Grace stood in shock as her breath trembled at the sight of a dying Lydia collapsed in front of her. She could hear the conversation between Stiles and Peter perfectly, yet it took a minute before she processed it all. Lydia was dying. Why weren't they doing anything? She wanted to scream, call Scott, call 911. Anything just to save her best friend but she stood frozen, unable to process what was going on around her. She didn't understand. When Scott was bitten, he didn't collapse to the floor merely alive. She didn't understand at all.

     "No-- I'm not just leaving her here," Stiles stuttered beside Grace as the conversation went on. It all happened so fast. In a second, Lydia was bitten by the big bad alpha and minutes away from death. She heard it all, she  just couldn't move. She would've left with Peter just for the sake of Stiles staying, but now it was only a matter of seconds before the orphan who disguised himself as a heartless jackass came running towards them. He immediately went towards Lydia, checking her wrist for a pulse and panicking as it slowed more and more by the second. His frantic eyes looked at Grace's tear stained face and stood up. He took her arm and gently raised her from the ground and Grace could finally speak.

     "C--call for help," she whimpered, her eyes never losing sight of the redhead on the floor. Jackson rapidly went over to Lydia once again and carried her bridal style as he ran towards the school in search for help. Grace stood in the same place as she wiped her tears with her thumb. She reached for her phone and dialed 911 with shaky fingers. The last thing she remembered was the woman's voice through the phone.

     "911, what's your emergency?"

...

     "Stiles took her," was the first thing Grace heard as the elevator doors opened and she entered the hospital. Everybody turned to look at her, the sheriff letting go of Jackson as he walked rapidly towards her and took her arm to take her to a corner.

     "What happened, Grace?"

     She looked at him as a tear rolled down her cheek. Her head looked to the left and she walked over to the glass that separated her and Lydia. Memories of Peter's fangs digging into her best friend's side flooded her brain and she panicked. What would she tell the sheriff? A psychopathic werewolf, who happens to be the uncle of the guy who she illegally hooked up with and has been the most wanted fugitive bit her best friend on the side which made her collapse in the middle of the field on her school and wind up barely breathing in a hospital bed. That would surely convince him. It would put them all on jail, withholding evidence only being one of the many grounds they would be arrested on.

     "I-- it happened so fast, I--I don't know what happened," she muttered and John sighed, walking over to her.

     "Did you see what happened?" he muttered and Grace looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, "Jackson told me you were in the field."

     "Yes. I was there with her. I kneeled beside my best friend's body as her pulse was weakened by the minute. Is that what you want me to say?" She spat and the sheriff looked down, "Look. I don't know exactly what happened. I was in my car until I heard Stiles shouting for Lydia to run. Next thing I know, I'm in the middle of the field, unable to move, with Stiles nowhere to be found. That's it," She lied and the eldest Stilinski nodded his head in an understanding manner.

     As he left, Grace was left with only her thoughts and memories as she faced the room Lydia was being kept on. She tried to remember what happened. She already knew what happened. She just didn't want to remember. She wanted to block it out. Forget the fear that rushed through her system as Peter's eyes turned demonically red and his teeth became fangs as they pierced Lydia's body. She wanted to forget it all and restart the whole night. It was her school's formal. It was supposed to be magical. Well, not everything is out of a fairytale, that was for sure. Grace's stare was fixated on the body of the most popular person in her grade. The one who acted like a spoiled airhead when she probably had the cure to cancer in her brain.

     She was pulled away from her thoughts as her phone rang. She sighed before peeling her eyes away from Lydia and took her phone, looking at the caller ID. "Yes, Scott?"

     "I-I howled to find him and-and I'm here and I just--"

     "Wait, Scott, what are you talking about?" Grace asked as she tried to make sense of what her brother was muttering. He took a breath before starting over.

     "I howled to find Derek and he howled back. I'm here, the- the place it came from but it's just his house, I-I don't know what to do, or if this is a trap.." He said and Grace sighed.

     "Okay, okay, don't freak out, I-I'll be there in about half an hour from the hospital- I'll explain later- but just, you know, do anything to find him, Scott, alive," She instructed as she grabbed her jacket.

     "You-- you really like him, don't you?" He chuckled and Grace smiled to herself as she looked down.

     "I do. Just-- just find him," She said as she hung up and turned on her heel, stopping abruptly as she came face-to-face with Stiles. Her smile faltered to a disapproving look as Stiles looked back at her.

      "Where the hell where you?! You know what, I don't even want to know. Stiles, you were supposed to be there. To stay with her. Just-- Just don't talk to me, okay?" Grace said before Stiles could speak a word and was left dumbfounded as he looked back at Grace's figure as she hopped on the elevator.

...

     As Scott, the Argents, and the last remaining Hale fought against the alpha, Grace hopped on her silver car. She threw her heels to the backseat as she inserted the key and started the car before revving towards the place she was all too familiar with. Clueless to the alpha's presence on the Hale property, Grace went faster and faster. As Kate's throat was slashed, she made a turn and entered the speedway, passing the cars who were going at merely 40 mph. As Jackson threw the last bottle of the Molotov cocktail that decimated the alpha, Grace couldn't help but feel anxiety. Paranoia. The feeling of something horrible about to happen.

    And ask and you shall receive; as Grace took a left turn to go through the street that made it's way to the arson damaged Hale property, her car went slower as the headlights on her car illuminated the pitch black street she rode in.

    And as her car rode on a slow 25 mph, it would be start of Grace's despair. Her ragged breath came to a halt. As if she was on the bottom of a swimming pool, every breath her mouth tried to obtain was hopeless. She felt her throat close and the panic came. She couldn't breathe. At all. All oxygen was cut off from her system. Having an A in science, she knew she was supposed to be unconscious as soon as all oxygen was cut off, yet there she stood in a sudden panic as her head banged. She could feel her heart bang on her chest like a hopeless cry for help as she came to a realization.

     She was about to die. Such a horrible way to die. Asphyxiation. Her senses became numbed as the oxygen flow to her brain was almost nonexistent. It all came like a pang. She was approaching death. She had no physical knowledge of death, yet she knew it was happening, like an animal instinct. She wouldn't bother looking at anything, feeling like her eyes were about to burst out of their sockets. She knew if she let the darkness in, it was only a matter of minutes before death took over. So she did what first came to her slowly faltering mind.

     With her last breath, she called out for the person she knew would come in time to save her. As he slayed his uncle's throat to claim his new position as alpha, Grace did her best to let out any voice she had left as she called out for him in a weak matter. She couldn't remember anything else other than her lips whispering his name before her world turned to darkness.

     "Derek."

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oh my fucking god I cannot believe this is the last chapter of thief in the night, my first book, my first series book, my first everything. oh my god im so happy like its literally 2:21 am here and im so sorry this wasn't up before, ive had a lot lot lot of homework but whats important is its up and tHIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS BOOK ASDFGHJKL;KAKFGDYUBZH I CANNOT.

-- vivian darkbloom