«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

It's sad that looking in the mirror, I see a monster, Just dulled the feelings that were sharp before, The line between good and evil has disappeared forever, The abyss has opened, it is deep, the bottom is not visible.* *** Imagine that you were a neighbor of the Lahey family. At first you were human, but then you were turned and you turned into a werewolf. You knew all the members of the Lahey family, including, of course, Isaac's father and Isaac himself, but you didn't know how his father treated him. One day your mom needed salt to cook dinner, but it just ran out at your house and mom sent you to the neighbors. I must say that you and Isaac used to be very good friends, were, one might say, best friends, but then he closed himself in and almost stopped communicating with you. Also, you were in love with Isaac. You went to the front door of their house and knocked. They didn't open the door for you for a few minutes and everything seemed to be quiet in the house. But finally, footsteps and voices were heard inside, and the door opened, revealing Lahey Sr. to you. "Y/N?" he looked at you in surprise. You barely smiled. "Hello," you said politely, "we have run out of salt, and mom is cooking and... in general, can I borrow salt from you?" "Yes, of course, come in," your neighbor invited you to the house. "I'll bring it to you tomorrow, okay?" you asked the man while you were walking to the kitchen. Lahey Sr. nodded, saying that it was good. And you also didn't see Isaac in the house. Not in any of the rooms, of the two that you passed, not in the kitchen, not in the hallway, nowhere. It seemed very strange to you, but you didn't dare ask Isaac's father about it. The man opened one of the upper shelves and handed you a jar of salt. You thanked him and went to your home.

***

An hour later, you were standing on the doorstep of your neighbors' house again, because your mom, it turns out, needed quite a bit of salt and she again sent you to the house of the Lahey family, this time to give salt so that you wouldn't run to them tomorrow to give it back. You knocked on the door again, but no one answered you. Then you decided to leave, but before that you tried the handle and, to your surprise, it was not locked. You cautiously opened the door, peering into the dim hallway, and decided to enter anyway. Well, you're not going to steal anything, just put salt, especially since you saw where Lahey Sr. took it from in order to give it to you. You carefully entered the hallway and immediately headed to the kitchen. Putting the salt back in place, you were about to leave, but a bad feeling stopped you. Your intuition has never failed you before, and now it literally demanded that you go through all the rooms and finally find Isaac. That's what you did. But when you went through all the rooms for the third time, you realized that something was wrong here. The thing is that you almost constantly sit in the kitchen, even doing homework, and look out the window, from where the house and the front door of the Lahey house are perfectly visible. And you haven't seen Isaac come out of there in the last three days. You're in a panic. You were even thinking of calling the police, but your attention was attracted by a quiet crying, which your sharpened werewolf hearing still caught, only you couldn't figure out where it was coming from. You went around the whole house again, this time carefully listening to your feelings and just as carefully examining everything that surrounded you. That's probably why you managed to find a locked door, behind which there was a staircase leading down. For you, the fact that the door was locked was not a problem, and after a few seconds you were going down the stairs, still listening to the crying, which now sounded louder than it was, and this told you that you were on the right track. You finally stepped onto the hard stone floor and walked straight down the corridor, which, fortunately, was short.

***

There was a big refrigerator in front of you. You sensed that Isaac was somewhere nearby. She walked around the refrigerator in a circle, carefully examined it and lightly, but so that it was audible, knocked on the door. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and then the inside was hit hard several times. You knew that you were taking a big risk and there might be someone else or something else, but, leaning over to the refrigerator, you asked: "Isaac?!" "Yes," a slightly strangled voice came from the interior of the refrigerator. "Oh, my God!" you immediately fussed, trying to figure out what to do with the fastened chain that encircled the refrigerator door. You let out your claws and tried to pick the lock. Not right away, but you did it. Hastily throwing aside the broken lock, you pulled up the refrigerator door and met Isaac's yellow eyes, in which pain, despair and fear splashed. He first sat down, and then, with your help, got out of the refrigerator and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Then he took a few steps, but he couldn't stay on his feet and would have collapsed to the floor if you hadn't supported him by the elbow. "Thank you..." Isaac said softly, getting up again and trying to regain his balance. You silently gave him your hand and led him out of the basement, and then out of the house. You went to your house. Your mother, of course, was not expecting guests so late, but she fed you two and sent you to bed, because she saw that you were tired for the day. "Good night," you whispered, getting comfortable on the bed that you and Lahey now shared for two. He kissed the top of your head. "Good night," the guy answered just as quietly, also closing his eyes and falling asleep for the first time in recent times without nightmares.