"What!? How do you know?"
Scott turned the shotgun shell over in his fingers revealing her signature seal.
"We just found one of her shells in the preserve.."
Stiles ran a hand through his hair,
"Okay.. okay. And there's no sign of Malia?"
"None."
Stiles sits with his head in his hands,
"What do we do now?"
Scott mutters something to Kira before responding,
"I think we should meet at Deaton's tell him what's going on.."
Stiles nods,
"Yeah.. yeah that sounds good. Make sure you look around there for any other clues and call me when you are headed to Deaton's."
"Alright. See ya."
Stiles presses the red phone icon to end the call before placing his phone on the table.
"So do you think Kate is controlling him somehow?"
Lydia takes the chair next to him.
"Yeah.. but how?"
"Well remember the whole berserker thing she did to Scott?"
How could he forget. .
"Well what if it's something similar with chris. "
He nodded,
"Could be.."
"Stiles..we are going to-"
A sudden wave of fear rushed over her body and the echoes of familiar screams bounced in her eardrums.
She stood quickly from the chair and froze in place her gaze drifting over his shoulder. Her vision blurred at the edges as the whispers grew louder. Stiles was now standing in front of her holding her shoulders. She couldn't hear him over the harsh voices in her head.
She grips his arm numbly before a whisper falls from her lips,
"I-I can't hear what they are saying. ."
Stiles voice sounds distant and muffled,
"Lydia? Lydia is this a banshee prediction?"
She nods slowly her gaze still lingering over his shoulder.
"Someone..Stiles someone is going to die.."
She feels his warm palms on her cheeks making his face in front of her's come into focus.
"Who.."
She shakes her head as the whispers fade into a dull murmur,
"I don't know. I can't- I can't understand."
Stiles slid his hand down her arm before turning frantically to grab his phone.
"We gotta tell Scott. It could be Malia."
He dials his number before placing the phone to his ear and holding it there with his shoulder.
"Come on Scott... come on pick up!"
The phone went to voicemail and Stiles ran a shaky hand through his hair before dialing again.
She looked at his hands noticing them shaking and she reaches forward to interlace her fingers with his. He sends a worried but grateful glance to her before Scott picks up,
"Scott? ! Scott what's going on?"
They hears muffled noises on the other line,
"Stiles! We- we found Malia.. he had her. She's okay but- it's Chris he's here. no sign of Kate yet but.."
They hear a thud and a growl in the background of the call.
"Scott!?"
"He's not alone there are these creatures.. I-I have never seen before they have claws and-"
The line went silent.
"Scott! Scott?"
They got a few nasty glares from others in the library but that was the least of their worries.
"Come on we gotta go."
Lydia ran to follow him as they exited the library. The sun was low in the sky and the air started to cool.
Lydia caught up grabbing his wrist,
"We need to call Deaton! We don't even know where they are!"
Stiles' brow furrowed in frustration,
"We'll have to find them! They were outside before so I'm going to assume they are in the preserve ."
"Stiles the preserve is a big place. If we want to help Scott we need to think this through.."
He pulled his wrist from her grasp,
"We don't have time! We need to go!"
He turned resuming his pace to the jeep. She ran to the vehicle before climbing in.
"Well I'm calling Deaton. Maybe he knows the creatures Scott was talking about.."
She pulled her cell from her bag dialing. No answer.
Stiles had his phone to his ear trying and failing to get a hold of Scott.
"Come on!"
He slamed his fist against the steering wheel pressing the gas harder.
"Stiles you need to calm down.."
"How the hell am I supposed to calm down?! Scott and everyone are out there fighting and possibly losing and we don't even know where they are! You said someone was going to die tonight! That's got me just a little anxious sorry!"
His eyes have darkened and he grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles go white.
She scowls and raises her own voice,
"Arguing and getting angry does nothing! We need to be logical and focused to help them! Not just throwing caution to the wind and barreling into a fight we have no idea how to win! "
The light in front of them changed red as he pressed the brake pedal.
His shoulders relaxed slightly and he turned to her, anger morphing into worry.
"I'm sorry Lydia I just...I can't lose anyone else."
"You think I can? You think Scott can?! We need to focus on helping them because going into this knowing nothing... that's what will get someone hurt."
The light turned green and he accelerates towards the preserve.
"Try Deaton again.."
She brings her phone to her ear. After three rings he picks up,
"Lydia?"
"Something's going on at the preserve with Chris. Scott said there is no sign of Kate but he had these creatures with him."
"Did he describe these creatures at all?"
Stiles turned into the preserve dust flying up from the tires.
"Just that they had claws. He got cut off before he could say more."
Lydia heard the sheriff's voice in the background asking what was going on.
"Is the sheriff there with you?"
Stiles' head whips over to look at her before glancing back to the road continuing to search for any signs of a fight.
"Yes. He came by asking if there was any news with Stiles and Chris...Lydia, you two be careful. We will be there shortly and I will bring some common defense systems against the supernatural. Maybe we can find out what these creatures weaknesses are. Call me if you find them."
She ends the call.
"What is my dad doing there?"
She scans the forest in front of them,
"He was worried about you. Wanted to see if there were any new developments."
"Well he isn't coming with Deaton is he?"
Lydia glanced at him,
"Well he did say 'we'."
Stiles' head dropped and he sighed before looking to the road.
The sun had completely disappeared behind the horizon and the nearly full moon had replaced it. All the light they had to look for their friends was coming from the moon and the jeep's headlights.
Stiles slams on the brakes when a loud crash echoes around them.
Lydia points to the left were the pack can be seen cast in a glow from the moon,
"There!"
No fighting is happening and the creatures Scott had described are no where in sight.
Stiles cuts the wheel pressing the gas pedal harder.
The moon hung above the road as they sped through the trees to the rest of the pack up ahead, including Malia.
A wave of relief washed over him as he noticed all of them were ok. They looked tired but ok. What concerned him was their frightened expressions.
He pulled the vehicle into park and they both hopped out, Stiles grabbing his aluminum bat from the back seat.
"What's going on, what's wrong?"
Scott glanced behind him searching before turning back to the two,
"It was Chris. He was with these... things. They looked big. They had black fur and glowing eyes. we didn't see Kate at all."
Kira walked up with Liam and Malia all three having a few scratches and some blood stains but otherwise ok.
"So where are they now?"
Kira pulled her hair up into a ponytail glancing over her shoulder,
"We don't know. One second they were fighting and..terrifying then they just ran and there is no sign of Chris. They are somewhere in the preserve right now."
Lydia tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear that the wind pulled loose,
"I just texted Deaton letting him know where about we are. He should be here soon and hopefully will know how to deal with these things."
Liam glanced at the rapidly healing wound on his arm before dropping it back to his side,
"So now what?"
Stiles shrugged,
"I guess we-"
He is cut off by the sounds of low growls behind them.
Scott steps defensively in front of the rest of the pack when four large creatures come crashing out of the trees and charging straight for them.
Stiles clutches his bat firmly before turning to Lydia,
"Lydia you need to hide."
"If I have to so do you ! You don't heal either! "
A large creature leaps into the air letting out a loud wail. Stiles raises his bat but Scott jumps at the creature sending it skidding over the dry forest floor.
His red eyes meet Stiles and Lydia's shocked expressions,
"Run!"
Stiles grabs Lydia pulling her behind a large tree.
"Please just... stay here."
He goes to run back to the fight when she grabs his arm.
"Oh no you don't. You aren't going to go running back and taking on these things by yourself. These are supernatural creatures, you Stiles, are not."
He surprises her when he grabs her face,
"I just. ..I can't let you get hurt. I would go out of my freaking mind if anything happened to you."
Flashes of her standing in his room what seemed like ages ago dance in her mind.
She reaches a hand up to clasp his hand still on her cheek and he presses a sweet kiss on her lips.
"Stiles-"
His eyes widen as he is snatched away from her and flung backwards onto the ground.
"Stiles!"
She feels a harsh tug on the cord connecting them when he hits the ground. She runs forward but soon comes to a stop when she crashes into a body.
"Chris.."
The man's eyes are glazed over as he looks at her, his voice monotone,
"This is for the best Lydia. He killed Allison."
"Chris.. you know that's not true. Allison died protecting us. It was the oni.. not Stiles. "
He shakes his head, expressionless,
"No Lydia. ..he deserves this."
He turns from her walking towards Stiles who is on the ground clutching his ribs.
She rushes forward slamming her foot into the man's back.
He jolts forward before turning towards her,
"That was a mistake Lydia."
He points to her and one of the beasts charges.
She stumbles away from the creature running full speed.
The panting beast's feet thud behind her gaining ground quickly.
She stumbles and falls slamming into the hard ground below her. The creature reaches it's claws above her as the whispers start. This is it. She is the one to die..
"NO!"
A thud of hollow metal and the beast whimpers falling beside her.
Stiles stands above her reaching his hand down for her to take.
She glances over his shoulder to see their friends each fighting one of the beasts but Chris is no where to be found.
"Hey where's Chris-"
She is pushed back into the trunk of a tree knocking the wind from her lungs.
Chris has a hold on the front of Stiles' shirt and he shoves him back. The bat scatters across the gravel before he stumbles to pick it up.
"Lydia run!"
Her feet remain planted as her vision blurs.
The sounds of growling and thuds from punches thrown become distant and muted. The whispers begin to chant and make her almost lose her footing. The fear curled around her heart like a dark claw and she knew. Someone was going to die.
She looked at Stiles. He was off to the side swinging his bat at the creatures keeping them at bay. But he was Ok. Her eyes roam over the group to look for any signs of trouble when her eyes landed on Scott. Chris was advancing toward him as the chanting got louder.
It remained a jumbled mess of words flooding her mind almost suffocating her. She catches the glint of a blade but screams to him a second too late. Chris slips the blade from his waistband and plunges it into his side. Scott stumbles back falling to the ground blood pouring from the wound.
Kira looks over and her expression morphs into one of horror,
"Scott! "
She expects to feel the pang of his death but the whispers don't die down. They only seem to increase in intensity to the point they become screams. Chris' body jolts forward and her eyes follow him. Everything happens so fast but her vision seems to slow as he walks toward Stiles. She runs forward to meet them before the screams in her mind halt leaving her in deathly silence.
The click of a round being chambered echoes past her ears as her gaze reaches Stiles. He turns in time to see Chris point the gun towards him but it's too late.
The world seems to become a blur around her and his name falls from her mouth in a shallow whisper. The crack of the shot bursts through the dark forest.
A pulse resonates through her body and she feels the cord connecting them stretch to a painful level. The sound of the cord snapping is so loud in her ears she swears everyone around her must hear it. Her vision flickers blue just long enough to see the once silver cord burn black and recoil into a tangled mess before disappearing.
She feels a sharp pang in the center of her chest as it disappears and she drops to her knees.
The moonlight silhouettes his body as it falls a few feet in front of her. The blood from the chest wound spilling over his shirt and staining it a deep crimson.
Chris holds the smoking gun still pointed at the fallen body. His crooked smile fades until it disappears. He shakes his head and his glassy eyes clear and become focused. He looks confused for a moment before realizing what happened. He drops the gun to the ground backing away from the body. He is shaking his head muttering "no's" under his breath.
He turns to Scott and see's the alpha's red eyes lock onto his own. Scott pulls the blade from his side and growls low and menacing. He leaps forward to attack but Kira jumps between them halting him.
"Scott!"
He freezes keeping his dangerous glare on Chris.
He studies the man's shocked expression and realizes he is no longer in his previous hypnotic daze. Scott's eyes fade back to normal as Kira looks over his shoulder to the body a few feet away,
"Scott.."
She whispers bringing a hand to her mouth. When Scott turns around, his whole world collapses.
Lydia watches the scene unfold before her as the echoed cries of her friends become muffled in her ears and she remains frozen..unable to move from shock.
She suddenly feels empty.. hollow. Like a chunk of her soul has been torn from her. The scream that leaves her lips is pained and full of sorrow. The ground around them shakes with the force of it and she feels the warm trickle of blood in her ears. The tears flow freely down her cheeks as the scream dies on her lips leaving her gaping widely.
She sucks in a loud shaky breath releasing a sob. Her hands fall to her sides as the world slows.
Her friends run toward his body as she remains frozen where she sits, her eyes locked on the un-moving boy in front of her.
Stiles' body is cast in a eerie glow. Like he is haloed by the moon. The night breeze tussles his dark hair that has stuck to his forehead with sweat.
She sees Scott drop to his knees beside his body and press his ear to the center of Stiles' chest searching for a flicker of life but she knows it's too late. His face contorts and he squeezes his eyes shut.
The saddest sound she has ever heard leaves the boy's mouth as he clings to his best friend's body...his brother.
Kira stands behind him dropping her sword to the gravel beneath her. Her sobs are drowned out by Scott's cries. Malia stumbles back against a nearby tree quietly shaking, as tears fall over her cheeks leaving shimmering trails in their wake. Liam is sitting just to the side of them his eyes wide in shock. He has gone white and his mouth is gaping but no sounds escape.
Lydia remains frozen in place as she stares at the boy's too relaxed face. His eyes are shut and his lips are fading from their normal pink hue to a ghostly white. His shirt stained red and torn.
Instead of the constant hum in her chest she feels from him, all has stilled. Her body feeling drained of life, like a part of her died as well.
Scott's echoing sobs seem to drive her to her feet and she stumbles forward. Scott's pained gaze meets hers as she drops to her knees on the other side of his body. The gravel digs painfully into her flesh but the ache in her chest is what knocks the breath from her lungs.
She shifts her eyes to Stiles' face. A splatter of blood stands out against his pale skin. Bringing a shaky hand to his cheek, she feels the remaining warmth draining from his flesh into her cold palm.
She chokes out a loud sob before wrapping her arms around his limp body. His normally flailing limbs terrifyingly still. She screams again but not from her banshee powers. This was a scream of pure loss and mourning. Scott has retracted from the body clinging to Kira as he sobs loudly.
Her small hand runs through his hair before resting on his bloodstained cheek again.
Lydia's voice comes out in a whisper, ragged and hoarse,
"Y-you promised.."
She fists his shirt pulling harshly,
" You promised!"
She screams shaking with another sob.
"You promised me you wouldn't leave...you lied.."
Her voice returns to a whisper as her tears soak his shirt. The sound of his heartbeat that has lulled her to sleep in the past is missing as she presses her cheek to his chest.
The sound of tires crunch over the gravel behind them and she doesn't move from her position holding onto stiles.
A car door slams and two pairs of feet can be heard running forward but soon come to a halt. Lydia lifts her tear blurred eyes to see Deaton standing next to the sheriff both frozen for a moment in shock.
The look on the sheriff's face makes Lydia sob again.
The tears spring from his eyes and a cry rings in her ears.
"What happened to him?!"
He falls beside lydia his hands hovering over his son's body.
His angered and mournful expression meets her gaze,
"What happened to my son!?"
He sobs loudly before grabbing stiles' shoulders and drawing his limp body into his lap cradling him like a child.
Lydia feels a hand on her shoulder and she see's Scott's shimmering eyes meet her own. He pulls her into an almost too tight hug but she holds on just as firmly. Feeling his sobs shudder against her body brings a new wave of sadness over her.
Her reddened eyes peel open to see the hysterical father gripping his son closely. He is rocking him slowly and brushing a hand over his hair, sobs bouncing on the trees around them.
Hushed whispers of,
"Not him too... I can't-not him too"
hang in the air as the sheriff brings his cheek to the top of Stiles' head.
Chris is sitting to the side looking white as a ghost and he looks down in disbelief at his own shaking hands.
She looks back over at the sheriff who is still cradling his son but his sobs are now silent whispers in Stiles' unhearing ears.
"Lydia."
The vets wavering voice makes her grip on Scott loosen and she looks up to him. His eyes too are shimmering with un shed tears.
"I know this seems insensitive but I need you to come with me."
A horrified expression passes over both her and Scott's face.
"What!? I can't-I can't leave him!"
Her voice is hoarse and hollow.
"Please...Lydia you can save him."
This draws everyone's attention to her.
She stands suddenly, the blood on her knees from the rough gravel trailing down her porcelain legs.
"What do you mean? How!?"
Deaton signals for her to follow her to his car.
Her shaking legs slowly move forward to meet Deaton at the back of the car. He has the trunk open and he is rifling through a black bag.
"Your connection to Stiles.. I think you can bring him back."
The mention of the boy makes another silent tear drift down her face.
"How?"
Deaton grabs a jar of a dark substance with a small almost unreadable label.
"We need to get you both to the Nemeton.. and fast. We are losing time."
He slams the trunk and turns to face her.
"Ok then what."
"Then...then we perform a complex ceremony I have never seen done before and hope it works."
Her heart drops as she looks at the boy cradled in his father's arms. His pale hand lays limply beside them coated in his own bright blood.
"Let's do it...we have to."
I AM SO SORRY I AM TERRIBLE.. i have had this chapter done for a while but I have been waiting for fanfiction to be fixed so my view counter works(: please leave a review but ...be gentle (: hahah