breath. Isaac squatted down by the ash, inspecting it.

"Oh my God! It's working. Oh, this is- yes! I did something."

Derek was breathing heavily, a distant look in his eyes. "Scott?"

"What?" Stiles questioned.

"Break it." Derek gestured to the invisible barrier.

"What? No way."

"Scott's dying!"

Stiles' proud expression dropped. "Okay, what? How do you know that?"

"Oh, my God, Stiles, I just know! Break it!" Derek's yell forced Stiles to obey his command and he bent down the swipe a gap through the ash.

"Lizzie,"

Isaac spoke her name ever so softly as he slowly approached her. A nervous shiver slivered around her spine. The colour in her face had drained scarily, leaving her a pale and shaky mess.

"Lizzie," He repeated. He moved cautiously so he wouldn't startle her and forced her hands apart since she was consistently rubbing them together.

His touch seemed to snap her out of her agitated predicament. Her own hand twitched, taking a hold of Isaac's wrist.

"I'm okay," She drew a hearty smile to her lips. "Are you?"

The wolf pulled her as close as he dared, the need to be close to her slightly controlling his actions. "Of course I am. It's you I'm worried about."

"I'm always okay, Zach." She innocently batted her dainty eyelashes up at the boy, causing him to breath out sharply and turn away.

It was times likes these, when she unknowingly did stuff like that that made being on the opposite side to her even more difficult.

"You never need to worry about me."

Isaac frowned. He wasn't sure if she was reassuring him or herself. Either way, he felt his stomach drop as she stepped past him, moving towards a forlorn looking Stiles.

"I'm sorry," The Stilinski boy stared down at his feet, and if you were to listened carefully, you'd hear his voice crack ever so slightly. "I knew you were already overwhelmed but I still dragged you with me. I- that was so stupid."

Lizzie couldn't help but shake her head. "What are you on about, hm?"

Stiles didn't have the chance to become confused as he was wrapped into a warm hug which he returned. Hiding his face in her lavender scented hair, he held onto this moment as tightly as he did her. It was special moment.

Mostly because it was an important bonding instant between the pair of the best friends, but also because Lizzie's hugs were elite.

He pulled away, happier, taking a deep breath. "Let's get out of here."

Lizzie nodded willingly, turning back to wave and smile adoringly at Isaac before she followed Stiles to his jeep.

✯☾✯

"But, in the books, Elena was actually meant to end up with Stefan." Lizzie narrowed her eyes playfully, challenging Boyd's opinion.

Boyd tapped on the counter, the sweet smell of popcorn surrounding the both of them. "That may be so but, I think she had better chemistry overall with Damon."

Lizzie's jaw fell slack. "You take that back, stupid."

Boyd chuckled lightly, pushing his money along the counter and swapping it for two boxes of popcorn. "Stupid? Is that the best insult you can come up with?"

Sticking her tongue out, Lizzie nudged Boyd's arm and he yelped, moving away from her so she wouldn't 'hurt the popcorn'.

The pair fell into step beside eachother, proceeding through the groups of people and towards the entrance to one of the movie theatres.

"Hey, haven't you already watched this?" Boyd questioned, tossing a piece of popcorn into the air and catching it skilfully in his mouth.

Lizzie glanced up to the taller boy, attempting to copy him but failing miserably. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

They approached the door with an illuminate sign SCREEN THREE: CAPTAIN AMERICA, THE FIRST AVENGER hung above it, Boyd kicking it open for the both them to pass through.

"Isaac said." He stated simply. The room was dark so the pixie and wolf found it particularly difficult to navigate their way to their seats but it did hide the blush creeping onto Lizzie's cheeks.

"He did?" She squeaked out in pitch higher than her usual octave.

Boyd flopped down into his seat, scoffing. "He talks about you a lot, Iz."

Iz. A nickname Boyd had stolen from their favourite curly head.

"I-" Was all Lizzie managed to say.

"And you spend a good amount of time yapping about him and how cute he is." Boyd pointed out, setting his popcorn on the arm of his seat.

"That- that is because he is undeniably adorable." Lizzie grinned, speaking without shame.

"Funny. He says the same thing about you." Boyd quipped haughtily.

The gushing girl sat up straighter. "He does?"

Boyd groaned, rolling his eyes. "You make me sick."

Lizzie giggled to herself, resting her head on Boyd's shoulder as the movie began to play.

✯☾✯

The moon hung low in the dark sky, gazing around in all it's glory as a bumbling boy stumbled out of his jeep and retrieved an unusually large present from the trunk.

He treaded carefully up the long driveway which led up to a huge house, one he and his dad could never even dream of.

Stopping in his tracks, he craned his neck around the gift he only just managed to keep secure in his arms. "Lizzie?"

Lizzie stood from her position sat on the stone door step and waved meekly.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Stiles asked incredulously.

Lizzie brushed herself off bashfully. "I- i was waiting for someone else to get here. I was too scared to ring the doorbell on my own."

Raising his eyebrows, Stiles sidled past Lizzie and rung the doorbell himself.

Lydia Martin was quick to answer with tray of drinks in hand and some glorious looing eye liner.

"Happy birthday!" Stiles grinned cheerily at the redhead. "Yeah!"

Lizzie jumped up from behind Stiles, for the huge present blocked her view, using his shoulders to steady her.

"Happy birthday! Happy birthday!"

"We're coming in."

✯☾✯

The party was in full swing. Well, actually, that was lie. Lydia's house was desolate, loud pop music blared for no one to dance to. It was unusual.

Lydia's birthday party was usually the highlight of everyone's year and it was rare for it not to end with someone being arrested. Now, it seemed that atmosphere was concerningly similar to Greenburg's bar mitzva.

Lizzie sipped happily on her punch through a pink straw she'd very kindly requested from Lydia, waddling along behind Scott and Stiles.

"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?"

"No. Seen Allison?"

"No, but we should probably tell her what we found." Scott paused. "I'm still not sure what exactly we found."

"I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team. The way the kanima reacted around the pool." Stiles quickly refreshed Scott's memory.

"So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?" Scott caught on, nodding along.

"Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean who are we missing, who haven't we thought of."

Lizzie distanced her mouth from her straw. "Hey, i have a theory."

The boys internally groaned.

"What if- you know, mermaids were involved?"

It took all Scott and Stiles' strength to not laugh out loud as they knew the girl was being totally serious.

Scott smiled at her almost patronisingly. "I don't think so, L."

Lizzie didn't seem too disheartened about the shut down of her idea, shrugging to herself and beginning to sing the lyrics to the theme tune of H20 Just Add Water to herself quietly.

Awkwardness bled through the air when Allison approached, sharing a brief nod with her boyfriend.

"Uh, Jackson's not here." She practically whispered.

"Yeah, no ones here." Stiles realized, quizzically surveying their surroundings.

"Maybe, it's just early." Scott optimised.

But, more lines added themselves to Stiles' creased forehead. "Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack job."

The group cast empathetic looks to a lonely Lydia who stood awaiting her non-existent guests.

"Well, we have to do something because we've completely ignored her for that past two weeks." Allison spoke affirmatively, straightening up.

"She's completely ignored Stiles for that past ten years." Scott argued, in his opinion, Lydia's satisfaction was very far down on his to-do list.

"I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet." Stiles excused the heartlessness of his crush faster than he'd ever excused anyone.

Scott ignored him. "We don't owe her a party."

"What about the chance to get back to normal?"

"Normal?"

"She wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us." Allison pushed. Lizzie nodded in agreement, completely on Allison's side. Maybe this would make up for the crappy birthday present she'd scavenged for her.

Scott gave in, how could he not? His hero complex was too strong for his own good. "I guess i could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going." Stiles added. "Like, really going."

"Me too." Lizzie piped up. She had no one in mind, she just wanted to be apart of the master plan.

"People who aren't your brothers?" Stiles asked, unconvinced.

"Uh no."

"Right," Stiles heaved out a sigh. "Lizzie, why don't you go find the snack table, okay?"

Lizzie followed the boy's orders like an obedient dog and took to wandering the halls of the Martin household.

Her eyes lit up and she marvelled at all the expensive items scattered around the place. Items that probably cost more than Lizzie herself.

She took another long gulp of her punch as she daintily skimmed the pads of her fingers along a pearly white china set.

"Lizzie."

The girl froze, the voice sending painful memories swimming wildly and resurfacing in her mind. Her body moved against her will, shakily turning at the sound.

A woman stood, old clothing draped over her bodice, dark eye bags cutting deep into her sickly, white skin. Her dark hair was matted and uncared for just as the rest of her looked.

"Mom?" Lizzie croaked out. She pressed a hand to her chest, fingers splayed wide. A sudden, audible inhalation was sucked in.

The world spun rhythmically and the sound of music diminished. Lizzie let out a broken cry as she started to advance towards the woman.

"Don't come any further." Amelia Brown shrieked. She held out her hand in front of her, a look of terror in her eyes.

All forms of speech escaped Lizzie, she pressed her trembling fingers to her gaping mouth.

"You did this." Amelia spoke quietly at first. "You did this!"

She gestured to herself, a cloud of undeniable hatred surrounded her. "You ruined me, Elizabeth."

Lizzie shook her head, overwhelmed and showered with returning guilt. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.

"You're dead." Lizzie sobbed, tears she didn't even know had formed dripped tauntingly from her eyes, slowly rolling down her face.

"And who's fault is that? It wasn't mine, I'll tell you that." Amelia sneered, not a hint of the kindness she once carried so proudly anywhere about her.

Nothing was making sense, the pixie girl's head was spinning. She scrunched it into her shoulders, swallowing excessively. Her mind was a muffled mass of misperception, a rattled haze in her brain.

"Look at you. You're still trying and for what? Because you made friends?" The woman paused to release a goading laugh. Lizzie examined her through glazed eyes. It was her mother stood there in front of her, but not the beautiful soul of the woman that left her five years ago.

"Oh, please, Lizzie. They are not you're friends. You're letting me down, sweetie."

The younger girl's chest tightened suffocating as she hid her face in her hands.

"You know you're not cut out for this world. You know that. That's why you tried to leave last year. You tried and you failed. You failed."

Lizzie found herself whispering rapid, feverous apologies for her failures. Her failures that haunted her, followed her, stalked her every movement and every word.

Lizzie peaked through her fingers, waiting for her mother to lash out at her further. But, she wasn't there.

In her place were arriving, bustling party goers drinking and laughing together. Lizzie uncovered her face, blinking rapidly, her gaze jumping in and out of focus.

Even though she stood in a hallway, an echoing chamber of life crammed full of people, she felt completely and utterly alone.

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words can't describe how much i hate writing sad lizzie scenes. but, unfortunately there are many more to come and it's gonna kill me.

thank you so much for reading!!