Louisa Lloyd

I wake up to the sound of a machine beeping and people talking. Is it okay if I say I don't recognize the voices? They're all male.

"She's been asleep for two days now!" The first, and loudest, voice says. "Do something!"

"I'm not the one who should be doing something!" A second voice responds. "And you shouldn't be here! You're a hunted man."

"Yeah, and whose fault is that?"

"I was panicking!"

"Guys..." A third, more controlled one, tries to catch their attention.

"It's your fault! You should've thought of something better!"

"Guys..."

"Oh, this is my fault now? You're the one creeping people out!"

"GUYS!"

There's silence in the room as the third voice shouts to finally shut them up.

"She's awake."

When these words leave his mouth, the other two walk to my side. One of them grabs my hand and caresses my fingers.

"Please wake up... We need you here Princess."

I want to move, I want to open my eyes and see who's here with me. But it's like someone is holding me back, my muscles don't obey me and it's frustrating. The voices plea for me to wake up but I can't. I whimper lowly and feel something inside my head stirring.

I turn my head to the side and open my eyes. Instead of the normal hospital I was expecting, I'm faced with the only thing I hate the most besides broccoli.

The Alpha.

But how do I know he's the Alpha? Who's this man? He has short light brown hair and a permanent smirk on his face. He is nothing like I pictured him to be. He looks...

Normal.

I don't remember standing up but I'm next to Stiles as we both stare at the man. When I look down at myself, something floats out of my body and I start trembling. That's when I understand I'm the thing that flew out of my own body. I look around and I'm still standing next to Stiles. But how's that possible if I'm here too?

Am I in two places at the same time right now?

That's not possible! I'm dreaming, I'm just dreaming. If I close my eyes I'll be back. Just do it!

I don't even move and the man starts talking to Stiles. I can't see anything else besides me, Stiles, the man and a car. It's a chilly night and the cold penetrates my bones.

Why is me over there wearing a formal dress?

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here."

"You turn into a giant monster with fangs and red eyes and you're not the bad guy?" The other me says. Does my voice really sound like that?

"I like you, Louisa. You too, Stiles. You have something in you. And since you helped me I'll give you something in return." He leans forward and nods at us. "Do you want me to bite you?"

"W-what?" Stiles and me stutter and stare at the man bewildered.

"Do you want the bite? If you don't die- and you could- you'll become like us." The man explains

"Like you." Stiles nudges me and I nod at him. It's so weird to watch.

"Yes. A werewolf. Do you need me to draw you a picture?"

He takes Stiles's wrist, causing the boy to flinch back. The man concentrates on Stiles and leaves me to watch the scene. The two of us, the two Louisa's, stare at them in apprehension.

"That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could easily have been you." He turns Stiles's shaking hand around so that the palm is facing him. "You'd be every bit as powerful as Scott. No more standing by his side watching him become stronger and quicker, more popular. Watching him get the girl."

He draws Stiles's hand closer to him. And this time he looks at her, well me, oh whatever, and smirks.

"You three will be equals. Or maybe more. Maybe for once in your life, you'll exceed expectations. Don't think I don't remember what you said that night, little Louisa. When you thought I was going to kill you. Before Scott and Derek got to you. You want to get stronger." He opens his mouth, exposing his fangs. He slowly guides Stiles's trembling hand up and toward his teeth. "I bit you that night at the school. And it changed you. What are you?"

He looks deep in thought before emerging back from his thoughts and looking back at Stiles.

"Yes. Or no?"

For a moment, Stiles stares at his open palm and truly struggles with the decision. But then he pulls back, hand slipping out of the man's grasp.

"I don't want to be like you." He says. "And neither does Lou."

"You know what I heard just then?" The man taunts me and Stiles. Or them. You know what I mean. "Your heart beating slightly faster over the words I don't want. You can believe you're telling me the truth. But you are lying to yourself. And Lou over here isn't normal anymore. Is she?"

The man turns for the car and a moment later, he's pulling out of the space, racing for the exit to the parking garage and leaving Stiles and I standing there alone, watching and wondering.

But I can't shake his words out of my head. He said I'm not normal anymore. What did he mean with that? I'm normal. I'm okay. I'm alive.

Right?

I gasp and feel the ground leaving the bottom of my feet. I fall back and scream loudly, arms and legs flying around, searching for a safe spot to land. I don't land. I don't stop falling. It's like an infinite hole, and I'm falling endlessly. No end in the horizon.

Arms wrap themselves around me as I fall. Don't ask me where I'm going because I don't know. All I know is that my arm hurts like someone is stabbing it with a knife over and over again.

"Calm down! We're here!" Someone says. But it doesn't help the pain and the horrifying feeling of falling aimlessly. "You're okay."

No I'm not. I'm not okay. What is happening to me?

"Louisa!" This time, the voice sounds more demanding and angry. I don't stop trashing around and screaming. I want to stop falling. "Stop!"

I scream until my lungs burn and the arms around my body untangle themselves from me. That's when the yells stop and I can finally land.

It doesn't hurt. I don't see or hear a thing. The only thing I can feel is my heart beating faster than usual. I can't explain this feeling. I've never felt like this before, so I don't have the words to express it. Just imagine a dark hole, all hope taken away from you. Now imagine falling inside one of those.

I don't think I'm going to stop falling.

•^•^•^•^•^•

"Is she awake?"

"She should be. Her heart beat is back to normal and there are no injuries in sight. She's fine."

"But why isn't she waking up?"

"I'm already awake, dumbasses."

I open my left eye and sigh. How long has it been since my weird dream? A day? A week? Or only a few hours?

They bombard me with questions as soon as they see my opened eye. Stiles is the one closest to me, Derek nowhere to be seen and Scott holding Isaac back. Scott sends me a look that says 'I don't know what happened to you, but at this point I'm too afraid to ask'.

"Hey." I catch their attention and they stop talking. Everyone but Isaac.

"What happened to her? I left her with you at the school and then, just a few hours later, get a call from the hospital? What have you done to her?"

"We didn't do anything." Scott starts and shoots me a glare. I get it. Stay silent. "It was Derek. You know that already. He was the one behind all of this."

Isaac turns to me and I can see the hurt behind his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you were living with Derek Hale?"

"I-I-"

"She didn't have a choice. And Derek didn't want anyone to know. He was probably keeping her there as a facade." Stiles sends Scott the meanest glare I've ever seen in his face.

"But you saw him?" I ask powerlessly. "You saw him hurt me?"

"No, but-"

"Then how can you acuse my best friend of such thing?" My voice starts rising and an apprehensive look appears on Scott's face. "He was the only one that took me in when I got here. How dare you say that about him? He is like a brother to me! Do you really think he would do something like that?"

"He is evil!"

"Who gave you the right to judge him?" I get up from my bed, ignoring the short hospital gown I'm wearing and the cold floor under my feet. "I don't know if you noticed it but you're just like him."

Scott and I stare intently at each other until Stiles takes Scott from the room and Isaac guides me back to my bed. He sits with me until one of the boys comes back. They don't.

"That was intense." He starts. "You really like Derek, don't you?"

"He was my first friend. Besides my siblings, of course. But he is not a bad man, you have to believe me!"

"If you say he's not a bad man, I believe you." He takes my hands in his and holds them tightly. "You're good, Lou. You're like this star that came into our lives and made them all better. You are the light that guides us."

My eyes start tearing up at his words. I don't consider myself a sentimental person but the way he describes me is too amazing. I don't deserve a guy like him.

"And I don't deserve a girl like you." He finishes and rests his forehead against mine, our noses touching. "But I want to. I want to deserve you."

"Isaac..."

He doesn't let me finish.

He covers my lips with his in a swift movement and his hands hold my waist tightly. I don't have time to think about the situation we're in. I only care about one think right now, and that thing is the feeling of Isaac's lips on mine.

He pulls away too fast and I send him a questioning look. He just smiles and kisses my forehead.

"You have to rest. I'll come back later."

When those words leave his mouth, a nurse comes into the room and makes me go back to bed. She is pretty. The nurse tells me her name is Melissa. Melissa has curly brown hair and brown eyes, a very pretty face and soft tanned skin.

She could be Scott's mom. 

"You'll feel dizzy and disoriented. It's okay, that is the normal reaction to the drugs. You have to rest so you can go back home tomorrow." She injects something on my vein. "Sweet dreams."

She leaves shortly after checking my blood pressure. Isaac is getting ready to leave as well and I can't stop him. My eyelids start getting heavier and heavier. I can't control what my body does now. I probably look like a lunatic with my mouth hanging open and eyes closed.

I sigh contently and feel a hand on my forehead.

"Adorable."

•^•^•^•^•^•

"Derek?" I call as I enter the house.

No one answers and I start running up the stairs to my room. I have to pack everything I brought with me, my school stuff and the teddy bear Derek bought me.

Yes, he gave me a teddy bear. It was a welcome home gift. And I love it. I'll always keep it with me.

"It's dangerous."

I turn around and the stuffed animal almost slips from my already shaky fingers. Derek stands by the door, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his shoulder leaning on the door.

"Excuse me?" I'm nervous.

How am I supposed to talk to him? I didn't think he wanted go see me. Scott was sure he would be mad at me for siding with them.

"You shouldn't be here. The hunters and the police are trying to find me. For various reasons..." He says while rubbing his hands across his face. "Scott will let you stay at his house, right?"

"How do you know that?" I stop putting clothes inside the bags and stare at him. "Wait, did you guys plan this?"

"Not the whole thing. I wasn't supposed to be leaving that school as a criminal. But I wanted you to have a normal house and live with someone who makes you happy. And I know Scott's your friend so-"

"You are my best friend!" I shout at him and, for the fourth time today, the tears start falling from my eyes. "Since day one. How am I supposed to live without you?"

"It doesn't mean you have to stop seeing me. It won't be as frequent as it was before but I'll still be here for you no matter what." He promises and helps me with packing. "I have to ask you something."

"What?" I grab my favorite Avenged Sevenfold shirt and stuff it inside my bag.

"That night at the school... Something happened to you." He says, getting closer to me. "Your blood doesn't smell the same and you're paler than usual."

I blink furiously. I don't understand what he's trying to tell me.

And Lou over here isn't normal anymore. Is she?

I cover my ears with my hands as the voice invades my mind. The world starts spinning and I'm taken away from the present. I travel back to the day I met Derek. Not when I came back to Beacon Hills. But the day I met Derek for the first time. When I was a little kid.

It frightens me to see little me playing in a sand box outside the Hale house. Or our house, because I lived there as well. He sits next to me and starts paying with my little shovel.

Those two look so happy playing there. So carefree and young. Not the worry-filled Derek I grew to love. Not the shy Lou I turned out to be.

Then, a woman in her late thirties opens the door of the house and steps outside. I can't see her face, just her silhouette. Then her mouth starts focusing and it starts moving as it curves into a smile when she sees the two kids playing. But it quickly disappears when she looks at me.

Not little me. Me, Louisa. Like, the me I am right now. The me standing away from the people here, just watching. The woman frowns and before leaving whatever this is, I recognize her as my own mother.

What is happening to me?

"Lou, princess are you alright?"

I come back from the land of the dead and see Derek kneeling next to my fallen figure. I lay in the ground, my head on a pillow and Derek inspecting me thoroughly.

"I'm fine."

"You fell. You passed out, hell, I don't know!" Derek helps me to my feet. "There's something wrong with you. Pack your bags, I'm taking you to Deaton's."

I fold the rest of my clothes and follow him downstairs. Scott is already waiting for me near Stiles' jeep. Looks like they're all here to take me to the doctor. Great...

"Ready to find out what's happening to you?"

"Why is everyone asking me that?"

No one tries to answer until Stiles throws his hands up and slams his door close. "Because the Alpha bit you and you're not a werewolf."

Stiles avoids my gaze from that very moment. And I don't try to speak again.

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IT HAPPENED GUYS! Finally, I was like 'should I do it?' But then I started writing and it just happened.
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