A/N : So this idea had been stuck in my head for a long time now. I've been looking for crossovers between TVD and TW, but Lydia is never in the stories, so I had to make one. The fact that Lydia's mom is the same actress who plays Tyler's made me want to make them sisters. So, sorry for my english, I'm french, but I hope you guys will like it anyway. Reviews make me happy :)
Lydia Martin's heart tightened in her chest as she watched the coffin hit the ground. Her watery eyes were glued to her mother's grave, unable to look away. Her thoughts were racing in her head, thousand of questions without answers. Why her mom ? Why Gerard had to kill her ? Why Jackson couldn't fight this master bond and spare her life ? Why kanima and werewolves existed ? When did her life become such a mess ?
She felt Stile's hand on her shoulder and she jumped at the touch. She looked at him and for the first time of her life the warmth in his big brown orbs didn't reach her.
She let him give her a ride home, where people she didn't know where talking about her mom like they gave a crap about her. She watched them, eating and talking, Stiles by her side, for what felt like an eternity.
Suddenly she saw her enter the room, like nothing happened, and she hugged her dad. The woman looked at her and gave her a small smile, then walked toward her.
Her heart raced like crazy and her feet moved in anticipation, eager to close the distance between her and her mom. Everything around her was a blur, the voices only a buzzing in her ears. The only clear thing was her.
When she finally reached her, the words coming out of her mouth broke her trance.
-I'm so sorry for your loss...
If she remembered how to laugh, she would have at her stupidity. Her aunt pulled her in a tight embrace, but Lydia's arms refused to move and hung lifelessly by her side.
She closed her eyes hard, trying to pretend that her mother's twin sister voice was her mom's.
-I'm...I'm sorry for your loss...
The deep voice brought her back to reality. Her eyes met another pair, vaguely familiar.
-You remember your cousin Tyler ? Asked Carol Lockwood while letting go of Lydia.
She nodded, her voice still trapped in her throat. She hadn't speak since she found the body, her body.
Images of her mom, covered in blood, eyes wide open, flashed in her mind. The acid taste of bile filled her throat, and she had to run to the bathroom. When she was done, she lied down on the cold stone floor and curled up in a fetal position.
She stayed there for hours, ignoring the knocks on the door. She also let her cell phone ring, knowing perfectly that it would be Allison, Scott or Jackson. Even if it wasn't fair for them, she couldn't help but blame them for what happened. She allowed the tears to fall down her cheeks silently, eyes locked in the sun reflection on the floor. She cried until the shadows ate the last piece of light.