Lydia Martin finally found out what she was, the whaling woman also known as the banshee. With the aftermath of her kiss with stiles and love interest aiden she battles with her feelings as well as now trying to figure out if she can control her supernatural power so that she can find the victims before they end up as 10-18 calls on sheriff Stilinski's radio. This is an ongoing story, during the period after Stiles and Lydia's kiss and her Banshee powers. It will contain some adult so please be warned. (Warning: If you do not watch Teen Wolf you may not understand everything, i will try to change and explain things as much as possible. If you are unsure or have questions leave a comment and i will get back to you). ENJOY! :) Updated every 7-10 days :) I do not own the characters of TV show teen wolf such as Scott, Derek, Allison, Stiles, and so on. I do not own the show teen wolf. I do not own any plots linked to the TV show. I do own any of my own characters additional characters in future chapters.
"The banshee (ban-shee) of Irish origins- bean sí ("woman of the sídhe" or "woman of the fairy mounds") the female spirit, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld. In legend, a banshee is a fairy woman who begins to wail if someone is about to die." Stiles rambled as he scanned page after page on his computer.
"Stiles, god can you stop " Lydia Begged.
"Are you kidding me i just found out you're some walking death alarm system and you expect me not to find out about it?" Stiles had already taken 3 aderol something Lydia had grown to get used to his extra hyperactivness.
"No i-i just dont want you to go crazy researching theories by someone who died a million years ago" she sighed, knowing this was far from over for Stiles. "No book or website is going to help" she added.
"you dont know that, Lydia i know your einstien and all but for once let me help you" Stiles's voice was raised like like it does every time someone is in danger. His high pitched yell.
"I don't need your help Stiles, i know what i am ive just gotta learn how to use it" Lydia said trying not to hurt his feelings though she doubted there was any other way.
"What if you cant, what if you loose controll or you cant switch it off, your going to loose your freaking mind" Again wiht his high pitched yell this time more desperate.
"Well when the point comes that i loose my freaking mind i call you" She snapped. "I know what you're doing and believe me if it's not working in the slightest"
"No idea what you're talking about i'm here to help" Stiles said, hewas trying to win this arguement though Lydia wasn't about to let him.
"You know you could have just called" Lydia groaned, exasperated by the ongoing arguement.
"Yeah-um- yeah you're probably right" Stiles stutters to find his voice.
"Stop beating around the bush, spit it out. What? stiles what?" Now Lydia was annoyed, it was dragging out into something more than initially needed to be.
"Fine, how's Aiden?" He asks.
"Good-wait-huh-what? why are you asking me about aiden?" Lydia confused by stiles's sudden detour.
"No reason i'm just trying to create conversation here" He smirks.
"Trying to divert from the fact that your interfereing more like"Lydia moans.
"Nothing to talk about anyway" He coughs in answer and returns his eyes to the text book in his hands.
"Woah so now we're not talking?" She askes.
"No, i just wanted to help you and it's like we cant talk about it, you're a banshee not voldermort" Stiles sighed pausing to cast his eye back to lydia.
"Let's not get into this right now, anyway we should go to class" Lydia beggs.
"Typical" he whispers. She catches it, caught off guard by his arrogance.
"What, stiles? what else?" She demands.
"I just thought we could talk" His voice more innocent than usual. like a child.
"We are talking sweetheart" She smirks.
"No i mean-" Stile's pauses, when he see's someone coming their way.
"hey" Aiden Kisses her firmly grabing her by the waist. Stiles brows furrow, and he begins rubbing his hands together in some attempt to ignore the make-out infront of him, he was jealous and still not 100% trusting of the twins.
"We really need to get to class lydia". says stiles.
"Ah Miss Martin, Mr Stilinski we must be highly honored for you to grace us with your pressence 20 minutes late. Now take your seats, detention for the both of you this evening." Finstock states with a smug grin.
"But-" Stiles searches for an excuse.
"But nothing stilinski" he repremands him.
"oh c'mon coach thats not fair, theirs a game tonight" Stiles begs.
"You wont be missing anymore than what you would be if you sat on the bench like every other game" Coach was pissed but seemed able to joke still.
"stupid old-" Stiles mubbles under his breath.
"Want detention for the rest of the year stilinski?" Coah asks.
"you cant do that" Stiles pauses.
"Want to try me, 'cause right now i have a team full or lazy ass teeangers, having to cover some stupid history class because your teacher is off having a kid and to top it off i have the delight of dealing with yet another sarcastic self rightious episode from you stilinski, NOW TAKE YOUR GOD DAMN SEAT" Coach finstock yells, more pissed of than his usual runin with stiles.
"OK" He replies taking his seat.