Bare with me... my mind went a tad overboard. SORRRRRY.
OH, and I wanted to say thank you to everyone who keeps commenting and supporting me and being amazing... sorry I haven't had time to say thank you personally like normal, but seriously, Thank you all!
I woke up in a staggering daze. The wind was loud, my body was aching, the ground was cold and hard. I breathed in dirt, dust and grass. I choked on it. I was smothered in it. My body was coated with a sheen of lukewarm sweat and as I turned over my heartbeat radiated off every fiber in my body, making me pulse like a stereo speaker.
I swallowed down that dirt while turning over. My eyes were open, they had to be open but all I could see was darkness. It was everywhere, it consumed me. I felt my synapses all connecting, every nerve ending in my body screaming at me, it was telling me something, it was fear. I had something to fear in this dark nothingness and even though I couldn't see it, or even sense it yet, I knew exactly what it was.
Who it was.
I brought myself into a sitting position the dark bottomless ground was sticky with what I imagined to be warm oil, but my mind kept screaming blood. I heard the air around me circulate, like being pushed in different directions, almost like the beating of wings. Like a bird was hovering. But I couldn't imagine any living thing here in the dark empty abyss that was consuming me, swallowing me up and never letting me go. That was what it felt like. Like giving up.
But why shouldn't I? I have fought hard enough, read every book I could think of reading, researched every single thing there was to research. Nothing helped. God I had to fall in love with Stiles Stilinski just to realize that I had hit rock bottom. Maybe that's where I was, I've seen that SpongeBob episode. I peaked, I lost my mind, I've definitely lost my perfect GPA, and I lost Stiles to Erica Reyes. What else could possibly go wrong? I wanted to cry, I was sitting in complete blackness probably in the deepest compartment of my mind waiting to be woken up, waiting for face another day.
Though my mind was telling me to be fearful, I wasn't scared, not at all, not until a door slammed and I was met with footsteps. Then, then I was terrified. Eyes that glowed red were all I could see, finally I knew I wasn't blind, they glowed and hovered in the blackness around them, coming right for me. I backed up until I hit a wall, I guess this darkness had a shape.
Stiles, think of Stiles. Lydia please, please just do it. I screamed at myself, but all I could see was red. My heart pounded and it just made the eyes dance closer. I thought of Stiles coming to visit me after the mountain lion attack, I thought of holding him close at formal, I thought of holding his hand skating round and around, I thought of him bringing me a bagel and lying about it. I opened my eyes but nothing happened. I was still here, still in this nightmare with peter Hale coming edging closer and closer. I rapidly blinked to push away tears, but all I could think of is Stiles holding Erica's hand in the hallway, dancing close to her at the dance, kissing her under the cheesy disco ball. I groaned.
It wasn't working!
"Lydia." The venomous voice cooed.
And I shivered, satisfying the monster, since a rich laugh followed.
"What do you want?" I cried into the darkness. Demanded an answer.
I was met with more amused laughter.
"Just leave me alone!" I screamed, holding my ears, trying to make it go away.
"Now, now. Don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you." The voice was closer, the red eyes dancing.
"I told you I had a job for you." He whispered.
Then the lights turned on, like the sound of snapping fingers.
Everything was white, so white and calm it burned.
I shielded my eyes from the light, like I had spent forever in darkness.
He laughed again, Peter laughed and I remembered the blue eyed boy.
"I'm gonna need that kiss." He whispered innocently.
I shivered again.
"Oh Lydia, you really are remarkable." He drawled, absentmindedly playing with some of my hair.
I tensed up, but was too scared to move away.
"I am going to need you to do something for me, do you think you're up to it?" His voice soft.
I looked up, was he honestly giving me a choice?
His eyes burned red, scorched.
"You want answers." He frowned, thoughtfully.
I didn't need to nod to give my desire away.
He leaned down, whispering in my ear.
"I can give you answers, Lydia. I can tell you everything."
I shivered again, holding back a gasp.
Peter wiped a tear away with the pad of his thumb. The feeling left me clammy.
Next, nails, thick, dirty ivory colored nails shot from his fingertips, replacing the normal ones.
He examined them for a moment, coiling his claws together, looking animal like.
"Say the word, Lydia. Say the word and I will show you everything."
I gulped, my throat drier than it had ever been.
This was what I wanted, what I needed.
"Yes." I whispered, my voice cracking painfully.
Then he smiled, the red deepening in color.
The nails he had been examining, the nails I had been examining came closer to me, swiftly digging into the skin on the base of my neck. Inserting themselves into me. I gasped at the contact.
Then the visions came.
I saw me, in my winter formal dress. I saw Stiles and I dancing, and me leaving. I saw the lacrosse field, the lights as bright as the room I was in. I was calling for Jackson, Stiles was screaming for me to run as he himself rushed to me, his feet pounding against the cold earth beneath him. Then I saw Peter, rows of sharp teeth coming towards me. The same teeth and body from that night trapped in the school, the same monster from the night in the video store. Next I was bloody on the ground, Peter Hale hovering over me, territorial, a predator. Stiles begging to spare my life. Stiles scared, more scared than I had ever seen him. Stiles telling Peter to kill him. Stiles never wanting to leave me.
Stiles protecting me.
Next there is Scott and Allison, I see hair, and sharp teeth and glowing yellow eyes. Scott isn't human, Scott's a wolf. Allison is kissing him. Derek, he's there too, Derek is a wolf also. Derek kills Peter. Jackson and Stiles are there, so is Allison's father. They are staring at Peter's dead, bloody body.
Stiles and Scott in a hospital room, my hospital room. They are checking me, seeing if I'm turning. Next I saw Erica, and Issac and that quiet boy Boyd. They're werewolves too. Erica is a werewolf. They became beautiful, and strong, and supernatural. I saw scales, a paralyzing tail, fear in everyone's eyes. I saw Stiles yelling at Scott, telling him it wasn't me, I wasn't the monster. Issac and Erica, they are trying to poison me in chemistry. Allison and Stiles rush me to Scott's. Jackson talking to me, Jackson kissing me, Jackson turning into what they all thought I was. Jackson's the monster. The monster Allison asked me to translate. The monster that ruined the library. Jackson. Allison. Scott. Stiles. All of them, they knew, they tried to protect me, they fought for me. They were all in this.
Scott isn't human.
Stiles isn't as passive as I thought.
Allison is a hunter who fell in love.
Jackson is now as hideous as he is on the inside.
Nothing makes sense.
Everything is in the open.
I came to, blinking rapidly. I had a terrible taste in my mouth, my head was pounding. I quickly sat up, searching the back of my neck for the nails, I could still feel them inside me. Like Peter was in me. I felt exposed and powerless. I looked around, he was sitting in a black velvet chair I had never seen. He was staring at something, a mirror? This was one of the weirdest dreams.
I sighed and tried to stand.
"Don't." Peter demanded.
"It is better if you sit still for a while. It may be too much for you."
I slumped back down. Completely drained.
"Lydia do you understand what you just saw?"
I shook my head, tears coming back to my eyes.
"Your friends, they lied. Lied about so much, so many important things."
I sighed, shakily.
"What are we going to do about that?" He asked, close to my ear again.
I sniffed, tensing up.
"Lydia, I am going to need you to do something for me now."
I closed my eyes, trying not to shake.
"I need one thing, it really isn't that hard, I just need my nephew's blood."
His blood? Derek's blood?
My eyes snapped open, and I looked right into his eyes, so red, filled with blood, with anger.
"Why?" I whispered.
"I need to make things right. Derek took from me, and I want back what's mine."
I started to shake my head.
"Lydia, Lydia, you will do this for me."
His eyes were threatening
"Or I will take from you."
My brows furrowed. He had taken everything from me, what else was left?
"Stiles Stilinski." He hummed. "I can practically smell your desire for him."
My blood ran cold.
"If you don't get me Derek's blood I will kill him." He was sincerity.
"It be a pity, he has so much potential."
"You wouldn't. You're dead. You're not real!" I screamed.
He smiled at me, mocking me.
"I am your fears Lydia. You can't get rid of me just yet."
And then I woke up to a pounding at my door.
I jumped up quickly and unlocked it, throwing the door open, not caring much who was behind it.
Stiles was looking at me, he had a face mixed of confusion and sorrow. I didn't care what he had done to me, what he had kept from me, lied about. I didn't care that he kissed Erica tonight, I didn't care about anything. I jumped into his arms and was surprised to find that he could support me so well.
"Hey" He whispered, rubbing my back. "Calm down, I'm here."
Those words were too good to hear.
He carried me to my bed, not like he had much of a choice. I wouldn't move my arms from around his neck, I wouldn't let go of him, I had done that too much and after that last dream, that nightmare, I never wanted to let him go. I couldn't let him die. He meant too much, to so many people.
He meant too much to me.
"Lydia, talk to me." He breathed as he tucked me back into my bed as if I was a child.
"Stiles, please." I whimpered like a baby and I hated it.
But at the moment I really didn't know what else to say, how else to say it.
The cold feeling hadn't left me. I could feel Peter's red eyes watching.
"Go back to sleep, it's okay." He whispered. Trying to comfort me.
"No!" I snapped. Sure I was tired, but I didn't care.
Stiles was still in his shirt in tie from the dance. What time was it? How long had I been out?
"Stay with me." I whispered and shock molted over in his eyes.
He climbed into my bed after asking at least five times if I was sure. He kicked off his shoes and crawled under the covers. I immediately clung to him and I think no matter how worried he was, he was enjoying this a little too much. He wrapped his arm around me and I pressed my head against his chest. It seemed so simple, something so many people had done. But it was anything but right now. It was intimate and golden and the best thing I needed. I had admitted it after all hadn't I? I loved him.
I loved everything about him. His compassion, his quirky humor, everything that I had always ignored, everything I never wanted to see was now right here, laying beneath me, a strong heart beating, every thump telling me he was real, he was here and it was okay.
"Why did you come here?" I whispered.
"What?" He asked just as softly.
"Why are you here, with me and not still making out with Erica?"
"You saw that?" He was grimacing, I knew it.
"Yeah." I mumbled.
He sighed. "I'm sorry. Really, Lydia."
"Do you like her?" I whispered after a few seconds of silence. I fingered the buttons on his shirt.
"I really don't know what I feel." He answered.
"She's one of the good ones." I mumbled. Because she was, because she probably saved my life.
"Lets not talk about her, okay?" I nodded into his shirt.
"Stiles-" I mumbled.
"hm?" He hummed back, quietly.
"I know, Stiles. I know about everything."
He stirred. So did I.
We were sitting up now, facing each other, in my bed.
"What are you talking about Lydia?"
"I know that Scott is a werewolf. I know that Derek Hale is one too."
His eyes widened.
"I know that he turned Erica and Issac, and that you all knew about this."
Stiles licked his lips.
"I know that Jackson is the Kanima and that you guys don't play for an online gaming sight."
He made a noise that sounded like a muffled laugh.
"Then why did you let me in here? If you know, why aren't you freaking out at me."
I looked down, he had a good point. But he wasn't denying anything so that gave me some faith.
"I know because, because I also know that you were there when Peter Hale attacked me, that you told him to kill you instead of leaving me. Because you waited outside my hospital room for days and because you asked Erica to keep an eye on be because you knew something was wrong."
I grabbed his hand, so soft and big in mine.
"How, Lydia? How do you know these things?"
"You wouldn't believe me."
"I believe in werewolves, and werewolf hunters and lizards that play lacrosse. Trust me."
His gaze was intense, his face set in stone.
"I know this because for the past couple of months I have been seeing Peter Hale in my nightmares and he is pretty much trying to make my life a living hell. Oh, and he is in desperate need of a shower."
Stiles' face went white.
That was the reaction I was going for.
"Stiles, Stiles, seriously? Stiles, where are we going?" I demanded.
I was being dragged out of the jeep, after being dragged out of my house.
"We are going to see Scott." He answered.
I looked out the passenger door, the one Stiles had opened for me. This wasn't the McCall house.
"Here." He mumbled, throwing a black hoodie my way. I caught it, quickly pulling it on. Stiles made me leave my house so quick I was lucky I put on shoes.
We were outside an abandoned building, one where they keep old cargo cars for trains and other large unused transportation devices. Stiles grabbed my hand and I had little time to relish in it. He opened the large door, pulled me inside and slammed it.
"Scott!" He called.
We were met with silence. He walked me further into the darkly lit arena of sort. The air was musty and dust was everywhere. I moved closer to him, the place feeling a lot like my nightmares.
"Stiles?" Scott called.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Came Derek's question.
Derek Hale. Peter wanted his blood. Peter wanted me to get it for him.
I looked up at Stiles, he wore a rather bored look. He didn't give into this strong Derek.
I stood taller, if Stiles wasn't scared, why should I be?
Oh yeah, because he was a freaking werewolf.
"Stiles, why did you bring Lydia?"
"Lydia is here?" A feminine voice growled.
"Easy there tiger." Stiles smirked at her, standing in front of me.
For some reason, this felt heavily like taking sides. I looked down.
Erica crossed her arms and stood next to Derek.
"We need to talk." Stiles sighed, scratching the back of his neck, before looking behind him, looking at me.
So Stiles told the wolves- could I call them that? I really didn't know if I could think of them as just regular people anymore, except maybe Scott, he was still the same, still had the same dumbfounded look in his eyes too. God. Really, what did Allison see in him? I sighed, enough not to kill him and lie to her family. I missed her now more than ever. I really wished she was here too.
"I told you. I told you Derek. This is serious!" Erica glared.
"Wait, you knew? And you didn't say anything?"
"I didn't know how to handle it Stiles." Derek growled.
"Why did you tell Erica?" Scott questioned.
I looked down.
"Erica, why didn't you tell me?" Stiles asked, completely baffled.
"Sue me that I wanted to have one normal date with you without Lydia being all you thought about."
Stiles rolled his eyes, I sighed.
"He- He wants me to do something." I spoke up, not wanting to cause any more fighting amongst them. Though I had a feeling this was heavily how they got things done around here.
"What? What did he tell you?"
"Does it really matter? He's dead, you killed him, Derek." Scott yelled.
"I know that." Derek spat. "But-" His voice died out.
"What did he say?" Stiles asked again.
"He told me that I needed to get him something, Derek- Derek's blood."
"Morbid much." Erica sneered.
I closed my eyes, seeing red eyes, red as blood.
"He wants my blood?"
"That's what he said. He said he needed it. That you took something of his." I shrugged.
Talking about Peter Hale made me feel like he was with us, it sent a shiver down my spine.
Derek's eyes lit up, he started pacing before disappearing completely into one of the subway cars.
Stiles looked down at me and shrugged. Scott walked over.
"So you know, about me?" He asked.
I nodded.
"I'm sorry, Allison was right. We should have just told you."
I sighed. "It's okay."
"We won't let him hurt you, okay. I promise. He isn't real."
"Yeah he is, Stiles." I shook my head.
"He dug his nails into my neck and showed me memories."
Scott and I both rubbed our necks at the same time.
"Okay, well whatever, it's not like you're going to get Derek's blood."
I looked away, regrettably towards a still sour Erica.
"What's that look for?" She asked, jumping off a box and walking over.
"What are you talking about?"
"I know that look."
Stiles and Scott looked at me too. I flipped my hair and crossed my arms.
"No clue what you're talking about, Erica."
"Whatever he told you, you can't do that."
I scoffed.
"Scott! Come here!" Derek yelled from the dark crevice of a subway car.
Erica's eyes never left me. Stiles followed Scott, not at all invited.
"What is is?" She asked.
"I-I can't-" I looked away.
"Lydia. He's evil."
"You think I don't know that?" I snapped.
"Then what is it." She asked. "I can smell the uncertainty."
"You can do that?" I asked, scratching my forehead, deep in thought.
"Yeah. So spill." She demanded, all arched eyebrows and crazy eyes.
"He threatened me." I whispered. I could see the outline of Stiles' silhouette from the overhead lighting.
"He threatened to kill Stiles." I shrugged. "I don't know what to do."
Erica tensed up, I swear she was about to snarl.
"Stiles?" She growled. There was a biting edge to her voice, a territorial edge.
I didn't like it, but then again I didn't like this situation.
The next few hours sort of went as a blur. All I wanted to do was sleep but I was so worried that if I did, I would get sent back into my nightmares, back to Peter, back to hell. Stiles had stuck close by me, but seemed distant. Erica told him, as soon as he came out of the car with Derek and Scott. She told him like I knew she would. She didn't trust me, and could I really blame her for that? She didn't want anything to happen to Stiles, probably more than I didn't. She rushed through pages of older then time books, I was surprised and a bit envious of her delicacy, her being so forceful.
"Will someone please tell me what's happening?" A panicked Allison ran through the door.
"Allison!" I yelled, jumping up and running to hug her.
Nothing mattered, her keeping things from me, it wasn't a big deal anymore. She had her own problems, she needed a friend and I ignored it, I acted like it was all about me, and I was so sorry.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I mumbled into her sweater.
"Lydia? What is going on?" She asked, her told tight on me.
"She knows." Scott said, solemnly. I let go of her and she ran to him.
"You were right, I'm sorry." He mumbled between kissing her.
"No, you guys were right." I sighed, feeling Stiles' arm wrap tight around me.
"No, Lydia, we should have told you." Allison frowned.
"Yeah, especially with all the stuff dead alpha is doing." Stiles scoffed.
"Dead alpha?" Allison mimicked. "Peter Hale?" She looked right at Scott.
"We have a lot to fill you in on." Scott sighed.
"I found something!" Erica yelped. Her eyes blazing, the harsh lighting doing nothing for my nerves.
Derek swiftly moved towards her, taking the large, leather bound book from her strong grasp.
"Jeez Derek, where the hell did you find that?" Stiles asked, walking over.
"Is that right?" Erica asked at Stiles' side.
Derek ignored everyone around him, his eyes moved quickly, darting to me.
"Is what right?" Stiles asked, his voice growing with annoyance.
Derek Hale's eyes, so smoldering held mine possessively, boring into me.
I had to gasp at the intensity of it all.
He slammed the book on the table, loosening the connection, making everyone in the room jump.
"Damn it." He growled under his breath.
"What is it?" Scott asked.
Stiles moved towards it, reading quickly. His eyes widening. "No way." He whispered.
"I should have saw it. How could he..." Derek trailed off, in his own thoughts.
"Will someone please say something less vague?" Allison asked, Scott's hand tight in hers.
"It's wrong." Stiles shook his head, walking in front of Derek's view of me. "He's wrong."
"I highly doubt that." Erica mumbled, arms crossed, eyes intense.
Stiles laughed and walked over to me.
"He's got the wrong girl, Lydia isn't-" He looked at me "She can't be-" His voice fell soft.
"She wasn't affected from the bite, she wasn't paralyzed by the poison." Derek rubbed his chin.
"She can see a dead werewolf when she falls asleep." Erica muttered walking closer to Stiles.
Stiles shook his head, looking back at me.
"Lydia, to put this gently, you're a witch." Erica sneered. A large smile on her face.