Kelsey's POV

Yawning loudly, I sat back in my chair stretching just as the final bell rang. Oh, sweet freedom. Gathering my stuff carefully, I got up and joined the stream of students who were all rushing to the exit. I overheard a few people complaining about how long the day was for them, and how they were excited to leave and get ready for whatever party they were headed to.

I tuned out at the mention of a party. After what happened at the last party, I can't help but inwardly cringe at the word 'party'. It's probably best if I just avoid parties altogether at this point and just stay hanging out with Scott and Stiles.

With everything that's happened, I think I need a break from drama and go back to the basics which was hanging out with my brother and our best friend. Kind of like last night. After that Barrow mess and having that awkwardly vague interrogation with my dad, the three of us hung out afterwards. Well, Scott dozed off, so I guess Stiles and I hung out afterwards talking and playing video games together.

It's always nice hanging out with them, especially Stiles. When I hang out with him, it's always so relaxed and I don't find my anxiety going all over the place. Not to mention, Stiles was hilarious. It's like everything is back to normal, it feels like the Alpha pack didn't happen, or the darach or Isaac and I. It's because of the feeling of freedom and being able to revert to a better place that I was excited to jet off and hang out with him and my brother of course.

Pulling my keys from my pocket, I hopped onto my motorbike with my mind already on whether to order Chinese or Mexican for later when a hand touched my shoulder. Catching the Hugo Boss aftershave and the smell of peppermint, I instantly knew who was behind me before they even spoke.

"Kelsey, can we talk please?"

"Can't, I've got to be somewhere," I didn't bother looking back, and focused on getting ready to ride off. I'm not ready to deal with one of my many issues right now, maybe after another week.

"It won't take five minutes," Jake pressed, removing his hand from my shoulder. He released a frustrated sigh. "You know you can't avoid me forever, right?"

"Who said I'm avoiding you?" I counter in denial, as I felt myself becoming defensive and borderline feisty. Turning my head to face him, I noticed the sad and frustrated look on his face. Just seeing his face made my stomach drop, all the fire that was building up instantly extinguished.

"No one has to declare it, it's pretty obvious. The way you cut me off in the hallway, the way you've been running off every time I see you or come close and the way you haven't looked me in the eye all day," His jaw clenched, as he looked to the ground. His hands casually sat in his pockets.

There was a short silence between us as he waited for me to answer, while I sat on my bike unsure of what to say. I guess I failed in hiding the fact that I was avoiding him. But then again, how could I hide it? We go to the same school and are almost in all the same classes for crying out loud.

I sighed heavily, watching him as he watched me. Opening my mouth, I searched for the words to comfort him or at least make him feel better just when a gust of wind flew past us.

Taking a step closer, he brought a hand from his pocket to remove the stray strands that decided to cover my face before placing them behind my ear. He scanned my features, before whispering: "Did I do something wrong? Something to make you mad? Is that why you're avoiding me?" His electrifying eyes locked onto mine.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I just need space." I say, shaking off his hand and averting my gaze. I could feel my guilt for being cold starting to take over. His gaze narrowed slightly.

"Space from what? That kiss?" He raised his brows, his hand slipping back into his pocket. He watched me expectantly while I avoided eye contact. When I refused to look at him, he clicked his tongue. "Are you seriously ignoring me over a kiss that you initiated?" He said both confused and immensely aggravated.

"It's just...I feel like I screwed everything up. Everything's just so screwed up," I try my best to explain while keeping my cool, but I could feel my emotions getting the best of me. "When this school year started everything was good, everyone was happy but now...everything's just gone to shit," I felt the frustration, the hurt and the anger begin to boil inside me as tears started filling my eyes.

"Kels..." Jake trailed off, noticing the tears that were threatening to spill as a look of regret crossed his features.

"I mean, I went from having everything I ever wanted to losing it all. The boy I fell in love with hates me, I'm nothing but an embarrassment to my brother, I'm an emotional train wreck and–" My meltdown was interrupted by the ambush of sobs that overcame me.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay," Jake pulled me into a hug, stroking my back as I cried. "I'm sorry for taking it out on you, I know you're going through a lot. It's just you're an awesome girl and I just wanted to see you a little more, you know get to know you." Jake whispers in my ear when I started calming down.

Maybe I've been too harsh ignoring Jake like this. If all he wants to do is be my friend I shouldn't shut him out like this when he's trying so hard to reach out. With all the bonds I've lost in the last few months, I should really hold on to the friends I have now. "I'm sorry for avoiding you, I just don't know how to deal with any of this." I dry my eyes, before running both hands through my hair.

"That's okay, we can figure it out together if you like?" He offers me a smile, wiping away the tears I missed. "I'd like that," I return his smile. "I'm sorry for being such a mess." I sniffle, wiping under my eyes praying my makeup didn't smudge too much.

"It's okay," He chuckled, slapping my hands away and wiping away the makeup I was missing. "You're kinda cute when you cry, you turn from a pretty girl to a deranged raccoon," He teases earning him a slap on the arm.

"Asshole." I mutter, making both of us chuckle.

"Wow, so this is how you show your appreciation to me? I've remained loyal and understanding and here you are insulting me after the mental fuckery you've put me through these last few days?" Jake says over dramatically, putting a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "How can I forgive such cruelty?"

"By sucking it up?" I suggest, earning a playful glare.

"I know, how about you come to Danny's back light party with me tonight?" My face instantly dropped at the mention of yet another party. I promised myself no parties, there's no way I'm stepping foot in another one.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to pass. Parties aren't my thing." That response made Jake frown, but he didn't complain. No, he proceeded to beg.

"Please, please, pleaseeee," He whines earning attention for the kids still left in the parking lot. "This one will go well, I'll personally make sure of it. Just please, it'll be fun." He asked, putting on a puppy dog face. A puppy dog face I was having a hard time saying no to.  I smiled and playfully rolled my eyes, giving in. "Fine, I'll come."

"Awesome," He smirks, before sliding on the back of my motorbike, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder before I could change my mind. "Let's get going, we've got an hour to get ready,"

***

"Wow, this party is insane." Jake shouts over the music as we entered the loft and the life of the party. He was surprised at the turn out and to be honest, so was I. But I was more shocked over the fact that Derek's loft was unrecognizable with all these people, decorations and paint. Yeah, Derek must never know about this. He'd freak if he could see his place right now. Who knows he might snap and become a Peter 2.0.

Scanning the crowd, I noticed everyone was in a state of undress. The only thing covering their modesty seemed to be paint. Lots and lots of it. Glancing to the center of the room, my interest perked as the DJ began playing on of my favourite songs. Maybe it's not such a bad idea coming here, everything looked like immense fun.

"Kelsey, Jakey, you made it! You've got to go get painted up," A shirtless and chiseled Danny stumbled towards us. He pointed to the paint station. "Go paint each other and have a wild time." He says enthusiastically, just as the song changed to one he liked before he ran off into the dance floor.

"Shall we?" Jake nodded his head towards the station. I shook my head, not warming to the idea of stripping down in front of him and having him paint my body. "Oh, come on. I'll let you paint me. You can draw anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything." I pursed my lips, reluctantly nodding in agreement. Thinking on it now, I felt like I was more reluctant in taking my shirt off because I was afraid of losing it than getting topless in front of Jake. In the back of my mind I couldn't stop thinking about Stiles, this was his shirt. He'd be mad if I lost it.

Sighing, we made it to the station. In a blink of an eye, Jake had thrown his shirt off and once again he was stood in front of me with his perfectly sculpted body, his broad shoulders and his arms that for some reason always made my heart skip a beat. It's safe to say they were sexy arms, even sexier than Chris Hemsworth's arms and that's saying something.

"Want me to get you a towel, you're drooling again," Jake teased, snapping me out of it. He chuckled when I looked away in embarrassment. Taking my hand and bringing my gaze back, he put the brush in it and the bucket in the other hand. He stood with his arms apart and his head tilted back.

"Paint me up baby." He demanded. Dipping the brush in the bucket, I started working on my masterpiece. It took a few moments before I finished. Taking a step back I admired my handy work. Since he had arms like Chris Hemsworth, I couldn't help but draw Thor's battle armor on his torso. It turned out better than I expected. "Who know you were so talented with a paint brush." Jake said, impressed with my handy work. He took a good look at himself, nodding and send praise in my direction.

"Now, it's my turn," He took a step closer to me, grabbing the hem of my shirt before pulling it off carefully. Noticing the concerned look, I sent to my shirt as he put it down, he decided to hide it under the table along with his jacket and shirt. "No one's stealing it, don't worry," He reassures, taking the equipment and staring at my torso with a thoughtful look on his face. I felt self-conscious under his gaze and tried covering myself up, just for him to move my arms. "Relax, it's okay." He said, smiling at me in encouragement.

He dabbed the brush into the bucket before gesturing at me move my hands. Slowly, I removed my hands and avoiding looking at him as he went to work. The tension I was feeling subsided when the paint strokes began tickling me, making me giggle throughout the ordeal. I was laughing so much I didn't notice he was done until he cleared his throat.

"You done?" He nodded, gesturing at my torso. Glancing down, I stared impressed at his handy work. He decided to keep the superhero theme we had going and drew the supergirl logo on my chest. It was a little messily drawn, which was probably my fault for moving so much, but it was still perfect.

"This is amazing, oh my god," I say in excitement, as I bounced on the balls of my feet a few times.

"You're welcome," He grins from ear to ear, he placed the brush and bucket on the side before pointing to the dance floor. "Now that we're painted, let's show these basic bitches how Thor and Supergirl do it," Jake grabbed ahold of my hand again and took me to the middle of the room. He began dancing along to the music, motioning me to do the same. I raised my arms in the air and put a smile as I joined everyone else.

I know I started out reluctant with all this, but I could feel myself starting to really enjoy the night. And you know what? It felt good to let loose, to forget everything and let my body go wild with the music.

I deserve this. I deserve to have fun.

To think I have Jake to thank for this amazing night. A squeal escaped my lips when he lifted me and began spinning me about. He put me down and continued to dance smoothly, while I followed his lead occasionally adding my own crazy moves here and there.

If only Scott and Stiles were here, I'd be having more fun. And as if my wish was granted, I spotted Stiles in the distance. Now there's my favourite dance partner.

"I'll be right back," I yell to Jake who was dancing with some of his classmates. He nodded his head, while dancing with one of the Lacrosse guys.

I wonder if Scott is here too? I hope he didn't bump into Allison and Isaac since I heard they were coming, I'm just thankful I haven't yet. When I got close enough to Stiles I opened my mouth to yell his name, but I stopped when I realized he wasn't alone, but with a girl.

I blinked surprised for a moment as I watched the pair interact. But as soon as I saw him grinning and laughing, I felt myself smile listening to his goofy life. I was happy that he was potentially getting lucky tonight, but what confused me was the sinking feeling I felt when I watched the pair start to make out.

I can't watch this. I have to go, I think I've spent enough time here already. Turning around, I push my way back through the crowd, making my way to the nearest door I could find. I'll just have to wait out the party, I'm not having fun anymore. God, why do I feel like this? Why am I getting upset over Stiles? I should be happy for him. No, I am happy for him. He deserves to be happy, it's all I want for him. He's my best friend after all, I love him.

As I was about to grab my phone from my pocket the lights started to flicker but they stopped after a few seconds. Ignoring it, I unlocked my phone to see absolutely no messages whatsoever, shocker. Letting out a sigh of disappointment, the lights began to flicker again, only this time it lasted longer, and I was getting an eerie feeling like someone was watching me, but maybe that's just me watching too many episodes of Supernatural getting me paranoid. "I'll salt and burn your bones if you don't leave me alone." I said jokingly to the imaginary ghost taunting me, trying to make myself feel better since I wasn't planning on going back to the party.

Just I was about to let out a laugh at how stupid I was being, when the lights completely blacked out, and that's when I frantically went to turn on the torch on my phone, and me being clumsy, of course I dropped my phone. At this point I was on the urge of having a panic attack – and for good reason. I could sense someone, or a few someone's crowded around me, making me hesitant about picking up my phone. It wasn't until I finally got the courage to pick it up that the lights decided to turn on.

Fuck.

Thinking I could make a run for it was a bad idea. They stopped me and in a matter of seconds and I was frozen. Paralysed all over and forced to stare one of the masked man dead in the eyes. His yellow soulless eyes. Shivers shot throughout my body and fear was all I could feel – all I wanted to do was scream for help, but I couldn't. I had no control over my body.

I was stuck in the abyss of darkness, feeling nothing but cold. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, everything was just still. I kept waiting for those yellow eyes to appear again, but they didn't, and although I was relieved at that, I couldn't help but feel it wouldn't be the last time I'd see of them.

***

Out of nowhere, a sudden sting of scorching heat burned my skin causing my eyes to burst my open wide. Frantically gasping for air as if I had been held under water, I looked around the room trying to figure out where I was when my eyes met with a very worried Jake Addams and the one and only Derek Hale.

Wait, Derek.

When did Derek get back? "Kelsey are you okay?" Derek asked as he grabbed my hand, helping me up from the dusty floor. I was lost for words. I can't believe Derek is back. He's actually here. I'm not even sure how long it's been since I last saw him. "Dude, she was out cold, how do you think she is?" Jake interjected causing Derek to roll his eyes.

I smiled at Derek before turning to Jake. "I'm fine, I've just got a bit of a headache, I must've passed out from drinking too much or something." I said, knowing I had to make up and excuse since he didn't know about the supernatural. I don't even really know what happened myself – one minute I'm standing in here to get away from Stiles, and the next I'm being taunted by demonic masked men and I'm out cold just like that. What did they want from me? Did I do something wrong? Maybe Scott knows something about them.

"I didn't see you drink anything, are you sure you're okay? I can take you to the hospital if you want?" Jake spoke, standing in front of me and stroking my shoulder lightly. "Honestly I'm fine, can we just go back in there, it's getting a bit stuffy for me in here." Derek and Jake nodded in response before walking out into the main part of the loft. By now the blaring music came to a stop and the sea of half-naked people had already left, the rest following in suit.

I looked to my left, noticing Ethan and Danny were stood either side of Lydia, holding her up. "Get her out of here." Ethan said to Danny who nodded. "Find Scott." Lydia added as she and Danny left the loft. Then to my right, Isaac and Allison were supporting Aiden up – which made me wonder; did the masked men get to them as well? They must've. Though it doesn't really make sense why they would, but I'm guessing we'll probably find out sooner or later.

The masked men began to appear around the room, which is when I sent Derek a look. Jake shouldn't be here with all this going on, he wouldn't understand, and I don't think he's quite ready to know about the supernatural just yet. "Jake you should leave with them." I suggested but Jake wouldn't budge. "I'm not leaving you again, you could get hurt." Jake pointed out.

"Just go, please. I'll call you later, alright?" I told him with a smile. Jake rolled his eyes, not wanting to go against my wishes, so he did as he was told and caught up with Danny and Lydia. The masked men all turned to face Aiden. "Guys, they're all looking at me. Why are they all looking at me? Guys?" Aiden questioned as they got closer – which is when Scott made the first move and ran from Kira's, Derek and I following in his lead.

All three of us swung our fists at the masked men, taking it in turns as we worked as a pack. It took Derek four or five swings before getting kicked in the back and I wasn't far behind. The masked men had so much power and strength, and their moves were swift. Getting back on our feed, Derek and I let out a growl as we showed off our fangs, attempting to intimidate our rivals. I distracted one of the masked men as Derek grabbed his neck and snapped it. A smug look almost appeared on my face but that was before I watched the man click his neck back into place as if it didn't happen.

Before I could react, both Derek and I were kicked across the room, lading on top of each other like a pile of bricks. Struggling to remove myself from Derek's body and the floor, we watched my brother fail miserably as he continued to fight the masked men, and just as I expected, he was also thrown across the room. Ouch, that had to hurt. How are they so skilled? Why the hell are they after us anyway, it's not like we've done anything to hurt them, aside from defending ourselves right now.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Isaac was planning on making his move, getting his claws at the ready but then all of a sudden, one of evil ninja guys had pulled a large sword out of his chest like it was nothing and then started swinging it around to warn Isaac to back off, which is exactly what he did. What the hell... that's not normal. What are they?

"Somebody do something!" Allison let out as the masked men grabbed a hold of Aiden and did what was done to me – it's horrible, especially watching it happen to Aiden helplessly, but it didn't last long, and I don't think their intentions are to kill him since I'm still alive myself. Not sure exactly why they stared into our souls but it better be a good reason because it scared the shit out of me.

After they were done paralysing Aiden, they turned around to Kira — oh shit, I forgot she was still here. She probably has no idea what's happening right now, but she must be frightened. My brother stepped in front of Kira to protect her, showing off his true alpha red eyes and fangs before growling to scare the masked men off. Glancing back at Kira for a second, Scott revealed his form to her – Kira's face was puzzled, she seemed to have a mix of emotions planted on her face, but she didn't really look scared as such.

As one of the masked men stepped forward, Scott let out another growl – being all alpha on their ninja asses. Though before either one of them could make their move against the other, sunlight burst through the windows which is when the masked men faded into ash like my favourite Avengers did.

They must hate sunlight... maybe they're some kind of vampire ninjas? Is that a thing? If werewolves exist then of course vampires must, right? I've thought about it before... I mean in most books, movies, and tv shows, both species basically co-exist in the same world, so why not ours? I'm not saying they're real, I'm just open to the idea that they could be. It would be pretty cool. "What the hell were those things?" Scott asked as Ethan ran to his brothers' side.

"Your dad's twenty-four hours are up." Isaac had told Allison. Huh, what does he mean by that? Does Allison's dad know something about the masked men, maybe why they're here? Obviously, this means that something bad is possibly going to happen in this town again, nothing new there of course. This town's havoc will be the death of me I swear.

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Hey everyone, its been a hell of a long time since I've published anything and yet again I apologise for my absence. A lot has happened besides my hiatus — travelling, lots of family drama, breakups, new boyfriends, losing friends, making friends and moving out my parents house. Anyhow, I'm going to start trying to get back into writing. I would also like to thank mxrningstars for helping me with this chapter, I wouldn't be able to publish this without her.

Also can we talk about the new season of the flash... Am I the only one that thinks Barry's and Iris's daughter; Nora is a little fishy?? What is her problem with Iris?? And why is so obsessed with Barry, yeah sure she grew up without him but something is just off. I feel bad for Cisco too, I just wanna hug him. And I'm curious to find out who Caitlin Snow's father is, any theories??

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