Previously: Lydia stood up, wincing at the cold floors on her feet. She crept across her room and out into the hallway as he wheeled Andrea out of her room.
"Hey, what are you doing? She's my friend." Lydia said, trying to shake the grogginess from her voice. The man frowned
"Lydia Martin? They warned me about you" Lydia opened her mouth to scream, but in the blink of an eye he brought his arm up slamming her in the temple. She collapsed, he grabbed her tossing her onto the gurney next to Andy. The last thing she saw was a pair of glowing blue eyes.
July 12th 2 30 am
Lydia stirred awake, her head pounding. She lay still, taking a moment to absorb her surroundings. They seemed strikingly familiar. Like the decoration of the room was similar to one she'd been in before. She couldn't put her finger on it. She brought her hand up to the side of her head, pressing slightly. She winced and looked at her hand. No blood, which she supposed was a good sign. Lydia sat up, the room spinning slightly. She took a moment to steady herself. Across the room on the chair was a pair of jeans, some underwear and a t-shirt. Lydia furrowed her brow. First of all she never wore jeans, secondly whose clothes were these and third she still had no shoes. Probably some kind of ploy to keep her inside this house. On the table next to her was an empty glass and what she discovered was a sealed bottle of aspirin. She picked up the glass and the bottle and walked into the bathroom. She frowned, when her hair got wet, it got curly. And tangled, Lydia understood her hair was the least of her issues but she couldn't help but be annoyed by it. She filled up the glass, took the aspirin and rifled through the draws for a hair tie. She found one, Lydia anticipated some sort of violence in her near future and decided her hair out of her face might be a good idea. If she could run at a Berserker with a baseball bat she could take on whatever was in this house. Quickly she changed and looked around the room for something she could use as a weapon. Nothing, obviously. She had another glass of water and walked over to the door pressing her ear to it. All she could hear was the ringing in her own head, the aspirin hadn't kicked in. Lydia searched the room a second time, her eyes falling on the chair. Sure it would make a lot of noise but she could break it. Despite the complete horror of rescuing Andy from a submerged car to learn she had to be comatose and now kidnapped. Lydia had still rescued her from a car that was underwater. Despite the situation she had a bit more confidence that she was capable of more things physically then she gave herself credit for. Lydia grabbed the chair, placing it sideways on the floor, using her hands to keep it in place she brought her foot down on one of the legs, cracking it. She did this again, the leg broke off. She picked it up and held it like a baseball bat. Lydia expected footsteps or someone bursting in trying to kill her. Dead silence. She guessed the werewolf hadn't stuck around if no one heard that. Lydia tried the door, finding it unlocked. She nearly gasped when she saw the hallway.
This was Andy's house, that's why it was familiar, she'd seen the inside of her room. Lydia stepped out of the room, makeshift weapon first. She heard nothing, except her feet on the floor. Lydia stepped to the side pushing the door into Andy's room open. It was empty aside from a gift box on the bed and a broom on the floor, neither of these things should be there. So there had to be a reason they were. Lydia walked over to it, pushing the box open with the leg of the chair. A woman's voice rang through her head, Lydia felt blinded by a sudden white light.
Your pathetic spell can save the town and apparently it can stop me from killing its people, I wanted to make a demonstration with the banshee but it didn't work, you've made the mistake of starting to care, and you've made the mistake of making yourself human. So come to us, let us reverse the spell, we can salvage the population I promise you. Or die, because I'm sure that if you are gone then so is the curse that protects this County. You can save the people if you're smart Andrea, make the right choice. You said you weren't any good at chess but you know your next move. Because if you don't we will find a way to kill EVERYONE, and haven't you lost enough? It's up to you to kill or save the people you care for, it always is isn't it? Such a shame you grow so attached so fast, for someone who claims they shouldn't feel.
Lydia lay on the floor clutching the chair leg, they'd tried to kill her? When? She wondered, then it clicked. When she'd felt pulled to this room. When she'd heard footsteps and presumably Andy finding this. Lydia picked herself up off the floor. This is what made her drive herself off the bridge. The coven must have had it wrong. Lydia brought the bat back out in front of her and checked the rest of the rooms on the floor. Empty, she shuddered. Something was wrong, there's always something wrong with a silent empty house. She crept down the stairs, had someone noticed they were missing from the hospital? It was still dark out, pitch black and the streets sounded empty. What about Scott and Stiles? Had they been taken to?
Melissa, several other nurses, Scott and Stiles searched every floor, every room and every corner of the hospital. Scott taking advantage of his sense of smell. He stood in Andrea's room.
"Someone took her, a werewolf. Lydia to, I can smell him." He said
Stiles frowned "A werewolf? Like Satomi's pack?"
Scott shook his head "Not part of a pack, and if the witches can't perform magic they have to get someone else to do this stuff for them."
Stiles started to pace "But why take Lydia?" Scott shrugged
"Maybe she woke up, got in the way?" he said, growing more anxious by the second.
Stiles pulled out his phone "I'm calling everyone else telling them to start looking."
Scott walked out into the hallway, Stiles followed "Where?" Scott asked while picking up some of Lydia's bed sheets.
"We can find Lydia, maybe Andy's with her." Stiles nodded, he looked past Scott to see Natalie Martin yelling at both Melissa and the Sherriff.
"What's she saying?" he asked Scott, who turned to listen.
"You two were in charge of protecting my daughter, and this other girl! And what's being done to find them. Last night Lydia said she was going to explain everything to me and to talk to you to about it. So I'm asking you right here, right now what the hell is going on!?"
Scott ran over Stiles chasing after him
"What are you doing with my daughter's bed sheets?" Natalie asked, her voice was sharp. Every word was meant to be heard. Scott nudged the Sherriff
"Tracking dogs right?" Stiles's father nodded "Exactly, Mrs. Martin right now I'm doing everything I can to find your daughter. Melissa will explain what's going on."
Melissa McCall was livid. She did not want to deal with this frantic woman, but she knew she must.
"I will. Come with me, Natalie."
Natalie couldn't have been angrier "Not when my daughter is missing!"
Stiles grabbed Scott and started backing out of the room "Your daughter is missing a lot more then you might be aware of." He said before grabbing Scott and sprinting out of the room, tripping over his own feet.
Derek and Liam approached the broken down home. Well aware of there being people inside
"Should we wait for Kira and Malia?" Liam asked, Derek kept walking
"I don't think we have time. I don't understand how witches could reverse a spell without magic. But we have to stop them. Kira and Malia are coming. You can wait out here if you want."
Liam sighed, he wanted to stay and wait and not have to keep putting himself in danger. But that wasn't right, and not what he knew he should do.
"No, I'm coming." He said, with a new conviction behind his words. Derek turned around
"Stay behind me."
Kira and Malia sprinted through the woods, Kira clutching her sword. Malia growling behind her.
"We're almost there!" Kira yelled, the house coming into sight. They watched as Derek kicked down the door and ran in, claws and teeth bared. Liam right behind him. Malia got there first racing inside as Kira bounded up the porch, as she stepped inside someone threw her to the other side of the room. Three very large werewolves grappling with Derek, Liam and Malia. Kira quickly picked herself up and joined the fight. She slashed a man pinning Liam to the wall in the back
"We have to get downstairs!" Liam screamed, Malia kicked out at a different man
"I smell blood!" she yelled, groaning as he hit her in the stomach. Kira took another swing at the werewolf guarding the door to the basement who was busying himself with Derek, as he fought as a wolf. Kira wondered if Kitsune's could turn into foxes, she pushed the thought form her mind jumping at the man blocking her way. Kira's move at him distracted him from Derek who used this moment to wrestle the bigger werewolf to the ground. Kira kicked open the basement door and half jumped half fell down the staircase. A woman who looked maybe 60 or 70 and Andy were in the basement, the older woman standing over Andrea who lay unconscious still on the table. She stared at Kira
"Now we can't have this." She said, before Kira could react, two other woman appeared form the shadows, one shot Kira in the thigh the other pulled a syringe out of her pocket and injected it into Kira's neck.
"Letharia Vulpina Kira. It's not good for a fox."
Stiles frantically drove while Scott leaned out the window yelling directions at his best friend, even as an alpha there was no more practical way to track someone in while in a car. And it always seemed to be Lydia.
"Scott!" Stiles yelled turning down another dimly lighted street
"Yeah?" he replied, his voice muffled by the sound of the car
"I think I know where we're going."
Scott came back into the car "Andy's not destroyed house?"
Stiles pressed harder on the gas "Andy's not destroyed house."
Lydia tried all he door's out of the house, every single one was locked. Well if they wanted to keep her in here so badly they should've boarded up the windows. She was about to swing then she stopped. She wasn't wearing any shoes. She'd just end up back in the hospital this time with shards of glass in her feet, and the mild concussion she probably had. She opened up the closet near the door. There sat a pair of rubber boots at least 2 sizes too big for her. Lydia had small feet, nothing she could do about it. Lydia pulled them on, and chose the window above the porch. Shortest distance to fall onto pieces of glass. Lydia took the chair leg she was using as her only line of defense and launched it at the window. Despite her knowledge of physics Lydia had no idea if it would break the window or not. If the piece of wood had enough speed or force. It did, the window shattered. Lydia didn't waste any time in pulling herself through. As she landed on the porch and scrambled to her feet. Stiles and Scott rounded the corner onto the street, they pulled into the drive way. Not bothering to shut off the car as they ran over to her.
"Lydia!" they both yelled, Stiles pulled her into a hug. Scott looked around
"Andy's not here is she?"
Lydia shook her head "Nobody's here, I woke up to a bottle of aspirin and these clothes." She gestured to herself.
"Ok, those look like their Andy's. We could use them to track her." Lydia nodded
"I think you could..." She trailed off, her vision blurring, she swayed, and she felt nauseous. Stiles took her arm and put it around his shoulders
"Lydia? What's happening?" she looked down at the floor. It didn't look like the porch, it was stone. Blood dripping down onto it. She could hear a woman screaming in Latin. Lydia looked up to where Scott was standing, but she didn't see him. Instead she saw the bookcase.
"Lydia?!" she heard them both saying. The vision ended, the nausea faded.
"I know where they are."
Stiles looked at her "What? How? Are you sure?"
Lydia nodded "Andy's old house. I'm sure. Scott, I'm sure."
The alpha nodded "I believe you. Let's go."
Kira woke up with her hands and feet bound, Derek, Liam and Malia in the same situation. The three witches stood over Andrea.
"Do you know what to do?" the one with the dark red hair asked
"Yes, I do. Make sure the coyote stay's unconscious. She does too much useless talking. The others are starting to wake up."
Kira struggled against the ropes. A dark skinned woman walked over to her
"Letharia Vulpina, poison to foxes and wolves. Evidently not coyotes. We just have to keep beating her, unfortunately. We don't exactly condone violence." She said, her voice dripping with malice.
"Then what to you call your pet werewolves?" Liam asked, the woman before Kira stood up.
"Security." She spat before returning to the huddle around the table.
Kira turned her head towards Derek, who was just starting to wake up.
"What do we do?" Kira asked, Liam shrugged his eyes stuck on the group of witches. The oldest woman focused her eyes on the three of them
"Good you're waking up, I'm Harriet." Derek frowned
"I know who you are, when Andrea showed up I hope our issue wasn't gonna be you. That maybe you'd succumbed to your actual age and finally died. Cause that's what losing your power means for you, doesn't it?"
Harriet looked furious, "Hand me the knife." She said to the red head, who obliged.
"Don't worry I'll heal her. I don't need her dead just yet." She said as she plunged the knife deep into Andrea's stomach. In the distance Derek and Liam heard Lydia scream.
Lydia doubled over, the run from the car to the house was long and after everything she was exhausted. Physically and mentally. She fell to her knees.
"Stiles, Scott. Go, I'll catch up."
Stiles shook his head "Someone could be out here." Scott nodded
"Lydia we're not leaving you."
She glared at him "I'll go back to the car! Just go!" Stiles helped her to her feet
"Lydia I'll stay with you." She hit him on the side
"Stiles, GO!" she screeched. There was no arguing her now, Scott and Stiles took off. Lydia struggled to her feet, they didn't even ask who was dying.
Scott and Stiles made it to the house as the wind started to pick up, around the same time Lydia got into the car. Thunder cracked above their heads and it started to pour rain as they rain inside. There was no one in the living room but they could hear yelling from downstairs, Stiles grabbed a broken piece of furniture and Scott had transformed. After nearly two years of this the way werewolves looked still managed to irk Stiles. The pair of them raced down the stairs, to find four friends of theirs tied up, three chanting witches, two pools of blood and a screaming Andy. Scott and Stiles ran at the witches, the dark skinned witch threw her hand up throwing them both across the room, pinning them to the wall. Stiles turned his head towards Scott.
"Shit." He said, Scott nodded.
Then the room went silent, wind and the rain stopped. The only sound was the blood dripping onto the floor. The three witches, hovered a few inches above the floor, frozen for a second before falling back down, landing on their feet. Andy coughed, spraying blood. Harriet stroked her forehead.
"Don't worry, you'll live yet. You were supposed to stay comatose, the pain must have awoken you." Her voice was soft, maternal even. Andy looked terrified, more blood dripped down her chin. The pack doubted she had any idea what had happened. The teenager started to cry as Harriet healed her. Within seconds she was finished. Waving her arm allowing Scott and Stiles to fall onto the floor. She joined hands with the other two witches, muttered something unintelligible. Then the three of them disappeared.
Stiles ran over to Andy as Scott untied the others. She was shaking and sobbing. Stiles tried not to look at the blood.
"I was supposed to die! This wasn't supposed to happen! I had- I had it all worked out!" she choked out. Stiles grabbed her hands
"No one's supposed to die young." Andrea continued to sob, her entire body shaking.
"I was! I could have fixed! No one would have to die, I could have fixed everything I screwed up! All the bad things I've done, people would have peace if I was dead!"
Stiles pulled her into a hug, disregarding the blood.
"You're more good than bad, Andrea."
Ok so now I probably won't update until the New Year. Again Happy holidays, Happy New Year. Continue to follow, favorite and review!