So it's nearly the end which makes me really sad because i enjoy writing about this pairing of Lydia and Stiles. I'm trying my best to cram in loads of fluffy stuff! And in case you haven't noticed, i'm a big fan of the friendship between Issac and Lydia! Also the next chaoter is christmas which i'm really excited to write :)
Thanks for the support, I wouldn't write this if it weren't for you guys.
Lydias pov
My body tenses as i hear a distinct mans voice cry out in pain, it makes my blood turn cold and every hair on my back stand up. Stiles. I look at Issac who stands frozen in fear and shock as he tries to focus on whats going on downstairs.
"That was Stiles" I whisper, tears already fill my eyes and i push my way past Issac, carefully but quickly hoping down the stairs. He's behind me, whisper shouting my name, but i ignore him.
"What the hell are you doing!" He excalims as i near the arch of the door, he grabs my body by one arm and pulls me into his chest as he stands against the wall. I forgot about the desert wolf. We had narrowly missed her when she climbled, broke, through a window. Issac heard and dragged me into the nearest room and we held our breath and hoped for the best.
I put a hand over my mouth so she won't hear me breathing. Her talking had stopped and i'm standing so close to Issac i think i'm moulding into him. Then she starts talking again.
"Can you hear Stile's heart?" I whisper to him, he pauses for a moment then nods, relief floods my body. I need to see hes okay. Or if hes not. I decide to risk looking around the corner and i find Stiles nearly unconcious with a thick long shard of glass stuck in his chest. The blood is dark and makes his t-shirt look black. His face his pale and his eyes are drifting shut. I feel sick. I have to help him.
"Issac, we have to help him, he can only heal if we take it out" I tell him, whispering, my eyes flood with tears and he looks hesitant and he bites his lip. Then theres sudden shouting between Malia and Corinne. Theres 'bitch' calling and a lot worst.
"We can't leave him!" I exclaim to Issac, my tears are running down my face now and I can't stop it, he looks around the corner and sighs, turning back to me.
"We can't just go in there!" He says, i look back at him, my boyfriend, practically on deaths door. I contemplate my decision. I can go out there, dive for Stiles, risk getting shot or i can watch him suffer, who knows how long it will take for the two to work it out?
Then Malias flying across the room, her fangs and claws out. She lands roughly and i'm pretty sure i hear the crack of her back. She gets to her feet but before Malia can tell us to move the desert wolf comes in eyesight of the door frame. She sees us and looks amused as if shes entertained that more people showed up. She wears leather and has her eyes glowing a bright blue with her claws out. She looks fairly young, her skin is tinted and her eyes are dark like Malias.
Issac is stood infront of me, fangs, claws and sideburns out, he lets out a howl that loud and personal it makes my skin arupt with goose bumps and make my eyes turn into a pitch darkness. Corinne watches us, then when she sees me she looks confused but she quickly masks that expression.
"Hurt either of them, and i'll break your bones" Malia growls. Her mother lets out a cackle. Its high pitched and sounds like a dying pig.
"I'd like to see you try" Corinne snarls then she charges for Malia anyway. I make a run for Stiles as Malia and Corinne battles it out. I kneel down beside him and examine the wound.
"Stiles?" I say, Issac had flilped the light on, i think this counts as an emergency, "Stiles, can you hear me?"
His eyes slowly open, they looked drained of life and he gives me a weak smile as he gakes my hand.
"You're gonna be okay" I tell him, my tears spill down my cheeks and he winces and nods, i need to get this out of him. The glass isn't deep enough to reach his heart, at least i think, but its also deep enough to kill him.
"Lyds," He chokes out, he breathes deeply through his nose, then out through his mouth, "I love you"
I involuntarily let out a loud sob that rackles through my body. Why is he saying that now? At this very point. But something inside me gives me hope, even if its the tiniest spark. I can't feel it. If he was dying i would feel it, but I haven't. I let out a breath and let myself relax a little.
"You're not gonna die" I tell him, gripping onto his hand.
"I'm not?" He gets out, he laughs a little and i squeeze his hand.
"We need to get this out of you," I tell him. If i went to remove the glass with my hand i would cut myself. So i look around for something i could use. My eyes falls down to my skirt. I rip off a large peice that wraps around the entire length. I wrap the cloth around the glass and breathe in deeply.
"I'm sorry" I whisper to him and yank out the shard of glass as best as i can out of his chest. He yelps out in pain and his face contorts in agony and i think he's going to pass out.
I drop the glass immediately as soon as its away from his body. Corinne had stopped and looked over at us, only to continue her fight with Malia and Issac. Stiles has gone grey. His shirt is soaked through with blood and i start feeling sick.
"Stiles, you gotta stay awake" I say to him, his eyes flutter and he says something in decipherable. His eyes shut but his chest still rises heavily with each pained and raged breath. Hopefully he'll start to heal.
Issac passes a jar to Malia that was rolling around on the floor she grabs it urgently. Its the claws. She fumbles nervously as she puts them on but before her fingers make it to her mother, Corinnes long slick fingers enter her stomach. Malias eyes roll and she lets out a moan. Issac stands near, his breathing heavy watching as Corinne sucks the life out of her.
"I want my power back" Corinne spits spitefully. That seems to make Malia snap into focus.
She digs the lethal claws into her mother stomach and she trembles, her knees going wobbly, "I want my family back" she says with so much hate and passion i actually believe her words. Corinne goes pale and i see a strip of sweat lining her forehead. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and Malias eyes start becoming a more powerful blue, its as if they expand as well. Then once shes sucked every morsel of power out of her mum, she lets her fall to the ground and she goes unconscious.
Malia lets out a shaky breath and she removes her claws, her hands are a sickly red from her mothers blood and she wipes it on her shorts. Issac watches her carefully as he returns to human form.
"You did it" He says quietly, she looks up at him, her hair falling over her eye.
"We did it" She says then the gap between them closes as their lips meet for the first time. At first Issacs tense but he soon holds Malia and deepens the kiss. She pulls at his face to edge him near to her, and i understand that feeling. That one feeling where you can't think of anything more better than the taste of the person you love. I smile to myself and focus my attention on Stiles.
He seems to be bleeding more now, as if the shard of glass was stopping the leak. Soon everyone comes rushing in, Melissa comes to me first when her eyes fall on Stiles.
"How'd this happen?" She asks as she examines the wound, this can't be easy, he's pratically a son, well i guess legally he is.
"Glass" I say panicked. If anyone can fix him up is Melissa. I have total faith in her.
"Shouldn't he be healing?" She asks as she presses her finger in a spot near the wound to check his reaction despite being asleep.
"I think he's loosing to much blood" I say, by now Scotts crouched down beside me, his face devoid of colour and his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly.
"Pressure," Melissa says carefully, "Apply pressure"
"me?" I say looking at the wound, we're wasting time, we need to be quick. She nods and gestures as she uses her phone presumably to phone an ambulance. I look at Scott and he just nods like his mother so i start pressing my hand to his wound as Scott takes his pain. My hands quickly get sticky and wet from the substance and i'm finding it hard to contain myself.
Then his eyes dart open, blue, and he lets out a desperate breath. Scott falls back in pain and i remove my hands from his wound. Then Stiles holds onto my hand as he gradually begins to heal, Scott tells Melissa to cancel the ambulance.
"You gotta learn to not get yourself hurt" I let out as my tears fall uncontrollably, he manages a smile and closes his eyes as the process continues. Then within another 2 minutes he's healed and we're sitting him up against the wall.
"Lyds, its okay, i'm okay now," He says, i look at him confused so he continues, "Your heart, its going extremely fast"
I laugh as i envelope him in a hug and hold him tight, his blood stained clothes smearing into mine. He holds me back tight too.
"What do we do with her?" Malia asks, nudging Corinnes shoulder with her foot. Issac holds onto her hand as she leans forward. No-ones surprised by their gestures.
"Deaton will deal with it," Scott says as he just text him. I look over to Braedon, Melissa crouched before her, trying to remove the bullet with Derek by her side taking the pain. Soon eveyones sorted, Braedon with a sling on her arm now, Issac and Malia not being able to let go of each other, Stiles healed and feeling better and everyone else unharmed.
"You all need to go home, get some rest" Melissa tells the people who don't live here, they all trudge out of the door looking as if world war three just happened in here.
"Sorry, about the windows and damage, i'll pay for it" Malia says as she walks out Melissa responds by putting a hand on her arm and kissing her forehead and telling her, "not to worry"
Me and Stiles walk up the stairs and shower throwing away our clothes as we know not even the strongest washing detergent can remove the blood stains, my skirts ripped anyway. So after we've showered or bathed me and Stiles get into the soft sheets and cuddle. My head pounds and my ears ring from the gunshots.
"Are you alright?" Stiles asks me, he kisses my head as his arms wrap around me.
"Yeah, are you? You were stabbed" I say against his chest.
"I'm fine, i'm just glad we all made it out alive" He says, and he's right. It feels so much better when everyone is alive and well, even though Braedon is injured but we're all still alive.
"Yeah," I say then add, "Like a Christmas miracle"
"Yeah i guess so" Stiles laughs. So we cuddle in bed and fall asleep in each others arm feeling content with the misson that just took place.