Having no idea what Lydia was doing all the way out here at a burned down house belonging to the Hales, I pulled up outside and grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment before getting out of the car. I shone it forwards, shuddering at just how spooky this place was. The trees groaned and cracked as the wind pushed against them as the house creaked, the gaping black orifices of the windows seemingly swallowing up the night as I nervously inched closer. "Lydia?" Please don't let there be a serial killer here, please don't let there be a serial killer here, I am so done with serial killers. "Lyd-!" Inhaling sharply when my torch landed on the figure of a man, I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. The light trembled as my hand shook, rising up the naked torso which was smeared in what I could only describe as block soot and dirt before the light reached his face.

Luminous blue eyes shone back at me, causing me to freeze up entirely. The torch dropped from my hand as I recognised the face and also knowing full well that this guy was supposed to be dead. Scott and Stiles had told me so, yet here he was walking and breathing. Naked. Oh god, I am going to need so much therapy after this if I survive the night. "Well, well, well, isn't this a surprise?" The lucid thrum of his voice made my skin crawl as he advanced towards me with slow, purposeful steps. I backed up, not wanting him anywhere near me but when my back hit the car, he was suddenly right in front of me, clawed hands wrapped around my neck as his eyes continued to glow. "How lovely, such soft and subtle skin, it looks almost like porcelain…"

Now I was terrified, but in the back of my mind, I was able to tell that this guy didn't intend to kill me or even hurt me as it would have no benefit to him. Thank god for magic siren powers, at least now I could be sure that I'll make those therapy sessions. "Where's Lydia?" Although not as strong as I would like, I was rather proud of the fact that my voice didn't shake.

"Your friend? She's fine, though probably a little mentally disturbed." Peter informed me, stroking my neck with the tip of his claw as I continued to arch as far away from him as I could. "But if I were you, I'd be more concerned with your own predicament at the moment."

"You're not going to hurt me." I told him softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I continued to level my gaze with his, no longer intimidated by him. Compared to Gerard, this guy was like a pussy cat at the moment, though I knew full well that that could change instantly if I pushed him too far. "You're curious about me, you think you know what I am, and until you know whether or not I'll be useful to you, you'll keep me intact as not to risk damaging a possible future investment." Stupefied, Peter pulled his hand away from my neck but didn't step back, leaning over me as a deadly smile began to rise to his lips.

"Now that is interesting." Turning my head away from him with a squeak as he leaned down and began to sniff at my neck, I considered kicking him in his rather exposed area but decided against it. I doubt it would do much harm, and he'd probably kill me afterwards just to make a point. "Your scent, it's like an ocean breeze. Intriguing." Hearing someone come stumbling out of the house, I looked past Peter's shoulder to see Lydia's smaller frame staggering forwards, stopping just by the flashlight as she gasped.

"Cordy?"

"Lydia!" Relieved that she was okay, I turned a glare at Peter before all at once, pushed him off of me. Surprisingly he actually stumbled back, making me realise that for some reason he was rather weak at the moment, so I took this opportunity to run to Lydia and seize her, pulling her against me to protect her. "Why are you here, Peter? Are you an alpha again? Back from the dead to kill people like last time?"

"No, nothing so uncivilised. I just felt like I was missing out on so much fun." He bared his teeth in a rather terrifying smile. "But first thing's first, you wouldn't happen to have any clothes on hand, would you?" I stared at him blankly. "Thought not. In that case, I'm afraid I'll have to take your car." And before I could even stop him, he'd opened the door and got in, turning the engine over to drive off, leaving me behind with a dumbstruck Lydia in my arms.

"You damn wolf!" Yelling after him angrily, I growled out of frustration before grasping hold of Lydia's face to see what he'd done to her. I saw nothing physically wrong, but she was totally spaced out and unresponsive. "Okay, okay this is fine. We can handle this. Come on Lydia, let's just get you home." Her car was parked not too far away so I guided her towards the passenger side and sat her down, strapping the belt across her before taking the driver's side.

I drove her home, practically carried her inside then dropped her onto her bed where she was already fast asleep like nothing had happened. "You owe me big time for this, as well as an explanation Lydia Martin." Satisfied she was safe, I opened up her closet in order to pull out the spare bedding, making a place for me to crash since my car had been stolen by a zombie werewolf who had somehow been raised from the dead. I'd already reported it stolen, so hopefully they'll find it soon. If not, I'm hunting down that wolf and I'm going to scream at him until his ears bleed.