Teen Wolf Legacy

“Oh, I have chosen a girl, have I?”

“Oh, I meant, ah, ah figure of speech, where I’m, um-”

“Come here, cherie. There are sweeting things to do in the moonlight than dance.”

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“Lydia! Let’s go! If we show up late, they will be out of free poison punch and we’ll have to actually pay for our drinks. We both know how fun costume parties are sober.”

As they were prone to doing, one night Lydia’s feet carried their owner to a strange place without her knowing. They brought her to the First National Bank of Beacon Hills.

Lydia could only remember leaving school and then there were hours missing from her day until she was standing outside the vault. When she got there, a girl’s screams snapped Lydia out of her revery. Lydia looked up to find a familiar blonde lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

The blonde was Erica.

Lydia was shocked into paralysis. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak. All she could think when she saw Erica’s lifeless body was, “God, no. Not her… Please, not her.”

With her last bit of energy, Erica reached out to Lydia. The unexpected movement sparked Lydia into action. She ran forward and took Erica’s hand in her own. She ran her other hand through the blonde girl’s hair and whispered the most comforting words she could manage. She stayed like that as Erica’s shallow breaths grew weaker and further apart.

It wasn’t until Erica’s ragged breathing ceased and the vault fell quiet that Lydia allowed herself to cry. Only then did she allow herself to weep for Erica. For her lost love.

and i wish i could make my move i can tell that you’re really into me and i don’t got a thing to lose, in my dreams

“I appreciate a well-dressed woman with a beautiful gun.”  

“Flattery will get you nowhere. That kill is mine.

forget we dont get on