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When we meet Liz the symbol is somewhat bigger. Not like more symbols were added, but as if it has been enlarged. It's been magnified and is more visible, so if the reason Stiles couldn't see the symbol was because it was too small, that definitely isn't the case now. I exchange a glance with him as we walk into the kitchen of the house to negotiate. He just shakes his head slightly at me, probably done with all my banshee crap. And I don't blame him, I am too.
But it's unmissable. It's a gold symbol on her tooth and it is not a trick of the light. How can he not see it?
"Lydia?" Stiles knocks my arm, I'm drawn from my thoughts and I meet Liz's stupid smile, her smile with that god-damned hieroglyphic that only I can see.
"Yeah?"
"We were discussing what day would be best for moving in." Liz talks for Stiles. Last night when Stiles rang Liz she told us then and there that the house was ours. The offer from the other couple didn't match half ofwhat we offered and the company wasn't taking it. So in a midnight deal they lowered our match by twenty percent and a deal was made. Now we're trying to decide the best time to move in.
"Oh well, you see, we haven't put our apartment on the market yet so..." I tell her, looking at Stiles for him to pick it up.
"Well as you know, no-one is currently living in the house so it's free to move into now if you really wanted, then you can think about selling your apartment." Liz tells us, her smile still set widely on her face. Almost like a really false facade.
"So, say if we started moving in tomorrow, we could take however long because our apartment isn't on the market yet?" Stiles asks, Liz nods.
"It's all up to you," Liz tells us, she places all her sheets of paper into a neat pile in front of her, "I'll leave you to discuss." She nods and walks away, I don't miss how she places a hand on Stiles' shoulder as she walks past. I don't blame her for having the hots for him, but I will get my claws out on her, even if they're not the supernatural kind.
"What are you thinking?" Stiles asks, I sigh and run a hand through my hair, I shut my eyes. "Don't say it..."
"It's bigger this time Stiles," I tell him in a hushed voice, "More clearer."
Stiles sighs and rubs a hand over his forehead. "Can you see what it is?"
"It's..." I say closing my eyes, trying to visualize it, "Almost like a bird." I try to picture the wing like outline, along with the beak.
"Keep it in mind, we'll research it later." Stiles tells me. My body floods with relief that he believes me, he hasn't given up on me. It's like he reads my thoughts. "You know I'd never doubt what you feel."
"Thank you." I whisper to him, then lean over and kiss his cheek. His skin reddens at the touch but I don't notice too much, he just offers me a small smile.
"But what are we going to do with this house?" He asks me, grateful he's dropped the matter of last night and moving onto what we're dealing at hand.
"I don't know if we should move in right away, then we can focus on the wedding. Or if we wait and sort all the 'suicides' out and make sure everything's okay, then move in." I tell him, he nods and runs his thumb over my hand, like he always does when he holds it.
"Why don't we plan to start packing for a week or two. If everything dies down then we'll continue to move, if we're still caught up in our crazy lives we'll hold it off." Stiles suggests.
"Sounds like a plan." I tell him, my voice still hushed. Then Liz comes in and we tell her our plan. So with a little more talking we give over our deposit then she hands us the keys, telling us the house is ours now, and 'It was a pleasure to work with such clients', but she will be in touch soon to talk about when we're officially moving in. Then she flashes us a smile, and I let my eyes linger on her tooth then she walks away, getting in her car and leaving us in our new house for now.
"So it's really ours." Stiles says quietly standing, looking out of the window in the 'study' which I plan on using as a library. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his toned torso, feeling his muscles contract beneath my touch the way they always do. I press a kiss behind his ear.
"When did we grow up?" I laugh lightly, as I let my hands glide up and down him gently scratching at him. My mind swirling in the fact how we're actually moving out of our apartment, getting married and really getting our lives together.
"The minute Scott was bitten," Stiles tell me, he turns around and tangles his hands in my hair. I find a piece of grown out hair at the nape of his neck and twirl it absent mindlessly around my finger.
"Do you ever feel like we missed out on our teenage-hood?" I chuckle, Stiles smiles and nods. Suddenly feeling nostalgic to the way things were when we were younger.
"How many sixteen-year-old's do you know started saving lives, who then went and saved a town?" Stiles questions, but doesn't ask.
"Only us. We were crazy enough to actually do it." I say, Stiles laughs and nods again, kissing my forehead.
"Listen, you know I always believe in you, right?" He brings up again.
"Stiles, I know. I'd be frustrated hearing it all the time, too." I tell him, he looks into my eyes, sternly as if he expects me to breakdown and tell him how shit he made me feel last night.
"I promise to never doubt you again." He tells me, I reach up and peck his lips.
I smile at him, "Then I just have this feeling, that we should totally break into our savings account to decorate this place. And you should definitely let me pick everything out!"
He laughs at me, "Well you can't pick out everything..."
"Wanna bet?" I laugh, I take a step back from him and raise my eyebrows. Everything has to look perfect if we're spending all of our money on this house and there is no way in hell that I'll waste that opportunity all because of Stiles.
"Yes I do." He says his voice suddenly raspy. I nod at him, then our eyes lock and I feel like teenager all over again. That overwhelming excitement I used to get when there was sexual tension between us. And maybe I'm feeling it more because I was mad at him last night. But the rush of heat that travels down my body and the way my stomach stirs excites me, and the argument we were stuck in doesn't matter any more.
"Well if you interfere with me-" I start telling him, taking a step forward. But he cuts me off, his breath tickling my skin as he breathes on my neck.
"What will you do?" He asks, his voice deep and his eyes dark with lust. I have to remind myself I'm actually marrying him and we aren't two teenagers fooling around.
"I'll snap you in half." I say my voice dry, my body is heating up and I meet Stiles' eyes, I wish I hadn't because all I want to do is kiss him and push him up against that wall and-
"Well I'll snap you in quarters." He matches me, I smile and he smirks. One of his sexy smirks that makes my stomach flip and intimidates me.
I don't know when I think of it but the come back slips out of my mouth, "I'll break your heart."
At first I think Stiles will say something like 'You wouldn't' but no, he already wants to top what I said. The sexual tension grows thicker.
"I'll break your soul."
My breath catches, and I lick my lips.
"I'll make you cry," I whisper in his ear, "And not out of joy." I have a surge of smugness run through me at my comment.
"Yeah?" He asks, "I'll make you scream, and not because of death." Heat flushes through me and builds up between my legs, it's overwhelming. He presses a kiss to my neck, feeling his smirk I draw back, eyebrows raised. My lips are pursed and I have to take deep breaths through my nose so he can't tell how incredibly turned on I am right now.
"That's what I thought." Stiles says now I have nothing else to say. I take a step back from him, letting him go.
"Prove it." I wink at him, then I run off, up the stairs of our new house and I hear him coming after me, I laugh with excitement. I reach a room on my left and go in there, thinking that Stiles couldn't possibly tell what room I'm in. But he does. Of course he does he was right at my feet.
I hear him approach and I hold my breath, wanting to frighten him rather than him frighten me. The door slowly opens and I stand behind it. Then in a split second, I quickly come around the door and then his lips are on mine and my legs are locked around his waist. so much for frightening him. His tongue traces the seam of my lips and I open up for him, he pushes me further up the wall, his hands warm against my hips that's bare because my top is rolling up.
My body quickly becomes hot against his, and his hold on my thighs is really making me want to do things to him that I can't because there is no furniture in this house.
"Stiles," I say against his lips, he catches my bottom one and holds it between his teeth. "How are we..."
"We did it against a wall at Scott's wedding, and you can't comprehend how we're going to do it now?" He speaks slowly, his forehead against mine, my thighs tense and Stiles moans.
"You're so-"
"Hot?" Stiles finishes for me, I laugh against his ear as he kisses my neck.
"Good, was the word I was searching for." I sigh, he starts sliding my skirt off, as I only slightly fall down the wall, but he catches me in time then he's throwing my underwear off. I kiss him, harder than ever as I feel his, now undressed self, press against me. I bite my lip, almost moaning out in pleasure.
"I promise to make you scream." Stiles tells me charmingly, and oh how correct he is.
"You know we should probably go into the station." I sigh as we now lie in the bedroom of our apartment. After our quickie against the wall we came back here, realizing there wasn't anything to lie or sit on back at the house.
"Yeah, my dad's probably wondering where I am," Stiles tells me, I lie with my head on his legs on our bed, and I have to turn my head to see his eyes. I nod but don't move, feeling tranquil here as he runs a hand lazily through my hair, I feel my eyelids dropping. I don't think I go into a deep sleep but I definitely doze off for a few minutes.
I have an almost dream, too. Me and Stiles are getting married and are saying our vowels. I don't know exactly what we say but I just see how intense Stiles' stare is and all I want to do is kiss him and-
"Lydia." I wake with a start, and wipe the drool from my mouth, Stiles gaze on me is intent and he smiles when I wake. "Dreaming?"
"Yeah, I was." I laugh, sitting up, my head momentarily spinning with a head rush.
"About me? Was that why you were drooling?" Stiles jokes, I roll my eyes at him and laugh lightly.
"As a matter of fact I was. It was about our wedding." I say, almost shy to bring it up as if he doesn't want to talk about it. However the way his eyes soften and he smiles makes me think other wise.
"And what happened?"
"Nothing strange," I laugh, "We were exchanging vowels and that's it." I tell him shrugging. I don't tell him about the stare, not sure why, as it almost feels personal just to me and my dreams.
"Speaking of the wedding, I'm surprised you haven't been making lists and planning." He jokes, I nod and laugh. He has a good point. I should be making lists and phoning up companies that can wed us. But there's too much death on my hands right now to be planning. Even though I'm dying to do so. No pun intended.
"We're busy people, Stiles." I laugh, and he nods. I kiss his forehead, then settle back down. "And if there wasn't all these suicides going on, I promise you I'd have it all booked and planned."
"I know that," He smiles, "If only we had normal, boring lives."
"Ah, if only." I smile, he nods then takes my hand kissing it, fondly. "Station?"
"Of course." He sighs, so we leave for the station.
My mind goes back and forth between the wedding, to the suicides and then to Liz's tooth. Then I remember an Afreet and I start to panic slightly about the fact there could be a demon running around town. Then before I start panicking too much I think of the wedding, and when I'll start dress shopping and if we'll get married in a church. Then back to the suicides, trying to find ways we could find out if they were banshee's or not. Then back to Liz's tooth and how I must research a symbol of a bird, or something of the sort. See what I can find, and to see if I can get a banshee promotion out of her as I didn't today. Then the Afreet. And it's like a cycle going on for the whole car ride tot the station. All noises around me muffled. If Stiles had attempted a conversation with me I hadn't even noticed.
We arrive at the Sheriff's station and I am immensely relieved I can escape my head for a few minutes. When we enter the atmosphere is weird, almost sullen. Everyone here is working, brows furrowed in concentration and I exchange a confused glance with Stiles. He mirrors my expression.
"Parrish what's going on?" Stiles asks putting a hand on the desk, leaning forward so he can used a hushed tone to the deputy.
"Sheriff has them all working on a case. Says it's important." Parrish tells us, he looks back to the Sheriff's office in which the door is closed. And it's never closed unless someone's in there.
"Are you working on it?" I ask him, he shakes his head.
"I'm on strict orders to answer the phone in case more suicides happen." He tells us, Stiles nods and thanks him, then starts for the Sheriff's office. I follow him. Stiles bursts through the door, somewhat angry.
"Stiles, thank God you're here." His dad sighs in relief, Stiles raises his eyebrows. And by the way Stiles' face has fallen and his eyes are squinted I know for sure he's annoyed.
"What's going on, Dad?" Stiles spits, his dad doesn't seem bothered by his tone but Stiles is biting his lip to stop from swearing or throwing something across the wall, I can tell because I love this man who gets like this when he's mad.
"The girl whose suicide was most recent, Emily James. Turns out she was looking to move out of her parents house and the company she was buying it off of was Andrews." The Sheriff tells us, I don't know if I'm more scared by the fact that we've just bought our new house off of them or because Jess Leatherwood was also buying from them and that means there is a link. Who's still alive.
"And you didn't think to call?" Stiles shouts, his dad folds his arms and leans back onto the desk.
"You were coming in anyway, I didn't know what you were doing today so I let you come in when you wanted to." The Sheriff tells him calmly, Stiles rolls his eyes.
"Well, dad, Lydia and I just bought a fucking house off of them!" The Sheriff flinches slightly but only at his raised voice.
"Stiles," I say calmly, I take his arm and force him to look at me. He snatches his arm away and blows out air from his mouth, turning away from us.
"There has to be someone who works for them that's doing this and I'd say it's supernatural." The Sheriff tells us. Stiles runs a hand through his hair and sits himself down in the chair by the door, biting at his knuckles.
"Do we have a name?" I ask calmly, not wanting the Sheriff to get mad. And I can see why Stiles would be angry, we've been working on this case for weeks now and when he's found new information he hasn't told us straight away.
"With some research we found the woman trying to sell the art studio to Jess, her name was Betty. The woman selling the house to Emily was called Libby." The Sheriff tells us, he picks up a piece of paper to me handing it over with their names and number.
"But they have different names..." I murmur. It can't be, it has to be one person doing this to everyone, not multiple people who somehow get cyanide into peoples systems.
"Then that can't be the reason behind all of this." Stiles sighs, he stands up again and walks back over to me, leaning over the paper I hold.
"What if it was a group of them? You guys dealt with the alpha pack. What if it's a pack?" The Sheriff suggests. I bite my lip and think about the Afreet. Could they come in groups? Is that even a thing?
I shake my head, and blink the thought away. We hadn't even told anyone about the Afreet from the other night, in case it wasn't an actual lead and we'd be hopeful over nothing. So Malia and Kira are doing some research to see what they might learn, I don't think they've found anything yet.
"We don't even know if she's supernatural let alone in a pack." Stiles sighs, his annoyance at his father still clear.
"So do you think it's only one person?" I ask, sighing when I do so and leaning a head on his arm as we stand.
"I hope it's only one person we're dealing with, and not a pack." Stiles tells me, breathing out deeply.
"Then we need to track her, or them. They've killed too many people now, and there's an unusual pattern about the way they're doing it. We need to find whoever it is and stop them." I say with such determination I almost feel invincible. That in this moment I can take on whatever life is going to throw at me.
I purse my lips and Stiles half smiles and pulls me into an embrace. The Sheriff raises his eyebrows.
"And this determination surge, Lydia Martin, is the reason I plan on spending the rest of my life with you." Stiles tells me, kissing my forehead and smiling at me again. I return his smile and meet The Sheriff's gaze, suddenly feeling hopeful for finding this woman and closing all these cases.