Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2015 06:33:48 -0500
From: Jase Cox <jasecoxstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Dark Nites

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the MTV show "Teen Wolf" and ABC Family's "The Fosters". The story does
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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.