Changing Patterns

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    The woman nods frantically and is released, her hands catch her throat as soon as she falls to her knees. Coughing as the cracks in her skin slowly retract and heal into nothing. Derek growls and struggles to his feet. In a second the first man, Samuel, kicks into the alphas back and sends him flighing across the living room and into the tv. The tv shatters and sprays across the living room floor, multiple screams and yells filling the air.

    "Derek!" Stiles yells before Samuel leans down and pulls on his hair, jerking his head back.

    "Shut up." He demands. Then turning to the rest of the living room, the pack. "SHUT UP!!" He yells voice distorted by a hiss. The room falls quiet.

    "It's said to be rumor." Deatons voice starts. The leader joining stiles in front of the living room to stare at the vet. "Once in three lifetimes will you meet a vampire. And here, in the old Hale Mansion living room, there are five. Should we feel honored or terrified by your presence?"

    "Deaton." Derek warns as he climbs up and pulls a large shard of glass from the back of his shoulder.

    "Are you alright Derek?" Cora asks worriedly. The closest person to him as she leans with her hands supporting her at her sides.

    "Fine." He gruffs put with a pained wince as he makes his way to his sisters side, gripping her shoulder and holding himself up. "Is everyone alright?" He asks louder.

Isaac raises a thumb with a rough answer, "healing." Aiden reaches him, nods and pats his back gently while Scott ,trapped under the final member of the attacking squads boot, finally gives up on trying to push off the man's foot.

"I think Scott just gave up for the first time ever." Stiles starts. "Scott; werewolf, true alpha, optimistic, guy who always finds another way. Okay. So who did it, who shifted reality cause if this fucked version of life is happening then somethings wrong." Lydia finally speaks after stiles speech.

At first a snort, and then a chuckle, and finally a laugh. A full blown laugh with gasping breaths and lurching of the stomach. "Stiles." She states as her breath finally finds her again. "Honey-"

"Mr. Mama bear." Allison chips like a bird, adding her addition to Lydia's words. A small chuckle in her words as another low laugh comes from Lydia.

"Mr. Mama bear." Lydia continues as she meets his eyes, Stiles's brown risen in confusion and lips ajar as he watches her.

"I'm missing an inside joke between you two." He snaps with no real anger before wincing at the hard smack to the back of his head.

"What about shut it do you not get." Samuel hisses behind stiles with real anger.

"I'm curious, well, your all curious- weird! Sorry your all weird." King says as he looks over the smirking women of the pack.

"Make that three." Cora slyly says, continuing the prior conversation and all but ignoring the vampires in the room. "Hey Erica, remember last Thursday?" She asks whipping her head to the other girl.

Erica's smile creeps onto her lips as she lowers her bright pink cut up shirt to cover a nearly completely healed wound. She nods as she answers, "hell yes! Oh god please tell me!?"