The Hidden Truth: Chapter 1
New story, this story is going to be Lydia-centric, getting in on stuff like her family, powers, heritage, etc. No particular pairing it might eventually end up as stiles/Lydia but tbh this story is not about a couple or romance for that matter. This story is set POST 4x08, and I took some inspiration from the 4x09 promo. So if you haven't seen all the episodes then spoiler alert. This is totally my interpretation on Lydia, her powers and her family, it can(and probably will) divert from the show. That's all I think I needed to mention.
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She felt a sting of pain fill her senses as she slowly opened her eyes. It was almost pitch black in the room she was sitting in. The only light came from the moon which could be seen through a small barred 'window'. As her eyes quickly adjusted to the little light she had, she started to be able to make out a few shapes.
When she was fully aware of her surroundings she tried to get up, but realized that she was tied to some pole.
"How awesome..", she grumbled to herself. Hearing her own voice echoing back to her in the empty room made her visibly flinch. The second this happened the felt the stabbing pain on the back of her head again.
She groaned as she tried to get her vision to be clear again as it was now full with black spots. She knew very well what would happen now. Because as she always proudly mentioned was that she was smarter than people gave her credit for.
As she said before after she started seeing the black spots, her vision would disappear completely, beeping in your ears, feeling dizzy, nausea, having the feeling that you are falling, limbs becoming heavy, etc. It all ended in the same way. She was about to pass out and she knew that was never a good thing when you were being held captive. Because when getting kidnapped and held against your will, the best thing to do is stay alert.
She clearly didn't really have a choice in the matter so there was no need for her to think about all this stuff giving herself a headache. Just before she passed out she saw some movement in the corner of her eye. But as she wanted to look more closely she knew it was too late when she got the falling sensation and felt herself being wrapped into a darkness that held her captive to the clutches of unconsciousness.
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December 25th 2002, Beacon Hills
As a cold sensation hit her in the back of her neck she whipped around and threw a snowball at whoever dared to start a 'fight' with her. As she saw the ball of pearly white snow hit her uncle square in the face, the strawberry blonde couldn't help but laugh at him with his sour expression.
As they went on with their playful banter and snowball fight a 6-year old Lydia Martin remembered why she adored Christmas so much. It brought the family together.
Her uncle John started tickling her as she erupted in a fit of giggles and pleas for him to let her go. His playfulness wavered when he saw the door open, but the redhead didn't give it any thought. Until she saw her aunt and grandmother standing there signalling her uncle to get inside.
He quickly got the hint and starting guiding the petite girl inside.
"Ugh, but why do we have to go inside? I was finally having some fun!", the little redhead proclaimed with a huff. While she said this she was still reluctantly moving inside.
As Lydia settled in front of the TV watching some cartoons which were so not on her level of thought, she knew normal kids watched this stuff so she did as well but it annoyed her a lot that the kids shows were always too easy to follow. She turned her head around to see her family in the kitchen, well not all of them just her granny, aunt Lucy and her twin sister Margaret, then her father, uncle John and her mother.
They wildly gestured in Lydia's direction while whispering to each other, while the 6-year old acted like she was engrossed in the cartoon, which she wasn't. Because to be honest who the hell would actually watch these easy shows for fun. It was pure torture. The too bright colours, dancing and singing flowers, like that would ever happen, the annoying optimism etc. She never liked it.
Still acting like she didn't know they were talking about her Lydia nonchalantly eavesdropped on the conversation. But to get one thing straight, when you know people are talking about you behind your back, you have the right to hear what they are saying.
As she was too far away situated of the conversation she only caught parts of sentences: "The girl…banshee..too powerful….spell.."
The strawberry blonde banshee, then still unknowing of being one, had no idea what her family was talking about. She knew it was about her but some of the words, it had her wondering what kind of family affairs she was missing.
She knew her family had always been odd. Like when she would go to school she would hear stories of other kids and she thought to herself why couldn't my family be like that? But it wasn't. She was part of the Martin family. A family with a deep dark secret that has been a secret for dozens of years. The outside world unknowing to what went on behind closed doors. But even inside it was still full of half-truths, whispering behind closed doors, meaningful glances…
She turned her attention back to the television that was still blaring the sound of a kids show. Slowly but surely sleep started to take over and she let it.
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Lydia shot up out of her deep slumber as she looked around the room disorientated. Where was she again? Oh yeah she was kidnapped that's right.
Slowly Lydia started to remember what she just dreamed of. It had been a strange Christmas, she knew that now. Why could she barely remember any of it? It was like it was taken from her. Memories gone like leafs in the wind.
Now that she thought back on the memory she heard the hushed conversation again. The girl, as in they were speaking of her. Banshee, she could understand that now, because she was one. Too powerful? Now this is where it started to get confusing for the 17-year old banshee. And a spell?
Was there a reason she was remembering these things now? She thought when she suddenly saw the door to her left creaking open, revealing a middle-aged woman.
Lydia looked at the woman in confusion, the sudden light falling in to the room leaving the redhead slightly blinded. She heard the clicking of heels coming closer until they stopped just barely a feet away from her.
"You must have so many questions for me, Lydia. But let's start with a simple re-introduction shall we!", the woman said to her showing of her pearly white teeth. The teenager knew damn well when someone was faking a smile because she does it all the time as well, but she just played along pretending to be the oblivious teen everyone thought her to be.
"And you are?", Lydia asked being straightforward. Hanging around Malia for so long surely rubbed off on how honest you approached a situation. Something about this woman in front of her was so familiar to her but she just couldn't seem to put a finger on it.
"We'll get to that later, now don't be impatient." The woman said waggling her finger at her in a scolding manner. Lydia raised her eyebrows at the female crouching down in front of her.
"But you jus-", the redhead started before being swiftly interrupted by the oh-so-familiar woman.
"I said LATER.", the woman said threateningly getting all up in her face. When she tries to open her mouth again she feels a hard stinging sensation hit her cheek as she realized the woman had hit her.
She was about to go all bitch-mode on her when she felt herself fading into nothingness again, back to the land of dreams and revelations…
Sometimes the truth is best to be kept hidden, but sometimes you just have to say it hard and loud.
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So that was the first chapter of this story
Let's hope I can stick with this story hahaha
At least if someone likes it, because I got a lot more ideas for this story to come.
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