"I wish I didn't overanalyze everything."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." My twin brother spoke up

"Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak - out from what happened at the school." Scott told us, looking around.

"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me. Especially when I just got back and got attacked by a beast at the school." I told Scott as I tripped over a branch, all ready a little tipsy since i've been taking sips from the alcohol.

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped–"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break." Scott told him defensively.

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break - You get your best friend drunk. And when you're sister get's back from a crazy town with murders, vampires, werewolves and evil twins that aren't twins, then you get her drunk too." Stiles explained, holding up two bottles of Jack.

"I like you're way of thinking, bub." I mused, smiling tiredly at my brother. We found a spot in a clearing and laid down, downing back as much booze as we could.

"Dude, you know, she's just one - one girl. You know, there are so many - there are so many other girls in the sea." Stiles hiccuped, looking up at the dark night sky.

"Fish in the sea." I giggled, throwing my head back.

"Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blond hair, green eyes, 5'3"–" Even in my drunken state, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I never understood the way Stiles loved Lydia. She's beautiful and smart, yeah, but she's also a raging bitch.

"Like Lydia?"

"Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about - about - What was I talking about?" I sat up, looking at my brother.

"You know, you're lucky Stiles." Both boys looked at me. "At least she notices you now but that means heartbreak. I know more than anybody else about heartbreak." I pursed my lips as I thought about the jackass who broke my heart and stomped on it. "Jackass Whittahoe broke my heart in the middle of 8th grade, remember? We were happy together for a year and a half, our relationship strong, well, that's what I thought until I caught him, on our anniversary, making out with Lydia." I chuckled humorlessly. "After that, I stopped dating and I don't think I will anytime soon since nobody can love me." I put the bottle to my lips and took a large gulp.

"Yeah! Come on, sis, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. That didn't make any sense. I need a drink." I looked at my brother, actually thankful that he was trying to help even though he was drunk and might not remember anything.

"Well, look at these little bitches getting their drink on." I turned my head so fast that everything spun and I felt like throwing up. I groaned and laid down, my head pounding. I didn't hear or see anything else as I fell into an oblivion.

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"Dad?" I called out, my head picking out of my door, my head pounding and everything spinning. "Stiles?" My stomach gurgled and I ran to the bathroom, slid on the floor on my knees, my head leaned over the toilet and I threw up. I pushed my hair out of my face and gagged, hating the ronchi, disgusting smell that reached up to my nose. I leaned backwards, my back hitting the shower. I pulled my knees up to my chest and tears started to spring from my eyes. I was so scared. No matter where I went, something bad always happened. I sighed, wiped the tears away and stood up.

I made my way out of my bedroom and down the stairs slowly, making sure to be careful not to trip. I then went around the corner and into the kitchen, opened up the fridge door and grabbed a water bottle. I closed the fridge door and was about to walk away when I saw some pills atop the counter. I put the water bottle down and picked up the pills reading; Benzodiazepines. I gulped knowing what they were for. I looked around as if I was being watched and opened the bottle and took out two pills. I then quickly put them in my mouth, opened the water bottle and swallowed. I closed the pill bottle and put it back in it's place.

I leaned up against the counter, closed my eyes and sighed. Tears started to spring to my eyes again as I realized what I just done. I betrayed my father. I had promised him years ago that I wouldn't do this again, that I wouldn't take anymore pills after what happened with her. I took a deep breath to steady myself, grabbed my water bottle and went back upstairs to my room. And once I was in there, I closed my door, went to my computer and started research.

Werewolves. A true "werewolf", according to most legends, is a human being that uncontrollably transforms into a wolf during a full moon. The original werewolf curse transformed a Shapeshifter Wolf into a Werewolf, effectively taking away the ability to control the shift but also taking away the ability to think as a human while in wolf form. Werewolves, when in wolf form, have uncontrollable rage and hunger. They are driven to kill everyone and everything they encounter, regardless of their relationship as humans. The curse causes these wolves to lose all control of their minds, and when they wake up in human form in the morning, they don't really remember anything. It is this form of werewolf that can transfer their condition through a bite, assuming of course that the human being bitten survives the attack.

I then searched up Vampires. A vampire is a being from folklore that subsists by feeding on the life essence (generally in the form of blood) of the living. In European folklore, vampires were undead beings that often visited loved ones and caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods they inhabited when they were alive. They wore shrouds and were often described as bloated and of ruddy or dark countenance, markedly different from today's gaunt, pale vampire which dates from the early 19th century.

I hit print and as those pages started printing, I started searching up more about Scott's type of werwolf, wanting to know anything and everything. I took a deep breath, my head pounding. I gripped my water bottle, opened it and took a big gulp, wanting to try and forget the pain. I laid the bottle back down and went back to searching.

And before I knew it, I started searching up murders with bite marks on their necks, blood drained from their bodies and desiccated bodies. Any death like that made me look at the people who probably caused it which led me looking all over the continent. I ended up looking for anyone by the name of Klaus but all I got was dead ends.

Time seemed to pass quickly because before I knew it, the front door opened and I heard foot steps run up the stairs. I stood up from my spot on the floor and looked at all the maps I had surrounding me, X's and circles all over them. There was surveillance pictures of Elijah being all over the world because I knew that since he wanted Klaus dead, it was best to follow Elijah's foot steps. And so far, there was nothing. Nothing that could lead us to Klaus or anybody that could potentially be Klaus. I rubbed at my temples and sighed.

"Spencer?" I jumped, hearing my brothers voice at my door. "Are you still asleep?" As fast as I could, I started picking up all the papers and stuffed them under my bed. I have no clue why I wanted to hide everything but I did. I pushed my hair out of my face and opened the door, seeing my brother there with wide eyes. "I need help with torturing Scott." My eyes widened in shock. "He made out with Lydia!" He exclaimed and I sighed, understanding. "And it's his second full moon."

"I'll help." I told my brother. "Go wait in the jeep, i'll be out in a minute." He nodded and ran down the stairs and out the door. I closed my bedroom door and leaned my head against it, sighing. I leaned back and looked in a mirror. As I looked at myself, I realized how tired I looked. I went to my vanity and put some mascara on, wanting to make myself look more alive. I grabbed my sneakers and put them on quickly. I then grabbed Stiles' hoodie, put it on and made it outside into Stiles' jeep. "Let's go help our raging best friend."

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"You thirsty?" I walked into Scott's bedroom after Stiles delt with Scott. I held up a dog bowl with the name: Scotty on it. I tilted a bottle of water into it and laid it in front of Scott. I gasped as he threw it at me, lucky for me that I dodged it right in time.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"Hey! Don't speak to my sister like that!" Stiles yelled, running into the room with an angry look. "It's bad enough that you kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I ev - and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

"She kissed me." Scott spoke, a smug look on his face. He had this dark look in his eyes, the look a killer has. I was actually scared of him, of my best friend, for once in my life.

"What?"

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!"

I wrapped my arms around my brother and directed him out of the room. "Don't listen to him. It's the full room. That is not our Scott, okay?"

"I am, Spencer. I am you're Scott, it's just that I tell the truth now." I peaked into the room, glaring at Scott. "You remember Hanna, right?" I gulped, hearing the name of the best friend that I had through the 3rd grade until 7th. "Do you remember her blue eyes and blonde hair? The way she laughed? Well, I do. I mean, after all, she was my first crush. She was your best friend but you've never spoken about her since that fateful night. I still think about her, do you?"

"Yes!" I screamed, not wanting to relive that night but the flashbacks won't stop coming. "I remember that we were camping out and we were eating marsh-mellows, laughing, having a good time until they showed up. They held me and her down as we screamed, watching as they murdered her parents right in front of us." Tears started falling down my cheeks as I recalled everything. "And then they came for us. They–they raped us and then they started hurting us. All I can remember is hearing her screams and cries as she struggled against their hold. And then in one swipe, she was dead and it was all my fault. I was the one who said that we should go camping. I'm the one who picked the spot. I'm the one who convinced their parents and now they're all dead." I cried out and Stiles had to drag me out of the room and into the hallway. He pulled me into his arms as I cried.

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"He's gone!" I jumped off the couch and looked at my brother with wide eyes. "Help me find him!"

"Okay!" I exclaimed and ran towards the door.

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As Stiles and I came upon a crime scene, we jumped out of Roscoe and ran into it, looking around for our dad. My breathing became irregular as I thought we had lost our father. "Dad? Dad? Has anyone seen our–has anyone seen our dad?"

"Stiles. Spencer." We both turned around to face our father, "What are you doing here?" We ran forward and embraced him, tears springing to our eyes.

What did you think about this chapter? I'm sorry if I triggered any of you but this idea popped into my head as I was writing this and I thought it too good to not write.