Lydia had gotten all the way to school and just sat there in car staring at the doors that led into the building. She sat there as the parking lot filled with cars, as it emptied when all the students had went inside, still she sat there long after the morning bell signaling that class had started. She had woken up happy for the first time in what seemed like ages but as she approached the school a sense of dread had overwhelmed her. It was in that school that they had been hunted and played with by Peter. It was on the field behind that school that she had been attacked by him. It was in that school that Peter had started to haunt her and now after knowing the truth of everything, she wanted to stay as far away from that school as she could. So she started her car back up, reversed and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road. She wasn't sure where she was going but after and hour of driving all over town she found herself back at the Hale house. Shutting off the car she got out and stood just staring at the the burned down shell that used to be the Hale house. Walking up to it she felt her chest tighten but continued on until she was inside and standing at the doorway that led to the basement. She stared down at the steps, some were missing and others were burned but she felt an overwhelming need to go down there. She wasn't sure how she did it but she made it down and looked around, that was when it started. Her mind went blank and then she was in a basement filled with people. The fear in the room was suffocating and she clutched at her chest trying to breathe. She saw the frightened looks on all of their faces some adult and other children. Then she smelt smoke, it was filling the air and throwing everyone into coughing fits. Then the fire came, it licked along the walls and when she felt her back heating up she saw the fire blazing down the stairs. Screams filled the room and the smell of fire and burnt flesh. She watched as people caught fire and fell to the ground, their pain so pure it caused her to drop to her knees and that was when the fire got her. She screamed out in pain and fell over, smacking at herself to try to get the fire out.

"Shh, little Lydia." A voice appeared from beside her and she looked to see Peter Hale kneeling beside her. His clothes were on fire and his face was burning, yet he knelt beside her like he didn't feel the fire at all. He grinned at her as he stayed beside her and watched the fire consume the room around them with the people in it. Then he started laughing manically as her screams grew louder with the pain.

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Derek was approaching Lydia's car, confused as to why she had come back to his house, when he heard a scream erupt from his home. He took off towards the house, searching frantically around the first floor for who had screamed when he heard the scream again. He stilled for a moment when he realized it was coming from the basement, where his family had been burned alive. The faint hint of raspberries caused him to move forward and he was down the stairs in just a few seconds. Lydia was on the ground screaming and smacking at herself. The pain on her face was real but he couldn't tell what it was that ailed her. Kneeling beside her he took hold of her holding her close to him so she didn't cause harm to herself. He wondered if maybe she was having a seizure like Erica used to have but that wouldn't account for the screams.

"LYDIA" He yelled and shook her gently to break her out of whatever fit she was going through.

He watched and waited as her eyes flew open, what he saw there in her hazel colored eyes caused him to catch his breath. They were filled with pain, sorrow, and fear.

"Derek?" She asked, as if she was confused to how he got there.

He watched her look around right before looking back at him and collapsing into a heap of uncontrollable sobbing. She buried her head into his chest and wrapped him into a tight hug. He returned her hug, gathering her close and whispering words of comfort into her hair.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." She repeated the words like a mantra over and over again, leaving Derek confused as to why she would be sorry.

After what seemed like hours her tears stopped but her body still shook with emotion. She looked up at him, her face full of sadness and sympathy.

"I saw them, I felt them. I watched them as they burned, as I burned. They were so scared and I couldn't help them. He just stayed there beside me laughing and on fire. Oh god, you're family. I'm so sorry." She told him in a rush, causing him to go rigid against her.

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could Lydia's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted in his arms. Derek stared down at her, her face still full of grief. Grief. Grief for his family, but how did she see them. He picked her up before slowly making his way back up the stairs and away from the room his family had died in. Walking upstairs to his old room he laid her down gently on the blankets he had placed on the floor. He moved a strand of her hair away from her face, his fingers lingering longer than they should on the pale smooth skin of her cheek. He wasn't sure how or why but he knew from her words that she had apparently witnessed the death of his family, she had felt it herself. He felt sorrow, pity, and anger that she had had to see it, to watch the destruction and feel the pain of it all. She had to bare witness to something that if he had been there, like he should have been, then he would have been among the ones that had died. He sat down beside her, leaning against the wall and watching over her. He know knew that what she had said about his uncle haunting her last night was now the truth, because that could be the only way to explain it. He hadn't wanted to believe it, not really, he wanted to believe that Peter was gone for good. Now he knew he had to believe it, that his uncle was indeed haunting Lydia. Which left the question of why? Why her? Why now? Why was he showing her these images of the past? Derek didn't know an answer to any of these questions, all he knew was that Lydia was the key. Which meant that Derek had to use her to figure it all out. Not only that, but now he had to protect the pretty red head from the ghost of his uncle. Looking back down at her he gave her a small smile. He knew all about Lydia, about the beautiful, popular, rich girl that controlled the school. He knew Stiles loved her, Jackson used to be with her, and that probably most girls wanted to be her. He also knew that there was more to her than just being another rich princess. Little did she know, as she slept beside him, that she was about to become the object of the town's outcast devout attention.