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Chapter Eleven

Lydia held her head high, trying to keep as much of her dignity as possible while stumbling around dead, damp leaves in high heel boots. She had her arms wrapped around herself, it was a bit chilly. She looked around, hoping to spot Stiles, or Scott; she just wanted to get out of the forest. Still trying to find someone to show her the way back to her car, she spotted a house in the distance. "Oh thank God" she breathing, rushing over to the building, if they lived in the middle of nowhere, then they must know how to get back to civilization.

Stiles ran through the dim forest, stumbled more than once or twice. He ran back to Derek's house, he could make his way around from there. And if Scott wasn't there… if Scott wasn't there… well then he'd have to call for him from there. He stumbled again, and looked up, breathing hard, in time to see Isaac get launched into a tree. He stood up and walked forward, Derek's house coming into view, as well as Scott, Erica, Boyd, and a dizzy Isaac crouched around the… the "Kanima" Stiles breath. It heard him, as did all the other supernatural beings. "Stiles! What are you doing here?" Scott cried out to him, before the Kanima wrapped its tail around his leg and dragged him down. It arched its tail, and Scott ended up suspended upside down. The Kanima looked at Stiles with its cold eyes. Stiles backed up, though his felt frozen, his eyes glued to the Kanima's. It hissed and fell back on all fours. Boyd tackled it, as you would a football player, grabbing it in a bear hug. Scott tumbled to the ground. Stiles looked around; noticing Allison crouching in front of her father, then noticing all the dead bodies, Gerard's being one of them.

'This was the house', Lydia thought, 'He came out from the grave here, and I helped him' she thought, her limbs freezing up as she remembered all her nightmares, all of them. She cried out at the memory of them, and buried her face in her hands. She stood like that for a minute, though she didn't cry. She took a few deep breaths and continued toward the house. She had to get out of the cold forest, and she wouldn't do it by crying. She kept walking toward the house, eyes on its rooftop.

Lydia was fairly close to the house when she heard the hisses, the snarls, the growls, the grunts. She kept walking, as her heart pound viciously in her chest, threating to either give out, or explode from her chest. Her breathing increased as she walked up to a scene right from a horror movie. A large, humanoid, reptilian creature stood in the middle of the clearing, while clawed, fanged, and hairy…. "Were-wolves?" Lydia mouth, werewolves, four of them, circled it. Allison crouched, a dagger in her hand, by her father, who lay sprawled on the ground, but conscious. On the opposite side of her stood Stiles, staring at the battle with her same horror, but less actual fear… for himself? Or for them? Either way, Lydia returned her attention to the yellow eyed were-wolves; they looked very familiar, even with the hairy faces, pointy ears, and fangs, in fact they looked very familiar. They looked like… Scott, Isaac, her lab partner, Erica, the seizure girl, and Boyd, the loner. She looked from Allison to the werewolves, none noticed her, and so she turned her attention to the reptilian creature. Even against four werewolves, it seemed to be winning. It moved rapidly, and used its tail almost like another arm. It had huge dripping claws on its hands, and the four werewolves seemed to be trying to stay away from them at all costs.

"Lydia?" Stiles said, surprise in his voice as he saw the most beautiful girl in the world standing on the other side of the supernatural battle. "Lydia!" he cried, his surprise quickly having turned into panic. She was staring at the Kanima…. in terror? Why didn't she run? "Lydia!" he cried again, walking toward her.

"Stiles, stop!" Scott called to his friend, when he noticed he seemed to be ready to walk into the middle of the battle. He'd get ripped to shreds! "Stiles!" Scott growled, as his friend picked up pace, running forward. That's when it hit him, he'd been so focused on the Kanima, he almost hadn't heard it…. Stiles had cried Lydia's name… He turned around, and noticed Lydia, standing on the opposite side of Stiles, staring at the Kanima intently, and looking like she was concentrating. The creature held all her focus. "Stiles, stop!" Scott shouted, though he was ignored. Erica tackled Stiles, held his arms behind him, and began to drag him away. His struggling, and the fact that Erica would be unable to fight while holding Stiles drew the Kanima's attention. It lunged at them, and Scott lunged for it, grabbing onto its tail and pulling it back. It whirled around fast enough for its movements to be a blur, even to his own eyes, and raised its claw to sink them into his neck, but Boyd managed to grab its arm, giving Scott enough time to get out of the way. "Stay out of the way, you lovesick fool!" Erica hissed, dumping Stiles on the ground. Stiles scrambled to his feet, looking from Erica to the battle. "Hmph" she said, turning back to look at the battle.

It was too strong, they couldn't stop it, they could hold it off, but for how much longer? Scott worried as he waiting for the Kanima to strike again. Boyd was already panting, and Isaac seemed to be hurt, the Kanima had flung him pretty hard into the tree. It would only be a matter of time before its claws sliced one of their necks, paralyzing them. Then it'd be three against one, and they'd have someone else to worry about… Allison wouldn't leave, she couldn't possibly drag her father away, and she wouldn't leave him here. She wouldn't listen to him, or even look at him. He didn't only have her to protect, Stiles had run right into the middle of the fight! And now Lydia was here too, which meant Stiles might try to do something stupid. He couldn't protect them all, and they couldn't hold the Kanima off much longer. He snarled in frustration. The Kanima's tail snaked forward, grabbing his neck, coiling, and dragging him off itself, Boyd threw himself at it, but it was faster. It gripped his neck, holding him up so his feet couldn't touch the ground.

Lydia breath quickly, she knew him, she did. It was like the dreams; she knew the information was there, it was just a bit fuzzy. But she did know him. She began to walk forward, hand outstretched; she just had to get a closer look. "Lydia!" she heard someone scream her name with fervor. She didn't pay attention, because at that exact moment, he looked at her. It had Scott by the neck, and the loner…Boyd, by the neck as well, its tail wrapped around it. Her lab partner, Isaac, seemed hurt; he glared at the creature, but seemed unable to help. Behind him, he could see Erica, the seizure girl who'd gotten the extreme makeover, holding back Stiles, who was struggling as if she were about to kill him. He seemed to be screaming, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. The lizard man looked as her curiously as she approached it, tilting its head. "I know you" Lydia said, unsure whether it had been aloud or not. It flung Boyd away; he landed on top of Isaac. Scott struggled, but she paid little attention to them, they all faded away, along with the noise, into meaningless backgrounds. "I do know you" Lydia said, her lip trembling. Lydia, NO! She blinked, unsure if she'd thought that, or actually heard it. The Kanima opened its jaws, showing its sharp fangs. It flung Scott away with a flick of its tail, and lunged forward at the same time. LYDIA! She gasped as its fangs sunk into her neck, her eyes wide, memories of Peter's attack flooding her mind, as well as all her nightmares and hallucinations since. She blinked, looking up at the creature, looking him in the eye. She did know him… "Jackson" she murmured, her eyes glistening, it looked at her quizzically as she uttered her ex-boyfriend's name, standing very still.

Stiles was frantic, Erica was actually losing her grip as the boy struggled and pulled, every inch of him hell-bent on putting himself between Lydia and the Kanima. "Lydia!" he cried again, as the Kanima stared at her, holding onto the back of her neck, and onto her back. It looked weirdly like a hug, except Lydia wasn't pulled close to its chest. Scott, limping slightly, dug his claws into the Kanima's back, Lydia crumpled on the ground in a limp heap. Scott flung the Kanima away, but Stiles didn't see how far or where it fell. He was staring at Lydia.

"Go" Chris said, giving his daughter a shove. "Go" he said, with more force this time. Allison looked at him, curiosity and fear in her eyes. "I'll be fine, your friend needs you" Chris said, giving Allison another shove. Allison nodded numbly, glanced around to see how close the Kanima was, then rushed to her friend's side. Chris watched her go, then began to drag himself to one of his dead friend's body. He needed a gun, and this man hadn't been able to unload his entire gun before the Kanima killed him. Feeling was returning to his legs, though they still couldn't support his weight, they could barely twitch and wiggle.

Seeing Allison by the girl, Erica let Stiles go. He was running before her fingers completely lifted off his arms. She didn't think she had the heart to hold him back much longer anyways, there was too much pain in his voice, and she couldn't bear another minute knowing she was causing it by holding him from Lydia. She ran to Isaac's side, he was struggling to stand, grunting and growling, trying to sound as ferocious as he could, to mask his panic, pain, and weakness. She placed her arm on his, "Shh, come on, sit up" she said, wondering if something was broken. That wouldn't heal fast enough; she needed to know if Isaac needed her by him, if he needed protection.

Stiles fell to his knees at Lydia's side; the opposite one Allison knelt by. The hunter-girl was inspecting the wound; there was no need to check for a pulse, they could both see her rapidly rising and falling chest. "Lydia? Lydia, can you hear me?" Stiles asked, wanting to make sure she was okay. She glanced up at them in a daze; Stiles couldn't find any pain, fear, or panic in them. She looked almost calm, if not all there. Stiles gripped her hand, trying to keep her tied to the living. She moaned, and he was instantly at attention, hating himself for just how useless he was, he couldn't do anything to help. Even Allison could do more; she was already bandaging the wound. "Don't leave me" he all but whimpered, Lydia. Stiles struggled not to cry, at his hopelessness, at the girl he loved bleeding out at his feet, at all the weight that was on the shoulders of just a couple of teenagers, the weight that seemed to follow them around. It hurt all the worse when he remembered Lydia had already had to go through this once before, with Peter... That's when Stiles remembered. Peter was back… "Derek…"

Scott gripped the Kanima tight by its throat, and slammed its back into the ground, tightening his grip on its windpipe, snarling viciously. It took him a while to see the Kanima wasn't fighting back. It was hardly moving. Its eyes were staring at Lydia, with wonder, its tongue snaked out, licking its chin, where a dribble of Lydia's blood remained. Its eyes… On closer inspect, Scott saw they were now different. They had pupils, round and black pupils, instead of their regular slits… human pupils. There was white at the edge of its eyes, and its eyes no longer held the cold creature that was the Kanima behind them. They looked confused. Upon realizing this, Scott began to notice other things, its tail was limp on the ground, and was disappearing, its scales were fading away, and Scott could see its nose. Soon it looked more like a he, like Jackson. The more it looked like Jackson, the more recognition came into his eyes. He was nearly fully human when he finally found his voice. The eyes that all this time had been staring at Lydia suddenly widened with fear, with panic. "Lydia!" Jackson shouted, on his feet and rushing to her side. Scott was shoved aside easily; he was no longer trying to pin him down.

"Stay back!" Stiles warned, pretty much baring his teeth at the other boy. Jackson didn't listen; he only knelt beside Lydia and grabbed her hand in his and her forearm in his other hand. "Lydia?" he said, rubbing her hand. Stiles glared at him as if his pain and rage could burn Jackson alive, he hardly felt Allison's hand on his arm until she squeezed. He found her to be looking at him, her expression not one of comfort, but rather a serious one. She looked at Lydia, then at Stiles, then back at Lydia. Not understanding her point, Stiles looked at Lydia as well, to see her eyes were focused, and looking at Jackson. She opened her mouth, to try and speak, but was unable to. Jackson gripped her hand tighter, "Don't leave me Lydia" he said. Stiles didn't like, it seemed more like an order than a plea, at least it did to him.

"But how?" Isaac said, limping over to stand beside Scott. Erica helped Boyd to his feet and they went to stand by the other two werewolves as well. They were close enough to the two, possibly three, humans, but Scott made no move to go to Allison's side. He looked at the three werewolves beside him, he almost couldn't believe they had stayed by him, and fought the Kanima with him. They hadn't left him. "Lydia's immune" Scott said. Allison's eyes glanced up to look at him, "She passed it on to Jackson, when he bit her he must have gotten some of her blood in his mouth, in his system…." She said. Stiles looked around at everyone, "So, it took Lydia's death to save Jackson?" he said, venom in his voice, he clearly thought this was an uneven trade. "She's not dead yet, call an ambulance!" Allison said, returning her attention to her best friend. "What will we do about him?" Erica asked, jerking her chin toward Jackson. "He seems to be human…." was all Scott responded. "What if he really isn't though? What if he becomes the Kanima again tomorrow night?" Boyd asked, eyeing Jackson suspiciously. "We don't know that yet, and we can't know that now, we'll have to wait and see" Scott said, making it clear in his voice that No One would be attacking Jackson while he was human. Allison looked up at him, as if she felt that applied to her as well. Both stared at each other for a while, Allison with her lips pressed into a thin line. She broke her gaze after a moment, looking back at Lydia. 'My friend is more important, at this moment' she seemed to be saying. Scott wasn't sure she was the same person anymore…

*Okay, so I'm extremely busy right now, I get homework from nearly all my classes everyday. I only get around 5 minutes every morning to write[seriously] Sorry for the short, rushed chapter, but the next one will be longer, and more detailed, promise. =) *

P.S. Am I the only one who thought they were making a big fuss about Lydia beign immune because she{or her immunity} was the only thing that could cure werewolves, or Jackson? I honestly thought season 2 was going to end something like this, with Jackson attacking Lydia and becoming normal again.