Chapter 13 ✧Night Of The Living Dead✧

Mason seemed to be genuinely intrigued by my room. It wasn't anything fancy in any way, shape, or form, but Mason, after he'd helped me pick out something to wear tonight, had taken it upon himself to explore every inch of my fairly barren room. 

"You know, I don't think you invite me over nearly enough. I mean, is this really your brother?" Mason picked up a framed photo I had on my dresser of me and Isaac. It was a more recent photo seeing as it had been taken during my time in France this summer, when the two of us had been in front of the Eiffel tower.  Mason looked down at it and smiled. "I had no idea this is what the famous Isaac Lahey looked like. Do you by any chance have more pictures of him?" 

"Mason," I groaned, shivering at the thought of my best friend finding my brother hot. I quickly snatched the picture away from him before he could start drooling on my last living relative. 

"I'm kidding," Mason assured me as he turned to pick something else up. "Kind of." 

I had figured I wouldn't have to watch over Mason like a hawk, so I started putting away the clothes we'd gotten out but decided against. Apparently, I should've been more careful with my best friend. When I turned back to look at him, in his hands was the sketchbook I was keeping under my pillow. The pillow must've shifted, and, with Mason being the curious sweetheart he was, he must've picked it up. Luckily, Mason hadn't gotten around to opening it yet. 

"Hey, this is the sketchbook I got you for your birthday." Mason turned the book in his hands. He beamed down at it while I stood on the other side of the room, feeling like my heart had stopped completely. 

Slowly, I stepped towards him. Worry started to creep up my spine until it could breathe down my neck, making my hair stand on end. "Yeah, uh, can you give it back to me?" 

"Why?" Mason looked up at me, a half-frown tugging on his lips now. "I don't think you've shown me any of your drawings in a while." 

"I-I'm trying out a new technique," I explained hurriedly, hoping my rushed excuse was going to make sense. "I'm not sure if I like it, though. It's a work in progress, you know? But once I get it down, you-you'll be the first to know, okay?" 

Mason shrugged, handing back over the book. My heart didn't start beating again until it was in securely in my hands. I thought about all the obscure pictures I'd found in it, some random and creepy drawings I hadn't added into the pages. What would Mason have thought if he'd seen them? 

"Well, you look great to me, so I'm sure to a straight guy like Liam you'll look like a total knock out." Mason smirked. After the close call I'd just had, I couldn't quite muster up a smile yet. Mason didn't seem to notice, as he kept talking, his voice becoming quicker as he seemingly got more excited. "So, what do you say we get going? I told Liam we we're going to meet him there, and I really, really, don't want to be late." 

This time, I managed to smile. Mason began heading out of my room, and I quickly shoved my sketchbook into the drawer of my bedside table before following after him. 

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Mason and I met with Liam just outside of the night club, like we had planned. Liam greeted Mason with a high five and the me with a quick kiss on the cheek, clearing his throat loudly when Mason began to heckle us.

 As we walked towards the entrance of the club, I began feeling nervous, wiping my palms on my dress repeatedly so they wouldn't get too sweaty. I was so caught up in my nerves I probably wouldn't have noticed that Liam had fallen a few steps behind if Mason hadn't said something. 

"Can you put your phone away for five minutes?" Mason said over his shoulder to Liam. "Scott can howl if he needs you," He added jokingly. 

Liam did as his best friend wanted and slid his phone into his pocket. "I just feel like I should be doing something." 

"You are," Mason said in an almost urgent tone. He turned quickly and stopped in front of Liam, and I nearly tripped as I clumsily tried to follow his lead. Mason put his hands together as if he was praying and tapped them against Liams chest. "You're my wingman tonight. And considering the state of my dating life, I need a wingman, co-pilot, and a really hot flight attendant." 

"That's a lot of pressure on me." Liam looked passed Mason and to me. "I vote Charlotte for the really hot flight attendant." 

"You guys can fight over which ever job positions you want," Mason waved the subject away. "But look on the bright side of being here, you can get drunk." 

After Mason's miniature speech, we finally made it to the entrance so our night out could begin. Mason waited impatiently for the door to open as Liam and I stood behind him, swapping equally unsure glances with each other. 

The door swung open after a minute, and in a tight black stood the girl from our history class, Hayden Romero. After looking us over, Hayden turned her attention to Mason and frowned. Next to me, Liam let out a deep sigh that did nothing to ease my nerves. 

"You said you were bringing your best friend and her boyfriend. You didn't mention that the boyfriend was him." Hayden sneered, shooting a nasty side glance towards Liam. I was so stunned that I allowed the boyfriend comment just go over my head. 

"You said I could bring two people," Mason reminded her. I began wondering when Mason and Hayden had become close enough to have had this conversation in the first place. 

"I don't know if he qualifies as people." This time, Liam didn't even earn a nasty look from the bitter girl. 

"I'm his flight attendant," Liam interjected quickly. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and shake my head as Hayden threw hima confused look. 

"Wingman," I murmured to hi under my breath. 

"Right," Liam nodded at me quickly before turning back to Hayden. "Wingman. Whatever though, we don't have to go in." 

Before we could escape, Mason wrapped his arms around both of us and pulled us back. Not letting us go, our best friend turned to face Hayden once more. 

"Okay, look," Mason sighed as he loosened his grip on me to pull out his wallet. "How about me, plus Charlotte, plus Liam, plus fifty bucks?" 

Hayden looked at the money Mason was holding out to her before quickly snatching it away. Then, she took a step back so that the door could open widely for us to enter. With a tone distinctly lacking of enthusiasm, she said, "Welcome to Sinema." 

Almost as soon as we walked in, lights were flashing in my eyes. People everywhere were dancing, and it was almost impossible to escape some scene projecting onto you if you weren't on the dance floor. The music pounded so loudly around I felt as if it was physically shaking my body. 

Needless to say, I was completely out of my element. Luckily, Liam seemed to be a little uncomfortable, too. 

We followed Mason through the densely populated club. On various occasions, I made eye contact with sweaty scantly clad males and females on platforms as they danced, and each time I felt like I was definitely in the wrong place. 

"We don't look old enough to be here," Liam said loudly to Mason so he could be heard over the commotion around him. I completely agreed, seeing as the other girls around me made me feel like I looked like a ten year old. 

"Neither does he." Mason nodded his head towards someone in the club. 

I followed his gaze to see our frenemy, Brett Talbot. I was only slightly surprised to see him there, but as he expertly danced with a girl, I found it hard to picture him anywhere else.  

"So is this club mixed?" Liam asked in a voice that was slightly more quiet. 

"Ish," Mason shrugged, his eyes glued to Brett as he then turned to dance quiet sensually with a boy. 

I raised my eyes in amusement at the scene in front of us and turned to Liam. "I guess you really do learn something knew everyday." 

Mason eventually slipped away from us, leaving it to be just me and Liam. We decided against drinking seeing as Mason seemed to be drinking enough for all of us, and we were here to watch after him. Eventually, we made it out to the dance floor, surrounded by people we didn't know and I found myself actually enjoying myself, despite all my insecurities I'd felt when I'd first walked in.

 I was thankful, though, that Liam wasn't trying to dance as provocatively as the couple to our right. I was tempted to go find a condom for them, seeing as they looked like they were just about to need one, but I felt much more comfortable pretending as though they weren't there instead. 

After dancing for a while, both our bodies close together and moving much slower then the beat, I soon felt Liams lips against my neck. They didn't move at first, just pressed themselves down just below my ear, testing out the waters and waiting to see if I was going to react negatively. When I didn't Liam began moving his lips slowly downwards, gently peppering my now electrified skin with small kisses until they got to my collarbone. Seeing as we were taking things at a slow pace we were both comfortable with, Liam and I had never done anything much more then make out, but even though were were completely exposed and my sense felt like they were on fire, right now I was completely content. 

I hadn't realized my eyes had been closed until I let them flutter open. Through the crowd they found Mason who was happily taking shots with Brett. I didn't mean to, but I let out a small giggle as I watched one of my closest friends have a well-deserved good time. 

Upon hearing my laugh, Liam slowly pried his attention away from my neck so he could stand up straight and look at me, a crooked smile rightfully making it's mark on his pursed lips. "What are you laughing at?" 

Neither of us minding that I might've of just ruined our little moment, I gestured towards Mason. Liam turned just in time to see our friends clinking shot glasses with Brett and soon he too was letting out a small laugh. 

I continued to smile, but not just because of Mason. Even with the music shattering through the air around us, I could hear Liams distinct and utterly adorable laugh. I didn't hear it nearly enough, but it was one of my favorite sounds. It made me feel like the world was okay and not some wild supernatural playground, and once again I felt like my senses were on fire in the best way possibly. 

My hand subconsciously reached up, to Liams cheek. I put just enough pressure to make him turn his head back to me, and, with a smile, he didn't need any help guiding himself towards my face. But just before our lips touch, I felt him go rigid. 

I pulled away ever so slightly. "What's wrong?" 

Liam had a distant look on his face, an expression that was completely different to what it had been only seconds ago. "I-I don't know." 

Grabbing my hand, Liam quickly went over to where Brett was before pulling us both to the side. The urgent look on his face made me feel nervous for an entirely new reason. 

"No I-I didn't catch anything," Brett responded groggily after Liam had rushed throw asking him if he had just felt whatever it was that just happened. 

"No one else in here is like us?" Liam finally voice his worries. Suddenly, any chance of me having a good time was thrown out the window as I felt worried. Liam had gone rigid when he went in to kiss me. What if I was the thing that had him feeling like something was wrong? Could he sense that something was potentially very bad was happening to me? 

"I dunno, dude. Maybe. It's Beacon Hill. What's the difference." Brett murmured. His voice sounded distant to me now. 

"It felt different." Liam pressed on, looking up to a disconcerned Brett. 

My lungs felt like they had left my body, taking my heart beat with them. I stared at Liam with worry, praying that he wasn't going to figure out that something awful was happening to me. I didn't want to face it. I couldn't. 

"What do you mean?" Brett seemed to allow Liam his attention as he too seemed to look confused. 

"It felt off," Liam looked around the crowd. "It felt wrong." 

And just like that, my stomach felt like it was ready to explode. If it was me, Liam had just said I felt wrong. What was more heartbreaking then that? Could I really be that awful? I felt like I could just about burst into tears. I tried taking a deep breathe, but it didn't feel like their was any air around me. 

Liam melted into the crowd, probably trying to pick up on whatever it was that he had sensed before. I felt horribly relieved once he was out of my sight. 

A hand made contact with my arm, and I actually thought I felt my soul leave my body. I turned around quickly in shock to see that Brett was still there. 

"You're not looking so good, Charlotte," He noted. "Did you have something to drink that didn't agree with you?" 

"Must've," I muttered. That was a lot better then saying that I was losing my freaking mind and might be undergoing demonic possession or possibly something much, much worse. 

"Let's go sit down." 

Brett led me over to the couch, where we were met by Mason, who was so concentrated on someone in the crowd that I'm not sure he noticed me. I was completely fine with that. 

"Hey, uh, do you see that guy?" Mason asked sheepishly. "He keeps looking over here. Do you know him?" 

"Yeah, that's Lucas." Brett answered. 

As the two of them continued to talk, I found the chance to slip away. My stomach was still churning and suddenly my head was pounding, and not just because of the music anymore. My body felt like it had been set on fire, and I began pushing through the crowds in search of the bathroom. Best case scenario, I could splash some water in my face and I would cool down and feel a little better. Worst case scenario, I could lock myself in one of the bathroom stalls and have a supernatural breakdown. Either way, I wanted to get it done before Liam could make his way back to me. 

The people around me began to blur, and I found myself starting to stumble more then walk. I had no idea what had come over me but it was terrifying. I realized I could no longer actually hear the music, it was more of just a pounding in the back of my head. Once again, I found myself struggling to breath.

In my desperate struggle to steady myself once again, I fell onto a nearby body, causing them to spill what they had all over the ground. Quickly, I looked up to slur out an apology, but the words never made it past my lips. What little breathe was left in my lungs got caught in my throat. 

"Allison?" I choked out. 

It was impossible and I knew it but there, standing in front of me, was the huntress. Other then the unusually tight black outfit she had on, she looked exactly like I remembered. The lights of the club bounced off of her pale skin, her lips painted a bright shade of red, and her deep brown eyes looking at me with a mixture of care and concern that only Allison Argent could pull off. 

Then her lips moved, and speaking in a voice that was not at all hers, snapped at me. "What the hell are you talking about." 

My eyes began to blur, and I closed them tightly in an attempt to clear them once again. Quickly, and also rather desperately, I opened them to see Allison. But then, feeling like a bucket of ice cold water had just been tossed over me, I realized that the girl was not Allison at all, but instead Hayden. 

My mouth fell open, my dry lips struggling to make even the slightest of sounds. I had seen Allison. That had been to vivid and clear to just be a trick of the lights. But, then again, how could I have seen a person who was dead? 

Hayden hardly seemed to notice my mental deterioration as she seemed to be having her own crisis. Angrily, she looked at the vials on the floor that had spilled when the two of us collided. "Those cost ten dollars each, you know that?" 

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, but I doubt she even heard me. 

"The bartender isn't just going to refill them for me," She muttered angrily. 

If I wasn't already feeling a million other awful emotions, I would've felt guilty. "I didn't mean to, sorry. I-I got to go." 

Leaving an unhappy looking Hayden Romero, I began to hurry threw the crowd. This time, I wasn't trying to find the bathroom, though. I needed an exit. I wanted to get out, away from the insanity I was feeling. Something inside me told me I couldn't actually escape it. But I had to try. 

Unfortunately, just as I was making my way to the doors to leave, Scott and Kira were coming in, and the looks on their face told me something was very, very, wrong. 

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Wow okay I am so very very sorry for how long it took to update. This story has been so hard for me to write. I am so, so, sorry for the wait and I'll try to do better. Unfortunately, this story isn't one of my main priorities for the time being since I'm having so much trouble writing it. 

BUT ENOUGH WITH THAT, I NEED TO THANK YOU ALL FOR GETTING ME TO 4K FOLLOWERS!!!! I hit this mark about a month ago, but have been on hiatus so haven't been able to properly celebrate. So to celebrate, I have done two very exciting things. 

1) I started a character profile book (called Paradox) where I intriduce you to all of my chracters and give you vivid details about them (like their zodiac sign, Hogwarts house, favorite color, etc.) that I don't get to go into detail with all the time when I write their stories. It's a fun way to learn about them, and if you have a character you'd like to learn about from any of my books feel free to request them!! 

2) I started a social media book in a alternate universe with the actress (still played by my baby girl Danielle Campbell) that plays Charlotte Lahey. While the story is a Shawn Mendes fic, it does have a lot of fun things with the teen wolf cast and Charlotte's actress, along with little behind the scenes action of things that will happen in this book, so I thought you guys might be interested. 

Thanks for reading all of that! Now onto the traditional close of the chapter!

Question - What do you think of Charlotte seeing Allison?