"Thank you." I said, turning to face him. "For letting her stay." I said before he could respond. He simply nodded, his light eyes boring into mine. They were fiery and intense, and I could feel my knees growing weaker by the second. Each moment that passed with his eyes on me burned like an inferno. He moved forward until he was standing before me. His arms slowly made its way around my waist, pulling me close to him as his lips connected with mine. They moved slow and gentle, as his other arm wrapped around me as well. His lips made their way down to the side of my neck, leaving a fiery trail in their wake. Making his way down to my shoulder he slowly pushed down the strap of my tank top; his teeth nipping at my skin. I bit my bottom lip to keep quiet. I drew in a breath as his thumb brushed against my stomach. "You know we have company with super hearing." I muttered into his ear. He gave a low growl, straightening enough to give me one last kiss before we were forced to make our way back into the main room. I pushed up the strap of my tank top, hoping to not leave any evidence of the interlude that just took place.
As we walked back into the main room, I heard Erica and Isaac talking in the subway car, while Amy and Boyd seemed to be getting along, sitting on the stairwell chit chatting with each other. Then a thought occurred to me. "Derek, should we tell her about Jackson?" I whispered, looking up at him. "I mean, she is apart of the pack now- and she might know how to help us." I said. His lips were set in a tight line, and I could see in his eyes how he weighed the pros and the cons against one another. "Okay." He said. I nodded. "Amy? Can we talk?" I asked. She looked up at me with a nod, getting up and following me into Derek's room. The three of us stood there, and I decided to start the conversation. "There is an old Archaic Latin term, in reference to a supernatural being. It's called a Kanima." I explained. Recognition flamed in her eyes. "Why do I get the sense you know what that is?" I asked. "Because I do." She said. "My mother told me stories about things like that when I was a little girl-" "So do you know how to cure it?" I asked anxiously. "Well… in legend: only true, human love can fix it." She explained. I ran a hand through my hair, cursing under my breath. "Well, we could very well be screwed." I muttered, looking up at Derek. I saw a muscle in his jaw clench for a moment. "What exactly do you mean?" He asked. "From what little I know, the only way to cure a Kanima is with love. It has to be a mutual love- and it has to be real. Then, in it's weakest, most vulnerable moment, you have to kill it." I couldn't help the physical shudder that went through me when she said "kill it". "Once it has died, the host will be reborn as a beta." He explained. I looked up at Derek. "How the hell do we fix this?" I asked angrily. "If there's one person that Jackson cares more about himself than, it's Lydia." He said. "So, in order for this to work, we have to tell her… everything?" I said, looking at him as if he were insane. He was starting to sound it too. But I could see that the very idea made his stomach twist too, because his eyes grew cold and his jaw clenched again. "It's the only way to stop him without killing him. And even if it came to that, as far as we know there is no way to kill him." He said. I thought over what he had told me, nodding once. "What's going on?" Amy asked, her eyes growing wide at our casual talk of the Kanima. "You know how those stories about the Kanima were supposedly just stories?" I asked, looking down at her as she nodded. "Well, they're a lot more truthful than you might think." I said.
We had a plan. And while it was sketchy at best, in a situation like this there's no such thing as "fool proof". After Derek had called Scott to fill him in, I was going to go find Lydia, and bring her back to the abandoned basement. Then, we would be responsible for explaining everything to her. We'd explain why we needed her help. Why she was the only one who could help Jackson. Once the plan was set, it was all a matter of carrying it out. I looked up at Derek who's entire demeanor was rigid, tense and all in all cold. "Okay. Okay- I can do this." I muttered to myself, glancing up at Derek who's mind seemed to have drifted off to somewhere unknown. Just then, Scott made his way down the stairs, walking into the room. "She's at home right now. I don't know how long she'll be there, so you'd better be quick." He said, looking first at me, and then Derek. I turned and looked up at him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, wrapping an arm around my waist. It was like no matter how many times he kissed me, it sent shivers through my entire body, and set my senses on fire.
After a heated moment we were forced to part due to our short window of time. I followed Scott out of the basement and to my car. I figured she'd have a harder time running away if she were in the car with me. Even then, I was simply going to talk to her. Tell her I wanted nothing more than a conversation. 'Yeah- in an abandoned basement with a bunch of werewolves.' A voice in my mind said. I sighed, twirling a piece of my hair around my finger for a moment. "You think she'll listen to me?" I said, as we drove toward her house. I looked over at Scott, who seemed just as nervous as I was. "I hope so." He muttered, only adding fuel to the fire that was already making me as nervous as I was.
I parked outside of Lydia's house, and took a survey of the perimeter. There was only one car in the driveway, and I'd seen it in the parking lot before, so I knew it had to be hers. Undoing my seatbelt, I turned to Scott. "Stay here. I'll be right back." I said, quickly getting out of the car and shutting the door. I walked up the porch steps and rang the doorbell. I waited, hearing her high-heels click against the floor. She came to the door and opened it, looking at me for a moment. "Hi. How can I help you?" She asked. Oh- if only she knew. "Hi. Um, my name's Selene. I'm in your English class- actually, I sit next to you. But uh, well, I was wondering if we could talk for a minute." She shrugged. "About what?" She asked. Damn it. It wasn't like I could tell her that she was practically the only person in Beacon Hills that didn't know about the supernatural beings in the vicinity. "Well… it involves Jackson-" I began. "Why? What happened? Is he hurt?" She rattled off questions like rapid fire. "No, he's… he's fine." I said, hoping to calm her down a little. But she suddenly seemed very willing to talk to me. "Can… can we go somewhere to-" "Sure." She said, pulling the front door shut behind her. I nodded, leading her back to my car. As we neared it, she noticed Scott and gave a slight smile. "Hey Scott." She said, climbing into the back seat. "Hey… Lydia." He said nervously. His heartbeat picked up the minute her car door was shut.
I made quick business of getting to the abandoned basement, but decided against parking in the alley for the sake of keeping her from running out of fear. Though even now- in one of the least populated places in Beacon Hills, she seemed relatively comfortable. I parked just a little ways from the entrance, before we got out of the car. As we walked around to the alley-way, I could feel the rise in tension- it practically radiated off of Scott. We walked down the stairs, and into the main room. I made sure to shut the door behind me, before heading down the stairs.
"Where… where are we?" Lydia asked, her voice shaky, and her heart beating fast. "Hello, Lydia." I heard Derek say. He stepped out of the train car, and I watched as Scott stood next to him. "Lydia." I said, hearing her heart beat pick up as she backed up against the wall. "What the hell is going on?" She asked, her eyes wide and confused. "You said this was about Jackson." She said, looking over at me. I nodded. "It is. But it's also about you." I said carefully, moving toward her a little. She flinched when I touched her arm, but I simply led her over to the stairs and sat her down. "Listen- you know how you've been having those hallucinations?" Her eyes became wide, and her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something. For a moment though, she was silent. "How… how did you know about that?" She asked. "You've been seeing red eyes, haven't you? In your dreams- your delusions." She had started shaking then, as if she were freezing cold. "What… how-" "Their the eyes of the old alpha." I said, glancing up at Derek who stood a few feet away, listening silently to the conversation. "Alpha?" She asked, confused. I nodded. "An alpha werewolf." She froze then, both recognition and fear in her eyes. "You… are insane." She said, looking at me and Derek. I bit my bottom lip. "Derek- show her." I said, looking up at him. He nodded once, and let himself shift partially. As the final changes became apart, so did his red eyes. And suddenly, Lydia was screaming her head off. Yelling for help and trying to scramble up the steps. But I held her in place, turning her to face me. "Lydia!" I yelled, forcing her to meet my eyes. She stopped dead, and I turned her so that she could look over at Derek. He stood still, watching us very carefully. "He won't hurt you." I murmured, as she began to calm down a little. "He… How…" She looked at me with tears in her eyes, and I could tell she was overwhelmed, and confused. "Are you-" I nodded, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Jackson needs your help, Lydia. See, something happened to him. He's not… human any more. He's something else. And you're the only person who can help us fix him." She began to sober, and she glanced back at Derek, as he shifted back to his human form. "I'm the only one who can help him?" She asked, looking back at me. I nodded. She nodded once. "Okay. For Jackson." She said. She was still visibly shaky, but for a human- she was strong.