It was a group decision to text Stiles to meet them at their motel room.

Alexia had tried to contact Isaac too, even Boyd. They weren't answering their phones, they were nowhere to be found. Putting things together, it wasn't that hard to realize that they were the targets. Scott too.

"Thank god," Stiles gasped, "where have you been?"

"Where have you been?" Lydia replied.

"Whatever." He shook his head, getting to the point, "Scott is weird. Like weirder than his usual weird."

"Maybe be a little more specific?" Allison asked, "Weird how?"

"Agressive weird." Stiles explained, "Last time I saw him act like this it was on a full moon."

Alexia took a deep breath as she decided that it was for the best that she told them about her encounter with Scott earlier. Her premonition warned her that keeping secrets and lying would only lead to death, she wasn't willing to risk anyone's lifes, especially not Scott's.

"I know. He was kind of aggressive with me too. I mean, he definitely wasn't himself."

"When did that happen?" Allison glanced at her sister, suspicious.

"When you were taking a shower. He was there, in our room." She replied, looking down after.

The raiven-haired girl accused, "You said it was nothing when I asked you, Lexi."

"It was nothing. I thought it was nothing. It's-."

"How many more lies have you been telling?" Allison spat, "How many more secrets?!"

"Girls, let's take it easy." Lydia intervened, "There's no time for this."

"There is time if Lexi's lies are covering the solution!"

"They're not! The only thing I know is that Scott's dying tonight if we don't stop this!" Alexia snapped, desesperation present on her voice, "That's all I know! I just see people dying!"

Everyone was wordless, silence taking over the environment.

Allison was taken aback by her sister's tone more than her words. She had never heard Alexia talking like that, losing control like that. It shut up her jealously, cause' that was what was going on with Allison - how jealous she was of Alexia and Scott. How stupid.

Stiles broke the silence first, coughing before talking, "Actually, Boyd was a little off too. He just put his fist through the vending machine."

"See?! This is motel!" Lydia exclaimed, trying to finally convice her friends, "Either we get the hell out of here or Alexia's vision or whatever is going to actually happen!"

Stiles stopped her, "Wait. What if it's not just the motel? You said the numbers went up by three, right?"

"Yeah."

"Like three sacrifices, we thought that too." Alexia sighed.

"What if it's three werewolves?" Stiles concluded.

"Scott, Isaac and Boyd." Allison glanced at her sister, "Just like you said."

"Maybe we were meant to come here." Stilinski stated.

"Exactly! So can we leave now, please?" Lydia cried out.

Stiles' eyes travelled to the Bible on Lydia's hand, and he snatched it, "Let me see that."

He opened the binding and revealed a newspaper between the pages. Alexia approached the boy, peeking over his shoulder.

"Twenty-eight years old man hangs himself at the infamous Glenn Capri," Stiles read.

Lexi breathed out, "Oh my god, why would they keep suicide articles in here?"

"Check this two." Allison pointed, "Both occurred in room 217."

"That's our room." Alexia gasped, "What if this is every single suicide that happened here?"

"If each room has a Bible..." Lydia theorized, "There must be a report in every room."

"Most places leave a mint on a pillow," Stiles sarcastically commented, "this one keeps record of all the horrible deaths."

"What if the room next to us had the one about that couple?" Lydia hoped, with tears.

Stiles was the first to rush through the door. The girls looked at each other before taking off after him. They found Stiles' trying to open the door, now locked. They eyed each other confused, just twenty minutes ago it was unlocked.

"That was unlocked before..." Lydia murmured.

"You know what? Fuck this." They all looked over to Alexia for her language, "We need to get Scott, Boyd and Isaac out of here before they leave this place in back bags!"

They nodded, forgetting the suicidal couple for now. But a low buzzing stopped them on their way. They all faced each other.

"I wasn't the only one hearing that was I?" Lydia asked, slightly scare.

"Definitely not." Allison replied, "Was it a handsaw?"

"A handsaw?!" Stiles' eyes widened, "Are you kidding me?"

They walked back, finding themselves in front of the door again. Alexia tried to smack the door open, knowing something was very wrong in there. Stiles pushed her to the side, gently, and slammed his body against the door roughly, causing it to finally open.

It was Ethan standing in the middle of the room, with the handsaw going for his stomach.

"No! Ethan, no!" Stiles shouted, "Don't!"

Before anyone could process what was happening, Stiles was already flying across the room. He managed to get a hold of the handle, his face inches away from the saw.

Alexia, without hesitating, found herself rushing to Stiles to help him. It wasn't something she had to think through, her hands grabbing Ethan's body, trying to keep him away from the saw. But Ethan was too strong, his elbow hitting Alexia in the forehead, a wound bleeding immediately. But she didn't give up, Alexia manage to make her eye glow blue, a shout echoing in the room, even tho it wouldn't be enough to fight him.

"Ethan stop!"

Lydia finally pulled out the plug. Stiles finally took the handsaw from Ethan's hands, then backing away with Alexia by his side. Their eyes widened when the sound of claws slicing through the air is heard, and they faced Ethan again, his claws sinking into the sides of his stomach as Ethan let out a painful cry.

Alexia and Stiles rushed to him once again, wrapping their hands around each of Ethan's wrists, fighting to keep them away from his body. But two teenagers with ordinary strength against a werewolf Alpha could only go wrong. As Ethan freed himself, his hand slammed against the heater in front of him, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

"What happened?" Ethan looked around, confused.

Alexia let out a painful and tired sigh, falling to the ground. She was still trying to process what had happened too but the sharp pain on her forehead was demanding too much of her.

Ethan didn't wait for an actual answer, rushing to the door, leaving the teenagers calling for him. Ethan just looked over his shoulder, buttoning his shirt back up.

"Didn't you hear what I said?! I don't know how I got there!"

"Well, you could be a bit more helpful!" Stiles accused, "We did just saved your ass." ~

"Then maybe you shouldn't have." Ethan replied, before walking out.

Allison looked behind her, now noticing Alexia leaning against the wall on the floor. She hadn't realized the wound on her sister's forehead until that moment.

She rushed to her, "My god, Lexi, your head..."

"I'm ok..." Alexia pushed Allison's hand away softly, "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." Stiles was now looking at her too, "You should-."

"We have to find them." She supported her weight on the wall, her head killing her but she still managed to stand up, "We should split up."

"I'll go find Scott and you three look for Isaac and Boyd." Allison proposed.

"Alone?" Lydia frowned, "We're four. Shouldn't Alexia go with you?"

Allison didn't say anything else, she just walked out on them, leaving Stiles and Lydia to look at Alexia weirdly, mostly confused at her sister's attitude.

"What?" She looked between them, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"We don't..."

"Oh, come on, guys!" Alexia rolled her eyes.

"Are you two ok?" Stiles gestured.

"I have no idea, actually." She shrugged, confused too.

"Maybe it's because you are keeping secrets and lying." Lydia spoke up, receiving her accusing look, "What? It's true. I told you this would happen."

"Let's just... focus on finding Isaac and Boyd now." Stiles told them, "Let's go."

They made their way outside the room, climbing down the stair. They knew Isaac and Boyd were on room 221, they could just hope they would still be there.

"You know, we've seen this happening before."

"When?" Lydia questioned Stiles.

Alexia's head travelled to that night, when she encountered her dead parents who told her the horrible things she spent weeks trying to push out of her mind.

"Your birthday party." Alexia stated.

"What do you mean?" The strawberry blonde frowned.

When you poisoned all of us with wolfs bane." Stiles ironically replied, "Remember?"

"Let's just..." Alexia intervened, "Focus on the task."

They were crossing the patio now, dark settling around them.

"Did you hear that?" Lydia called their attention.

"Not again." Lexi muttered to herself, adding louder after, "No. What is it, Lyds?"

Suddenly, Lydia bows down. Stiles glanced at Alexia confused as to what Lydia was doing as they watched the strawberry blonde girl press the side of her head against the gutter.

"Don't you hear that?"

"Water?" Stiles returned.

"It's a baby." Lydia numbled, horrified, "They're drowning the baby."

A click happened on Alexia's head right away, "Someone is drowning!"

"What?" Stiles turned to her, confused.

"I've learn to interpret Lydia's signs by now." Alexia quickly explained, "We need to go!"

They rushed to the room 221, desesperated. Stiles slammed the door open once again, not losing any time - they were running out of it already. They scanned the room fast enough to find Boyd in the bathroom, under water with a safe on top of him, drowning.

"Boyd, my god!" Alexia stuffed her hand inside the bathtub, trying to reach for the drain, but failing to open it, "He blocked it with something!"

"What do we do?" Lydia asked, panicking.

"Help me with this, Lexi!" Stiles requested, already positioning himself to grab the safe, "We have to take this out of him."

Alexia moaned painfully when grabbing it and pulling it, the pain on her forehead extending beyond her head; she could feel the drops of blood running down on the right side of her face. But she kept pulling the safe, saving Boyd was what mattered at the moment.

"Is he dead? How long can a werewolf stay under water?" Lydia wondered.

"Do you think I know?!" Stiles cried out.

It was impossible to save him that way, they were too weak.

Stiles sighed frustated, backing away, letting out a cry of pain when he slammed his hand on the heater on the wall. Just like Ethan had.

"Wait." Alexia opened a small smile, "Ethan burned his hand too."

"Yeah... He snapped out of it when he did." Stiles agreed, "Heat does that!"

"Fire!" She nodded repeatedly.

"But he is under water." Lydia stated.

"The bus!" Stiles exclaimed, "The flares!"

"Yes, they burn under water!" The strawberry blonde girl confirmed, "Go get them!"

Stiles didn't lose time, rushing out the door.

The two girls stayed behind, Alexia scanning the bathroom to search for something she could do, but there was nothing. The flares really were their last chance.

Suddenly, agonizing breath was heard.

"Did you hear that?" Lydia looked behind her, at the room.

"Yeah," Alexia replied, stepping out of the bathroom, "where is it from?"

"Under the bed, I think."

"Ok..." She swallowed, gathering all the courage, "I'll check it out."

Lydia stayed back, watching as Alexia bowed down, pulling up the bedspread slowly, her wounded forehead touching her white jeans - why would she even wear white jeans to go to a Lacrosse meeting, while following a bunch of werewolves.

A sigh of relieve left her mouth, not only because it wasn't the Darach waiting for her under the bed but because it was Isaac, at least she knew he was ok now.

"Isaac," Alexia wasn't seeing him clearly, the pain and the dizziness clouded her vision, "its ok. It's me, it's Lexi. You're ok."

The blonde boy curled up more, afraid of her.

"It's Isaac?" Lydia questioned to be sure.

"Yes." Alexia had to put her hand on top of the bed to stand, almost falling down when she finally did, Lydia rushing to her worriedly, "I'm fine, just a headache."

"Are you sure?" Lydia looked down to her friend's now bloodied jeans, and then to the wound, it did not look good, "It doesn't look fine at all, Lexi."

"I'll take care of it as soon as we stop this."

Stiles bursted through the motel room, interrupting them, panicking about not knowing how to open the flare. Lydia approached him, unlocking it with a combination.

They rushed to the bathroom, Stiles put the flare under water, allowing it to burn Boyd. They realized it worked when Boyd pushed the safe out of him, and if it wasn't for Lydia, Alexia would have a lot more to treat at the hospital than just a cut on the forehead.

"Thank god," She breathed, then remembering about the boy under the bed, "Isaac is here too." She turned to Stiles, "Give me the flare."

Stiles handed her the flare, Alexia taking it right away. She made her way to her earlier spot, bowing down again and peeking under the bed, now with the flare on her hand.

"Isaac, it's ok. I have something to help you."

When she finally touched him with it, the werewolf let out a cry of pain. It hurt Alexia to do such a thing, but it was what was best for him. It was the only option, at the moment.

Now something else was worrying Alexia, she was just hoping that Allison had managed to find Scott and snap him out of it too. Because if she hand't, then Alexia's premonition could still happen. And she would never forgive herself if she couldn't stop it.

"You don't seem ok either." Isaac approached her, worried, "We should take care of that."

"No," She shook her head, regretting right after, "not yet. We still have to find Scott."

"Maybe after this very traumatic experience, you'll finally tell him how you feel."

Alexia let out a chuckle that covered her fear, "If we make it, I might."

Stiles and Lydia approached them, ready to go look for Allison and Scott. With a worried sigh, Alexia left Isaac and Boyd behind, and followed her friend out of the room. They had to find Scott, he had to be around somewhere. She couldn't be too late again.

They found themselves running into Allison, "I can't find Scott anywhere!"

"We have to get another flare." Alexia warned, "It's the only way to stop him."

Stiles already rushing to the bus assured, "I'll get it!"

Of course, Stilinski doesn't go far. When they reached the patio, a terrifying sight took place in front of them; a sight all too familiar to Alexia. There stood Scott McCall, drenched in gasoline, she was sure, the last flare burning in his hand, just like Alexia predicted.

She couldn't believe she was too late again.

Now all she had was the fear of losing someone she loves, arising from thantophobia. Of not being able to save him.

"Scott?" Alexia gasped.

He finally looked up towards his friends, a painful expression written across his face, "There is no hope."

"What? There is always hope." Allison tried to remind him.

"Not for me." Scott replied, his tone showing that he felt like he had nothing else to hold on to, his tone so painful it made Alexia's eyes be filled with tears, "Not for Derek."

"What happened with Derek wasn't your fault, Scott!" Stiles shouted.

"Stiles is right, Scott." Alexia took a step forward, slowly, "It may have been my fault, but it sure as hell wasn't yours. You know it wasn't yours, Scott."

He refused to make eye contact with her, "Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worst. People keep getting hurt, getting killed."

Stiles' voice echoed, "This isn't you, Scott. This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Do you hear me?"

"What if this is really me?" Scott quickly replied, "What if it is just me? What if me doing this is the best for everyone."

Alexia felt tears running down her face, she was controlling herself so she wouldn't sob, but she wanted to. She was crying for him, for them.

"It was started the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that, Stiles? You and me? We were nothing." Scott cried softly, "We weren't popular. We weren't good at Lacrosse... We weren't important. We were no one." It was the next words that made Alexia snap, the same words she heard back in her premonition, "Maybe I should go back to being no one again. No one at all."

"You're not no one, Scott." Alexia stepped forward, ignoring Lydia's cries begging her to not get too close; she had to get too close, it was the only way, "You're someone."

Alexia takes a moment to replay her prediction in her head, it warned her what would save Scott, she just had to look for the solution. Lydia had been warning about it too. It was her hidden feelings for Scott that killed him on her premonition. It was the lies.

She took another step forward, Stiles warning her, "Lexi..."

"Listen, I need you too." Alexia answered the question he made her while pressing against the wall earlier that night, even tho he wasn't himself then, "You're important to me. I have seen you die a million times, I have lost you too many times... Don't you seen I can't lose you?"

"You're better off without me, Lexi."

"No! No, I am not! That's why I kissed you!" She blurted out, her tired eyes finding his slightly wide ones now, "It wasn't to heal you, I thought I was gonna lose you."

Alexia loved him, and he probably loved her too. Maybe different kind of loves, but they did love each other, but here was the tragedy: it wasn't enough. Alexia was allowed to stain her fingers to the bone holding him together in that moment, but she wasn't allowed to save him.

She took another step forward, now stepping into the pool of gasoline. It was too late to back away now. Alexia reached for his free hand, interlacing their fingers. She looked up to his eyes, they were both crying silently.

"You're gonna have to take me with you, Scott."

"Alexia what are you doing?" Lydia cried out.

Alexia looked over her shoulder, "Doing what you told me!" And she faced Scott again, letting out the breath she had been holding, before telling him, "I love you, Scott. So if you're gonna do this... you're gonna have to take me with you."

She began to pull with her other hand the red flare out of Scott's grasp, his body trembling feverishly. Alexia's heart racing as she took it completely out of his grasp, tossing it behind her and away from the gasoline's pool.

Alexia sighed relieved, "Thank you."

"No!"

Lydia's scream echoed through the patio as she sprint into the puddle, wrapping her arms around Scott and Alexia, shoving them out of the gasoline's pool. Allison and Stiles also took that warning to back away from the area drenched in gasoline.

Lydia's body was on top of both Scott and Alexia, the large explosion causing a wave of heat, the sound of it ringing at their ears, only Alexia was the most vulnerable. So when both Lydia and Scott finally looked at her, she wasn't completely conscious, the