Day One
Two days ago
Lydia walked down the corridor with Malia close by, even though the two both shared feelings for a certain teenager named 'Stiles.' The two strangely got along. It had started to freak Stiles out, he thought that one day the two would just abandon him and stick to the code 'Sisters before misters,' but Malia and Stiles were nearing their two year anniversary and were still as happy as they day they started dating. Lydia still held unspoken love for Stiles, but she wasn't going to ruin a relationship the two both deserved and cherished. "There she is." Lydia muttered looking over at Belladonna.
The beautiful girl was standing talking to one of the freshmen, he was transfixed by her. "Scott strictly said 'we couldn't talk to her.'" Malia told her, the werecoyote had only just started to listen to Scott's orders and she liked having someone in control of her ridiculous actions.
"Since when did you follow the rules?" Lydia asked, "Stay here." She ordered. The banshee walked toward Belladonna, she turned to the star struck freshman, "Okay Charlie, I think our newbie's had enough of you now." Lydia said jokingly, the freshman looked at her, "You have a girlfriend; who happens to be my cousin, so hop it!" Charlie nodded and then ran off past Malia.
"I don't need the help of a Banshee." Belladonna snapped, "When I do, I'll ask." Her voice was too kind for someone so harsh, "And you can let that puppy Scott know that I'm a race your little pack needs to stay away from."
"Welcome to Beacon hills." Lydia spat, she stepped in closer so her nose was almost touching Belladonna, "Don't mess with us." She shouted quietly, "Because even Stiles would snap you in half."
"Void Stiles could...but your Stiles is just weak. The definition of the word, what can he actually do?" Belladonna questioned, Lydia slapped her one around the face; she then felt Malia dragging her back, "You're going to regret that Lydia Martin!" Belladonna screamed, "Because a hybrid is worse than a pure breed." Everyone else in the corridor probably thought the new girl was insane, but Lydia knew what she meant; she was a cross between two Alpha species and that made her dangerous.
Scott and Stiles ran down the corridor, "What the hell did you just do?" Scott shouted, "She smells like, her emotion...Malia what is that?"
"Belladonna or Lydia?" Malia asked confused.
"Belladonna." Scott answered, he sniffed the air.
"Vengeance." The word rolled off her tongue before it even came to her mind, "Can someone even smell of vengeance?"
"I guess she does." Scott told them, "No one talks to her, okay?" He asked, "Lydia?"
"Yeah of course, I think I'm going to go home." The Banshee turned and left the school building before anyone could stop her.
Scott looked at Stiles, "I'll give Chris a call." The human of the pack stated, he walked off and clicked the four on his speed dial, "Hi Mr. Argent, ever heard of a Hybrid before?"
As soon as the word Hybrid been said, Chris told them to give him five hours to get to Beacon hills. It had been four hours and fifty-nine minutes when Scott started pacing; they were meeting up at Scott's place. Melissa was at work and had given up her house for a supernatural get together. Lydia and Malia had spoken about school to distract themselves from the dread that had started to settle in the pit of their stomachs. Stiles had got transfixed by Scott's OCD pacing. "Scott, can you please calm down?" He asked.
Liam and Hayden, who had been sat on the sofa, looked up at Stiles. He was the first to have tried to speak to the panicked Alpha. Stiles's voice would always be Scott's signal back to sanity; his friend was always there to welcome him home.
There was a knock at the door and Stiles jumped up to get it; he opened the door and froze instantly. "No way." He sighed; everyone looked to the door as Stiles stepped to his side to reveal Isaac and Ethan, the two members of the pack that had disappeared after the untimely deaths of Allison and Aiden. Lydia was up and in Aiden's arms in half the time it took her to react to his presence, the hug was a thank you to him for coming and she to stop her from crying; he did look identical to a man she once loved.
Isaac went for a hug with Stiles, which was awkward, to say the least. Scott then introduced him to Liam and Hayden; Ethan then met them too. "What are you two doing here?" Scott asked.
"We're with Chris, but he went to get supplies." Isaac explained, "Anyway it was time to return to Beacon hills, I've loved the smell of wet dog in the morning." He joked.
"It's good to see you." Scott beamed, he hadn't been this happy in a while. "Both of you."
"I owned this one a visit." Ethan said pointing at the clingy Lydia, "She meant the world to Aiden and she took care of me," the Banshee tightened her grip, "And she can crush bones." He moaned.
"Okay Lydia," Stiles said separating her away, "Play nice."
"Hi Stiles." Ethan sounded unsure around Stiles; an ancient being stole his face and killed Ethan's brother; he had the right to be unsure.
"Don't worry Ethan, I am completely one-hundred percent myself and if you would rather talk to me facing the opposite direction; I'm totally alright with that." Stiles said seriously, "I understand that I'm not the best face to see in your life."
"It's wasn't you." Ethan told him, "I understand."
"He made my ADHD so bad; I wish I could kick his arse again." Stiles said thinking deeply.
"Me too." The remaining twin smiled sadly.
There was another sharp and loud knock at the door; Malia opened it and allowed Chris in, Scott thought he would have weapons, but he was empty handed. By the look on the man's face, Scott knew that one of the team would have to be bate or something; he hated letting one of this team suffer. "What is it?" Scott asked.
"Do you know what was strange about Stiles's description?" Argent asked pointing at the only human, besides Chris himself, on the team. Stiles raised his eyebrows and crossed him arms to show that he had no idea why he was being pointed at; he felt violated.
"What?" Hayden asked standing up and joining into the small formation; she felt Liam hold her hand tightly.
"He almost sounded in love with her, that was sign one." Chris explained, he watched as Malia shot her boyfriend a cold stare, "No Malia, he wouldn't be able to control it; no human can resist the stare of a Siren."
"A Siren?" Liam asked, "What's a Siren?" Clever Liam was lost in his own mind, but he knew he was down their somewhere; he sounded lost and bemused. Stiles, Malia and Liam looked like their heads were going to implode.
"Due to popular belief, they are beautiful and perfect girls that used to attract people with the sound of their sweet voices. But in the real world, they use stares to take their prey; that's why Stiles sounded deeply and oddly in love with her, but I could hear the real him fighting back." Chris told them, "But she's a Hybrid, which makes her even more insanely rare."
"Why?" Hayden asked.
"The smell, technically she wasn't born; I think she was grown. Necromancers can give life to anything, even human life to nothing but a plant. Maybe a lonely Necromancer formed a child out of belladonna's and gave you the perfect girl you see today. It would explain the lack of human smell." Chris concluded.
"Are any Hybrids born?" Stiles asked.
"Yes, Malia is proof of that. But Sirens and Necromancer Hybrids are usually made instead of born." Chris told them, "How do you kill a plant?"
"You poison it." Stiles said with no emotion what so ever.
"Does anyone know what a basic pesticide does?" Chris questioned.
He asks lots of questions, Scott thought to himself. That's probably why Allison used to. He felt his heart sting in his chest, he saw Isaac give him a calm look and a small nod, maybe he was thinking about her too.
"It attracts the weed to the smell, they smother themselves to death." Hayden explained, "We learnt it in science last week." She then added.
"We need a trap." Chris told them, "And I know what she will love."
"What?" Scott asked.
"A human," his eyes trailed to Stiles who was nodding, but not listening to a word being said. "And a Banshee." He said snapping his eyes to Lydia.
"Okay..." Stiles kept nodding, "What?"
"I think I know where she is living..." Lydia said ignoring the fact Stiles spoke, "I can sense her, if we do this; we do this tomorrow."