𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?

ALLISON'S BEDROOM DOOR BURSTS OPEN as the two girls stumble inside, their lips not detaching from one another the entire time. Her back hits the wall and Charlotte's eyes flutter shut, breathing a sigh of bliss as kisses trail down the side of her neck and her hands entangle into the dark-haired girl's curls. Allison pulls away and stares at the girl before her, her breathing slightly heavy. "I love you so much," she whispers.

Charlotte softly smiles at her and she reaches her hands out to cup Allison's cheeks. "Stop talking," she murmurs in response.

When their lips lock again, the heat and lust is still there but this time it's more evident of the love they share for each another. Charlotte's hands ghost down Allison's waist and land on her hips as she makes an effort to pull their bodies closer, even though it's physically not possible. The blonde's back is removed from the wall and the pair of girls slowly back over to the. Charlotte's eyes open and slowly pulls back. Allison looks at her in confusion and giggles when she's pushed back onto the mattress.

Observing the girl sprawled out before her, her cheeks flushed rosy and her hair spread out like a halo, Charlotte shakes her head in disbelief. With her legs on either side of Allison's body, she leans down to softly kiss her. "You know, I always wondered if this would happen."

Their foreheads gently rest on each other's, both of them slightly panting for breath. Allison tucks a strand of hair behind Charlotte's ear, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" she questions.

"You and me. I guess I just never thought it would actually work out. It still feels like I'm in one big dream."

A few silent moments pass as they stare at each other, then a small smile pulls at Allison's lips. "I think we're meant to be together," she says quietly.

"What? Like soulmates?"

Allison nods. "Yeah, I think so. I think you're my soulmate."

In response, Charlotte returns the smile and Allison wraps her arms around her neck to pull her back down, reconnecting their lips. Charlotte's eyes widen when they suddenly flip and she huffs a laugh at how she's now the one on her back. But before she can construct a reply, butterfly kisses are planted along her stomach line and a quiet moan leaves her mouth.

However, Allison abruptly pulls away. Charlotte frowns at the loss of contact and her eyes slowly open. "Hey, are you okay?" Her eyes widen in alarm as a sharp blade is quickly pressed up against her throat. "Okay, as hot as I find this, can we talk about-"

"Shut up," Allison hisses. "Just leave me alone!"

Charlotte takes notice of the anger in the girl's eyes and her heart begins to beat faster. She's serious. The banshee reaches out to grab onto Allison's outstretched wrists and tries her best to ignore the stinging pain at her throat, instead focusing on trying to get Allison to snap out of whatever she's experiencing. "Hey, baby, it's not real," she speaks firmly. "Allison! Hey, it's just you and me."

Her chocolate eyes leave the girl's face and dart around the room in paranoia and fear. Once Charlotte's sure she's let her guard down, she pries the ring dagger out of Allison's fingers and throws it onto the carpet. At the action, Allison's eyes snap back to Charlotte. Her lips part in shock when she notices the beads of blood on the blonde's throat and her hands fly up to cover her mouth as she scrambles back off the bed. "Oh, my God, what happened? What did I do? Did I do that?"

Charlotte's features soften at just how horrified Allison is. She didn't know what she was doing. She slowly moves over to the huntress pacing around the room. "Alli," she calls out. When Charlotte receives no reply, she grabs onto the girl's hands and places a finger under her chin to lift her head. Their eyes meet and a tear drops down Allison's cheek. "What did you see?" she questions her softly. "What happened?"

She hesitates, her eyes casting to the floor in an attempt to avoid direct contact. "I- Kate..."

Charlotte's eyebrows draw together in confusion. "Kate?" she repeats.

"She... I've been seeing her. She's either been trying to kill me, has killed me, or killed you."

The blonde-haired girl's eyes widen and she tries to ignore the fact Allison is seeing her dead aunt. Her first priority is to provide her with comfort. "Seeing? As in this has happened more than once?"

"Yeah," Allison whispers. She lets herself be pulled back onto her bed and she immediately cuddles into Charlotte's side.

"It's just a hallucination, it's not real, okay?"

Allison tilts her head slightly to get a glimpse of the girl's face. "But why now? Why her?"

"Well, Deaton did say that you guys would experience side effects from the whole, well, dying thing," Charlotte begins. "Maybe this is one of them?"

"If it is, it's getting worse." Allison sucks in a sharp breath. "I just tried to kill you."

"I think the more important matter is, if you're experiencing this, then are Scott and Stiles as well?"

»»———-　　———-««

As the two girls walk hand in hand up to the high school, Charlotte Martin suddenly stops in her tracks as a thought enters her brain. Allison chuckles at how her eyes widen considerably. "What's up?"

"Scott."

Allison raises her eyebrows in amusement. "Okay...?"

"No, what are we going to tell Scott?"

The brunette's face falls in understanding. "Oh, my God," she mutters. "What do you think he would say?"

Charlotte's teeth sink into her bottom lip nervously as every single possible reaction Scott could have runs through her mind. "I don't know!" she exclaims in panic. "'Oh hey, Scott, your ex-girlfriend is now my girlfriend, see you in English?' He could either kill me or be totally fine!" Once she notices that Allison has gone silent, the blush on Charlotte's cheeks disappears as she pales. "Fuck, he's going to kill me."

A smile adorns Allison's face. "I'm your girlfriend?"

Charlotte's eyes widen once more. "Did I say that? Shit, do you not want to be?"

Allison takes her hands and laughs. It's still the best sound Charlotte's ever heard. "We're dating?" she questions softly.

The Martin stares blankly back at her, unsure how to respond. "Um, I mean, if you want?"

"Do I want to- of course I want to!" Allison grins. "I get to call you my girlfriend."

Charlotte's racing heart steadies. Her lips lift into a bright smile and she wraps her arms around the girl's neck. "That sounds pretty good if I'm honest." They both lean in as their lips meet and move in sync for a few seconds.

The loud shriek that meets their ears causes them to jump away from each other in alarm. "Oh. My God!" Lydia squeals in excitement as she rushes over to them. "Finally! How long? When? How? No, why haven't either of you told me?"

"Only a few weeks," Charlotte reassures her. She closes her eyes and grimaces once she realises her mistake.

Lydia's eyes only widen further and she slaps her sister's arm, ignoring the hiss of pain that the action evokes. "Weeks?" she exclaims.

Allison giggles at their bickering, then turns to her girlfriend as she nervously says, "So, what are we telling Scott?"

Charlotte's lips purse as she tries to think of a response. After a few seconds, she makes a dramatic show of taking Allison's hand. "Oh, who the fuck cares what Scott thinks?" Lydia and Allison share a look, the former squinting her eyes. "He'll mope around for a few weeks but then he'll get over it. "

"My sister and my best friend are dating!"

Another laugh slips past Allison's lips and she swings their entwined hands as they walk through the quad. Upon spotting Stiles and Scott up ahead, Charlotte takes a deep breath and Allison squeezes her hand. "Fuck what he thinks, remember?" the brunette whispers. And Charlotte has to smile.

However, all nerves are forgotten when they hear the end of the boys' conversation. "It's happening to you, too," Stiles says. "You're seeing things, aren't you?"

Scott's eyebrows furrow in surprise. "How'd you know?"

The girls stop before them and Charlotte clears her throat. "Because it's happening to all three of you."

After filling Scott, Stiles, and Lydia in on how Allison had been hallucinating her dead aunt and the boys explaining what they had been going through themselves, the youngest Martin pushes the double doors open and sighs to herself in something that resembles satisfaction. "Well, well, well... Look who's no longer part of the crazy club."

Charlotte gives her sister a pointed look and sighs to herself as Allison defensively exclaims, "We're not crazy!"

Lydia halts and spins on her heels to look pointedly at her friends behind her. "Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine."

"We did die and come back to life..." Scott does his best to provide a realistic explanation. "That's gotta have some side effects, right?"

Charlotte nods as the bell rings causing the sea of students around them to begin departing to their assigned classes. "Moral of the story is we all need to keep an eye on each other," she says. "Who knows what else could happen."

"Exactly," Stiles agrees as he points to her. His eyes narrow as he turns to the strawberry blonde. "And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much."

"What?"

Charlotte chuckles as she watches Stiles, Lydia, and Scott walk off to class. Lingering behind with Allison, she gives the girl a smile but her eyes shine with concern. "You okay?

She gives her a hesitant nod. "Yeah. Yeah, I think so..." Her lips lift slightly and takes hold of Charlotte's hand, lacing their fingers together. "You?"

As Allison walks forward, Charlotte pulls on her hand to tug her back. She places a hand on the back of her girlfriend's neck and softly touches their lips together. Both of them smile into the kiss, something that has quickly become a comfort. "As long as you're doing okay, I'll be okay."

»»———-　　———-««

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher." Charlotte slightly lifts her head up from her open textbooks and her eyes narrow. Who would willingly apply for a job here? The man walks away from the chalkboard and positions himself in front of his desk, his eyes searching across the sea of students watching him. "My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira. Or you might not, since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought a friend home for that matter..."

Stiles winces and leans over to the blonde beside him. "That's cold," he mutters.

A loud thump causes almost everyone in the room to turn around in their seats to find a girl in the back row with her head in between her hands. "Either way, there she is," Mr Yukimura finishes, pointing to his daughter who refuses to look up out of embarrassment. Sensing all the eyes on her, Kira slowly removes her head of black curls off the desk and sheepishly smiles.

Charlotte smiles as Kira tucks a curl of hair behind her ear, and once they lock eyes she sends the girl a wave. "Hey," she whispers.

A smile mimicking the blonde's adorns Kira's face. "Hi."

When the banshee turns back to the front, she catches sight of Scott who slowly turns around with a faint blush tinting his cheeks. Charlotte reaches her leg out and kicks his shin under the table. Grunting in pain, the boy's head snaps over to his friend who smiles innocently. "Dude, what the fuck?" he hisses.

Charlotte giggles and subtly points a finger back to Kira. "You think she's cute."

His eyes widen and he immediately protests, "What, no! No I don't!" She nods along then mouths, Bullshit. Scott rolls his eyes.

"Now, let's begin with American history at the turn of the twentieth century..."

The rest of the class moves slowly. Throughout the forty minutes, Charlotte notices that Stiles and Scott barely do any work, nor seem like they're listening to the new teacher's lecture. It seems like they're too preoccupied by their own problems to be able to focus on reading a textbook. Fair enough. When the bell finally rings finishes and they reach Stiles' locker, Charlotte leans against the locker beside his as she watches him unlock his combination. "Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal?" Scott suggests.

"Yeah, try not to forget, we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures," Stiles reminds.

"That's a good point," Charlotte agrees. "I don't think things are ever going back to normal. I mean, what even is 'normal'?" However, when Stiles suddenly stops rotating his lock and stares at the numbers, her brows furrow in concern. "Hey, are you okay?"

After a few moments, he glances over to her and nods. "Yeah."

But when she turns to Scott, her eyes widen in alarm and she grabs onto his arm to vigorously shake it. "Scott, snap out of it!"

"What?"

"Your eyes!" Stiles loudly whispers.

Scott looks between them in confusion. "What about them?"

"What about them?" Stiles echoes. "They're starting to glow."

Charlotte nervously looks around them and hisses, "They're glowing!"

Scott's brows raise as his eyes flick between the pair anxiously. "You mean, like, right now?"

"Yes, right now!" Stiles exclaims incredulously, confirming the werewolf's question. "Scott, stop! Stop it!"

The True Alpha finally takes in what is happening to him and begins to properly panic. "I can't... I can't control it," he gets out between his heavy pants. A thin layer of sweat coats his forehead and he moves his hand up to shield his eyes.

Charlotte grimaces, and both herself and Stiles take hold of Scott's arms to lead him out of the crowded hallway. "Okay, just keep your head down," she instructs the boy.

Stiles places his hands on the back of Scott's neck to force his head down to the ground. "Look down, come on. Keep your head down."

When they finally find an empty classroom, Scott stumbles inside, his laboured breathing now morphing into low growls. The boy discards his flannel, leaving him in a tank top, and drops his backpack onto the floor. "Get back away from me," he rasps out to his friends who attempt to follow him."

"Scott, it's just us," Charlotte speaks calmly. "It's just Stiles and I. You're okay."

"I don't know what's going to happen," he calls out helplessly. His canines peek through his lips as he braces his hands onto a desk. "Get back!"

He shocks both of them when his unsheathed claws dig deeply into the delicate skin of his palms as he balls his hands into fists. Quickly, blood pools into his hands and drip onto the floor. Scott's eyes screw shut in pain as his pained groans replace his animalistic sounding warnings. His mouth drops open in a silent roar as he refuses to unclench his fists. The agony he is experiencing manages to drop him onto his knees. Once his claws and canines retract, Charlotte rushes forward to crouch down next to him, Stiles cautiously following. She grabs onto his hand and inspects it, softly sighing when any evidence of a previous wound has disappeared.

When Scott finally looks up and sees the concern on their faces, he mutters, "Pain makes you human."

"Scott, this isn't just in our heads," Stiles speaks up. "This is real." He decides this is the right moment to tell his best friends about his own experiences. "And it's starting to get bad for me, too..."

Charlotte's head snaps over to him. "What? Stiles, what do you mean?"

"I'm not just having nightmares," he begins. "I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake. And sometimes, I'm not even sure if I'm actually ever waking up."

Scott and Charlotte lock eyes and the former asks, "What do you mean?"

Stiles' eyebrows crease together as he averts his eyes to the floor. "Do you know how you can tell if you're dreaming?"

"Yeah, you can't read in dreams," Charlotte responds.

Stiles dips his head in acknowledgement and he adds, "More and more, the past few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words- I can't put the letters in order."

"What about now?" The girl grabs a book off the nearest desk to her and holds it up for him. "Can you read this?"

Stiles stares at the cover, then stands up to look at the various posters plastered around the classroom and the chalkboard at the front. After a minute of letting his eyes flick around, he mutters, "I can't read a thing."

»»———-　　———-««

Thing 2 ♡
Allison was a bit off in art, we've gone to the woods to shoot arrows...
Meet us there?

Be there in 10

As she re-reads Lydia's message, Charlotte's frown deepens in worry. After what she had just seen happen to Scott and what she had heard is happening to Stiles... Her concern toward Allison has multiplied ten-fold. She races through the corridors of the high school and bursts out the doors, beelining over to the carpark. As she spots Isaac leaning against her Toyota, she calls out, "What's up?"

But she gets closer she spots the similar concern painted on his face that had been on hers seconds ago. "It's about Allison," he begins.

She sighs. "Lydia messaged and told me. You were in their class?"

The werewolf nods. "Yeah, I've never seen her like that." He hesitates for a second. "She was physically shaking. Charles, I'm worried."

"I know, me too. That's why I'm headed to them now." She gestures to the passenger seat. "Wanna come?"

Ten minutes later, autumn leaves leave satisfying crunches under Charlotte's shoes as her and Isaac wander through the Beacon Hills Preserve in search for Allison and Lydia. "So..."

The girl looks up to Isaac to find a small smirk on his face. "God, what?" she questions, almost hesitant to hear his next words.

Isaac rolls his eyes, his voice becoming teasing. "You and Allison?" She doesn't even bother to hide the wide smile that beams onto her face at the mention of her girlfriend. He clicks his tongue. "And that's all I need."

"It's really new, but... I don't know, I can't explain it."

He grins at her giddiness. "Sometimes that's one of the best things," he says. "When there are no words to describe what you're feeling."

Charlotte only smiles in response. However, their comfortable silence is broken when Isaac abruptly stops, his posture tense. "Iz? What is it?"

He briefly locks eyes with her and nods his head up ahead. "It's them," he responds.

She bites her lip at the uncertainty in his voice. "I take that it's not a good thing...?" Isaac shakes his head and breaks off into a run, her quick to follow him. As Charlotte pants for breath while she tries to keep up with his supernatural speed, her eyes dart around her in the hopes to spot one of the girls. Then in the distance she sees Allison with her bow in hand, the string drawn back. But when she finds where the bow is aimed at, her eyes widen in terror.

Lydia.

Her pace picks up and an inaudible gasp leaves her lips when the arrow flies through the air, straight toward Lydia who has frozen in fear. "Lydia, move!" Charlotte yells. Her held breath releases in relief once Isaac catches the arrow only inches from piercing through the girl's forehead. "Oh, thank fucking God," she murmurs to herself.

"Oh, my God!" Allison snaps out of her trance, her eyes darting between her recently joined friends and Lydia. "Oh, my God, Lydia."

Charlotte sends a sympathetic glance to the brunette as she stands in shock, the weapon dropping out of her grasp and onto the ground. "Are you okay?" she asks her sister.

"Yeah, but she isn't," Lydia quietly replies.

As they watch Allison's mouth open and close in shock, Charlotte slowly moves towards her. "It's okay, Alli," she tries to reassure her. "Kate's not here. You're safe."

Brown eyes meet her ocean ones, and Allison quickly nods. "Yeah, yep, I know." She sounds like she's desperately trying to convince herself.

Charlotte glances over her shoulder to Isaac and Lydia who are watching on with worry. "Do want me to drive you home?" After receiving a small nod in confirmation, she takes her girlfriend's hand.

Lydia smiles at the pair and waves a hand when her twin opens her mouth to speak. "It's okay, I've gotta get back to school and grab some books I left. You guys go, we took my car anyways."

Charlotte nods and gives her a gratefully smile. "Yeah, okay. Thanks." When Allison breaks away to hug Lydia, Isaac quickly walks over to his friend. She sighs. "I honestly can't thank you enough."

The boy shrugs. "It was nothing," he dismisses. "Just glad they're both okay."

She rolls her eyes and smacks his shoulder. "It wasn't nothing," she retorts firmly. "If you weren't here and it was just me... Lydia would most likely be dead. It wasn't nothing."

A small smile makes its way onto Isaac's lips. "Thanks. Do you want to be the one to tell Scott?"

Charlotte runs a hand down the side of her face as she sighs. "Shit... Yeah, I'll do it later, don't worry. Are you okay to get home on your own?"

Isaac glances over to Allison and Lydia who pulling out of an embrace, and he glances back to the teenager in front of him. "Yeah, it's okay," he tells her. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The entire ride to the Argent's block of apartments is silent. When her car finally stops, Charlotte softly sighs and turns the engine off. She turns to the dark-haired girl next to her. "You know that it wasn't your fault-"

"Yes it was!" Allison firmly interjects. "I almost killed Lydia! Your sister."

"But Isaac stopped it," Charlotte reminds her. "Okay? She's fine."

Allison finally meets her eyes with tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. "What if it happens again?" she questions quietly. "What if no one's there to stop it? What if it's you?"

Charlotte feels a fracture run through her heart at how Allison's voice cracks as she speaks the last question. She gently places a hand on her thigh and replies, "Then we better figure out how to prevent it from happening all together. We need to find a way to help you. All three of you."

After triple checking that the girl would be okay at home with her father, Charlotte begins the drive home with her phone on speaker to Scott. "Hold on, did you say at her head? She shot an arrow at her head?" he questions incredulously.

"Yeah, almost right through it. If Isaac wasn't there, Lydia would be dead," she grimly tells him.

"Shit," Scott murmurs.

"Oh yeah. Shit is right. And it seems to be Kate every time; it's not like she's seeing some random person. Scott, whatever's happening to the three of you... it's getting worse. A lot worse."

𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺