Scott McCalls Baby Sister

| Chapter Four | Scary |

After we shook off all that had happened, we went back to looking for Scott's inhaler.

"... I hope he left my inhaler. Those things cost like eighty bucks." Scott mumbled in response to Stiles.

Then I noticed Stiles have a little freak out moment, and I turned around to see...

"D!" I scream and run towards him, only to be held back by Stiles. I see Derek suppress a smile.

Everyone starts to talk, but I can't focus. But this is different from last time.

I can smell amazing food nearby, and hear a deer munching on grass. Squirrels climbing trees, birds chirping and I can even smell a lake nearby. I begin to hear a thumping sound. Confused, I look around trying to pin-point the sound.

I look at Stiles. A very fast 'thu-thump' can be heard from him. Then I look at Derek to hear a very paced version of it. My brothers 'Thu-thump' is rising by the moment.

It their heart beat.

My nose twitches, and I rub it with my hand slightly. I let out a small gasp as I see tiny sharp nails where my short, perfectly filed, ones used to be.

I quickly hide my hands by wrapping my small arms around myself, making a fist and slipping them beneath my armpits. I noticed D looking at me worriedly, before concealing himself and turning his attention back to Scott.

He throws Scott his inhaler and walks away.

"Dude! That was Derek Hale." Stiles tells my brother excitedly.

I slip out one of my hands out and look at it. The nails are still there..

What's happening to me?

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Once we get home, I run straight to my room. Scott doesn't notice my weird behavior, luckily.

I pull out my small mirror, and check to see if anything else is different. I guess luck is on my side yet again, because the only thing that's unnatural is my nails, still.

I sigh in relief and jump on my bed, exhausted. Too much going on for a little girl. I'm only three, how could a wolf bite and freaky nails happen to a young kid like me?

With worried thoughts, I drift to sleep...

Eleanor.

I turn around, looking around at the white powder falling, and crystallized grass that was surrounding me. Across the field, I see someone watching me.

With curiosity, I walk toward the person.

Blair.

"Blair, what are you doing in my dreams?" I ask.

That's when it hits me.

I'm dreaming.

Which is weird, because I don't usually know I'm dreaming when I am.

I look down at myself. My legs are a lot longer. So are my arms. Also, my hair. I feel different, too.

I'm older.

"I warned you." Blair said.

"What?" I ask.

She takes a step forward, she's older, too. She places a hand on my shoulder.

"Stay away from Kate Argent." She says.

I head a chuckle behind me, but when I turn around, everything starts to spiral, and I pass out.