*After reading PLEASE REVIEW. This is my first story and I'd like some feedback!*
*This story follows the actual Teen Wolf's plotline rather similarly, however there are some changes.*
*Recap of Season 2 Episode 12 to start, just to get the plot line going, then this will be a Lydia/Isaac story, completely made up, from there on out!*
Dangling from Lydia Martin's fingertips was the one thing Jackson has been asking for: his key. Taken aback by the sudden gesture, all he could do was stare at it as his scales receded and his blue-green eyes replaced the kanima's snake-like ones. In the distance, the rest of the group watched this spectacle unfold in sheer amazement; amazement that Jackson's cold exterior was finally being cracked, amazement that Lydia and Jackson actually had real love for each other, but most of all, amazement of the power that love brings. Most intrigued by this phenomenon, however, was Isaac Lahey. Through his whole experience with the kanima, he realized how easily that could've been him. Just like Jackson, Isaac had always lacked real love in his life. From his father's constant beatings to being the social outcast of Beacon Hills High, Isaac never had a true opportunity to experience the warmth one receives from being loved. The only real reason that prevented Isaac from becoming a kanima instead of a werewolf was the fact that he still believed in love and gave it off to others. No matter how many times his father had beaten and bruised him, Isaac never gave up on trying to please his father-not just so he wouldn't get hit, but rather in an attempt to receive the love he craved so badly. That was what stopped him from becoming the kanima, and that was why he was so engrossed with the marvel unfolding before him. He always knew love carried with it a special power, and this sight was sufficiently enough to illuminate that.
Without a moment's notice though, Isaac was ripped out of his mesmerized state he heard the clink of the brass key hitting the cold, concrete floor. When he looked up, he saw that Derek and Peter had pierced Jackson with their dagger-like claws and raised him off the ground. As Jackson coughed and choked, Isaac could only stare at the heartbreaking sight of Lydia watching and weeping in horror as she saw the life leaving her beloved's body. Then, just as suddenly as it happened, it was all over. Derek and Peter retreated while Jackson began to collapse, only to be caught by Lydia. Knowing his life was nearing the end, Jackson desperately tried to voice out the one question he needed the answer to; but he could only choke out, "Do, do you still-." That was enough for Lydia though. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear. "I do! I do still love you!" she cried out as she held him tight to her.
With those words, Jackson's eyes gave there last gleam, there last glimpse into his hidden, fragile soul before they glazed over with the collapse of his lungs. As the grief-stricken, heartsick Lydia hugged his limp body tight to hers, all the others could do was gaze at each other with empathy as they realized how short their time can be; how they need to cherish each other's time together; but above all, how powerful love truly is. They witnessed it with their own eyes and now they knew that love is more powerful than any wolfs bane-laced arrow, any blade-like claws, any paralyzing venom.