At night. After spending some time at the bowling alley.
Inside a mansion next to the Martins'.
In the living room, specifically.
In front of a fireplace: there's a leather armchair, noticeably placed far away, so the firelight doesn't reach it. Only darkness, a disturbing darkness, but for the one sitting there, it's the most calming thing in the world.
Only his eyes could be seen, and they seemed sufficient to illuminate the darkness.
A pair of red eyes… red like blood.
The one sitting there is a man. A man whose mere presence seemed to fill the entire house.
Suddenly, a breeze passed through the chimney. It caused some sparks from the fire to drift lightly toward where he was, partially revealing his face.
The expression he wore was one of absolute calm, as if everything was going according to plan. As if everything was in the palm of his hand…
With his legs crossed, he slowly swirled his glass of wine before drinking from it.
"It's time."
A predatory smile formed on his face.
A few hours earlier, while at the bowling alley with the teenagers, not much had happened.
In fact, it was almost exactly like in the series. Jhon's interventions were minimal — he just made a few jokes here and there and everything was fine.
Of course, the relationship between Scott and Jackson was as shitty as ever, with Jackson harassing the poor kid about what "steroids" he must have taken to get so good at lacrosse.
He even tried asking Jhon what kind of surgery he'd had done. All it took was one look for the bully to shut up.
All of this made him realize how boring it could be to wait for everything to happen at its own pace. Yes, just as humans change their minds about anything, Jhon wasn't necessarily the exception.
So…
Why not speed things up?
Standing up from his chair, he set his glass down on a small side table.
He adjusted his jacket slightly, then ran a hand through his hair.
"Let's give birth to a Banshee."
Another breeze passed through the room.
As if it were a sign. The breeze finished passing.
Jhon disappeared in a flash.
Only the mansion's front door remained open… until it closed by itself.
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Video 2☆C store
Late night — 11 PM
A car parked outside the store. It was black, small. The kind of car commonly used by women.
But that wasn't the important part.
The important part was who was inside.
"I already told you that's the best one." Lydia said, rolling her eyes while applying lipstick.
"No! Lydia, I'm not watching *Pasión de Gavilanes* again!"
"I told you the basketball one is the best!"
Lydia just stared at him. As if her gaze alone was enough to shut him up.
"I said we're watching that one, Jackson."
"No way!"
10 seconds later.
Inside the store.
"Hiii! Is anyone here?"
"Do you have Pasión de Gavilanes?" he shouted again, looking around.
Jackson was wearing a black jacket and simple jeans that matched perfectly.
Right now he was chewing gum, though his angry face clearly showed he didn't want to be there.
No answer. Nobody.
"Seriously?" His expression was completely blank.
Who leaves a store open in the middle of the night? Weren't they even afraid of getting robbed?
Seeing that no one responded, he decided to walk through the aisles.
He passed one shelf, then another. "I can't find shit," he cursed under his breath.
How was it so hard to find a movie like that in these sections? Jackson had no idea.
Suddenly.
The atmosphere went from apathetic silence… to unsettling silence.
Feeling the change, Jackson frowned.
"Is someone finally here?" he asked. No answer.
Still, while walking, he noticed something.
Right in front of him was something strange — something that definitely wasn't strawberry juice.
A red liquid began seeping from under one of the shelves, spreading quickly as if it were fresh.
"What the fuck…?" muttered the lacrosse captain.
With some nervousness, he looked around the side of the shelf.
What he saw made his eyes widen in absolute terror. His face turned white as snow.
It seemed the person who worked there hadn't just left the store for no reason — no, they simply weren't capable of responding anymore.
Their entire face was torn to shreds. Guts spilled out. Their expression frozen in agony.
"¡WH-"
He didn't manage to scream.
BOOM
CRAACK
As something left the store.
In the car.
"Tam tam… turun~" Lydia was humming her music.
She had her earbuds in. Still fixing her lips.
Women really do take forever with that!
"Lydia…" A whisper reached her ear.
Which didn't make sense — how could she hear anything while focused on her music?
She brushed off the thought.
She took out her phone and started taking selfies. She looked gorgeous!
Stiles would definitely lose it.
And yet…
"Scream… Lydia." She heard the whisper again. This time clearer.
She pulled out her earbuds, frowning.
"Jackson?" she called, thinking it was a prank.
But now that she didn't have them in… it was even louder.
Her camera was still pointed at her face.
"SCREAM." The voice came closer. Louder. Enough to finally scare her.
"Jackson! Jackson!" She started frantically unbuckling her seatbelt. In this moment of panic, she could only think about her boyfriend, who could "guarantee" her safety.
She didn't let go of her phone. Now it was pointed toward the store.
"SCREAM!" The voice sounded more urgent now. As if screaming would save her from something.
Lydia's breathing became ragged. Her hands shook with fear.
She finally got the seatbelt off.
Hastily, she jumped out of the car.
"Who's there?!" she yelled into the air, looking all around.
If she weren't so skeptical, she might actually think it was a ghost.
Unfortunately, she didn't look straight ahead carefully enough.
That was the moment.
CRACCKKK
The store's glass shattered.
A massive creature stepped out of it. Easily over 2 meters tall. Almost like Jhon's wolf form.
Except this one had madness etched into its monstrous face. Its blood-red eyes gave it away.
"GRRAAAOORRRR"
A blood-curdling roar came from its mouth. Fangs bared.
Its fur black as the void itself.
And it wasn't a mountain bear. Definitely not a lion.
No. It was a wolf. An **Alpha** wolf.
Those same claws rushed toward Lydia's neck with terrifying speed. Fear and shock frozen on the girl's face.
"SCREAM!" It was no longer a whisper. This time it was an order.
As if something had been triggered inside her, her pupils dilated. Her eyes widened.
An overwhelming urge to scream began pouring out from deep within her.
The wolf was mere centimeters from her throat…
It tore into her neck.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHKYAAAAAAAAA"
Lydia screamed with all her strength.
BOOOM
Sonic waves exploded from her throat, blasting toward the wolf that was attacking her.
The wolf was thrown backward, slamming into the concrete.
"ROAARR!"
It roared in fury. The shockwaves kept hitting its body. It was being held back.
Lydia was slowly losing blood. Her skin grew paler. Her eyes heavy.
Gradually, the scream began to lose power.
She dropped to her knees, strength leaving her.
She was left there alone, struggling to breathe in shallow gasps.
The Alpha, far from feeling defeated… felt challenged.
"GRRRAAAAARRRRR"
It prepared to lunge again.
A black blur arrived running at that exact moment.
BOOM
A fist smashed straight into the wolf's snout.
Jhon had arrived.
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