The last thing she remembered was her party. There was someone with a giant gift for her. Stiles….yes, it was Stiles, obviously. But nothing more. What had happened? She didn't know…she didn't know how she ended up in the Hale's house looking straight to the man that still haunted her dreams; Peter. She didn't know what he was, what he did to her, but she knew that wasn't something normal (at least to her standards).
She heard someone flinch near her and call her name. It was Derek. She didn't know him at all, but he was calling for her. He was lying on the floor and he was hurt. Did she hurt him? No, impossible. He was too big and muscular, and she was small. So, what the hell happened?
"I heard there was a party, so I invited myself."
Lydia gasped when she heard his voice. Derek moaned something that she couldn't understand.
"You can't be real….what do you want?"
She was tying to hold the tears that were falling.
"Oh yes sweetheart, I am very real, thanks to your help. I just came to your party and to see my beloved nephew."
His eyes moved towards Derek's body, and he had a look that Lydia wasn't able to decipher…anger? Or maybe pity? It was very confused.
"Nephew? I though his whole family was dead!"
"Well, he still had me, until he killed me to become an alpha. But, you did your job very well, I am very grateful to that. I never doubted your strengh."
My job? What was he talking about? Did he use me? Lydia was trembling, very scared. She didn't understand what was happening.
Peter started to walk in her and Derek's direction. She heard Derek trying to move, but he couldn't. She wanted to run, but something stopped her. It was like her legs were glued to the floor. And then she looked at Derek. He was trying so hard to move, to run, to stop Peter, and she realized she had to do something. She wanted to run away from all of this, and never think of this monster again, but she couldn't leave Derek. He could be the one to tell her what the hell was happening, especially with Allison, Jackson, and the others. She knew there was something that they were hiding from her. But what could she do? She reached for Derek's hand. She didn't know why, maybe because it was her instinct, or even to seek some kind of support.
Her movement surprised Derek. Why was she holding his hand? He looked at her and saw that she was really scared. She probably had no idea of what was going on, she knew nothing about Allison's family or about the werewolves. He felt bad for her. She was in the middle of all this and knew nothing at all. He looked at her hand holding his. She was trembling. A lot. But why didn't she run? She still could move, she wasn't hurt or anything. Why was she still there? Derek had so many questions in his head that he completely forgot about his uncle getting closer to them, until he heard Lydia's heartbeat rise. He looked to the other side of the room and saw that Peter was only a foot distant. He felt Lydia squeeze his hand, like it was the only thing that could protect her. He tried to move again, but it was helpless. His head was spinning and his arm hurt like hell. He didn't know why he was so weak; maybe it had something to do with Peter being back. The only thing he knew is that he felt desperate to do something and stop his uncle.
Derek squeezed her hand back and she looked at him. He looked so weak, like he could pass out at any moment. She wanted him to get up and kick his uncle's ass, and stop her nightmare, but why would he help her? She had the feeling that it was her fault that he was hurt. So, in the end, she was the one who have to be strong and save herself, and Derek.
She looked at Peter again. He was smiling. He even praised her for doing a good job. Well, if she knew what she was doing, she wouldn't have helped him at all. But then she started to feel angry. Why was this happening to her anyway? Why was he stalking her and hurting Derek? Weren't they family?
Derek heard Lydia's heartbeat again. It was still fast, but this time it was different. She wasn't only scared, there was something else, but he couldn't figure it out, until she looked at him again. Anger. She was angry. She was still scared, but her eyes were burning with anger. And the worst of all is that he didn't know if it was directed to him or to Peter, and the only thing he heard before seeing a very bright light was Lydia's scream.
