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The ground screamed in fear. The trees quivered as their branches twisted and turned at the control of the wind. Tonight was not a pretty night to live in San Diego or any area of California really. The storm stretched from the southern tip to the border of Oregon. It honestly seemed as if the state was being murdered by Mother Nature. The rain ran down the streets, and into the storm drains. With the drains being full, there was nowhere else of it to go but out. With the trees shaking, several of them fell, and when they did, they fell on houses, power lines and everything in between. The entire state of California had lost its power, and now was the perfect time for the monsters of the night to unleash whatever fiery they had inside of them.
Scott couldn't relax. He had never experienced a storm with so much power, and being in Beacon Hills, he knew the storm was most likely a calling to something else. Scott hated living in Beacon Hills, but he knew he couldn't go anywhere else. There was too much going on for him to leave his pack and run away like a cowardly dog. He kept his body still as he stood in his bedroom. He tried to use his werewolf hearing abilities, but he didn't or he couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. Scott was trained to be on high alert when things like this happened. Beacon Hills was a Beacon to the supernatural, so he honestly didn't have a choice.
Sleep was the only thing Scott wanted. Between dealing with his pack, school, and his own personal issues, Scott didn't know how to sleep. His mind never stopped. In the late hours of the night, he'd find himself fishing for thought about any and everything. Scott felt his eyes twitching, and he tried his best to keep them open, but the last time he'd had a good nights sleep was days ago. The quality of his senses lessened, and he slowly fell to the floor of his room. If anything strange happened, he'd sense and wake up ready to defend-at least that's what he thought.
Kira grinned at the glow she was responsible for. She loved it when the lights went out. Her body illuminated perfectly to the darkness, and she could do nothing but smile and grin at her power. Yes, she had the power to return the power to her house, but she didn't want to. She wanted to enjoy the blue tint that was cast off of her body. The young girl walked around her house until she found the study. She wasn't one to read, but during times like this, she enjoyed catching up on her history and heritage.
She entered the room, and she quickly took a seat on a small chair. She reached forward to grab a book, and she began to laugh when she saw the cover. It was a book about her heritage and history, but it was full of lies. She knew she wasn't going to find a book about her true heritage, but the fiction written by some Hollywood nutjob would have to do. She pulled the book closer to her body, and she wasted no time in opening it where she last left off.
Tears rolled down Liam's face. He'd never experienced anything like this. His anger disorder was flaring badly and his emotions were all over the place. He had no idea how to react to the storm. He tried to keep his wolf attributes stable, but that was kind of impossible to do with the full moon being out. Every ten seconds, his eyes would flash between yellow and brown. Liam hated being a werewolf, but he knew that that was what saved his life. Liam forced his claws into his hands. That was the only way to keep from hurting someone. He felt his body falling to the ground. He didn't know how to handle any of the problems he'd been presented with.
Stiles jumped at the crack of thunder. He was beyond terrified, but he tried to keep up a front for Malia. The shewolf was laying beside her boyfriend, and she couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. He was such a baby, but he was her baby. She moved closer to him, and she wrapped her arms around him. She wanted him to know that nothing was going to happen to him. She'd experienced things a lot worse than this, and she knew how to handle herself in the situation. She pressed her body into his back, and he she felt his body relax. She loved knowing that she could get Stiles to relax. She twisted her legs so that they were entwined with Stiles's legs, and she couldn't help but smile when he allowed the move to happen.
Lydia screamed as she ran through town. She'd seen this very day happening, but she thought they had more time. She felt the wetness of the water overtake her body, and she couldn't stop herself from moving. She knew that if she didn't move someone was going to die. She turned her head as she ran, and she could only see one thing. The monster was seven feet tall, and she didn't know how to describe the creature. The only thing she could see in the dark night was the creature's fangs. Lydia didn't know what the creature was, but she certainly didn't want to find out. Running so quickly, Lydia soon found herself at the Namatau. Standing in the center of the forest, Lydia unleashed her loudest scream yet.
The scream was so loud, it awoke Scott, Stiles and Malia. Kira felt the scream through her mind, and she quickly stopped reading. Liam heard the scream, and he began to worry even more. Not only did the supernatural of Beacon Hills hear the scream, but it was so loud that residents of Anchor Beach heard the scream as well.
Connor jumped up from his slumber. Sweat was dripping from his face, and he couldn't explain it. He'd been hearing voices and strange things for year now, but he'd never heard anything as strong as this one. He looked through the darkness that was his room, and he wished Jude was with him. Jude made everything better. For the first time in a while, the teenager was scared. He didn't know how he was supposed to react to the sound, but he knew it wasn't good. Connor swiped his hand against his forehead, and he began to calm himself. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew he had to tell somebody. Things were getting too serious now.
Wyatt screamed. He felt Lydia's scream, but he was a bit preoccupied to deal with it. He turned his head down to his boyfriend, and he couldn't help but smile at how he looked between his legs. He and Brandon had been together for seven months now, and he wouldn't trade those seven months for anything. He loved the black haired music genius with everything he had, and he knew they would be together for together. Wyatt closed his eyes, and only moaned as he felt Brandon's mouth moving up and down. He loved the feelings, and he didn't want it to stop.
Brandon continued to move up and down, and he didn't stop until he felt his boyfriend's exlir coming upstream. He kissed the tip before swallowing. Brandon pulled away, and he climbed up onto Wyatt's chest. He lowered his lips to his lover's and he quickly placed a peck to his lips. He loved everything about the blonde, and he never wanted anything to come between them. Brandon rolled over to his side of the bed, and he stopped when he heard the shriek.