Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. The only characters I can say I have claim over is Morgan, Alana, Tiffany, and Collin.
This chapter's shorter than my others so you won't be as bored with it.
"I know you're there," the girl said into the mirror in the girls' bathroom. She made sure to come early so that there would be less of a chance of anyone walking in.
"Talk to me," she yelled this time, she was determined to get their attention.
She took a step back as the bathroom started to darken and a swirl of darkness formed in the mirror where her face was.
"I don't appreciate being called out during the day, little witch. What is it that you want," the voice asked sounding annoyed.
"What the hell was that yesterday? Those damn hunters attacked me and the boy! I know you know something so spill," she was composed but her words carried fury behind them.
"Of course I know something...but then everyone knows something, why not ask what you want to," the voice was playing with her, it fed off of her anger.
She let out a frustrated grunt, "I don't have time for this! Did you tell the hunters where I would be?"
Something kin to a laugh came from the mirror, "No we didn't, none of us said anything, I'm sure you remember our agreement. I'm not to tell anyone about you, and you're supposed to have the boy on your side within three," the voice paused, "you have one day now."
Morgan waved her hand, "we don't have to worry about that, he's already agreed to help me. So there's nothing you can tell me about what happened?"
The voice sighed, "we have no new information aside from Madam Argent being livid. They do know that you're a witch now so they're preparing for you. I'm sure they're trying to enlist some special help."
Morgan paused, " what do you mean about 'special help?'"
The voice was getting bored now, " they know about the hybrid and they're upping their security, they've already told Allison to be aware."
"But she already knew about Lydia," Morgan said.
"Yes," the voice said with a sigh, "but they didn't know that. She also approached her parents about something she found in the woods after you left yesterday, they lied."
"What do you mean they lied," Morgan asked.
"You'll see," was all the voice said before the bathroom lights their brightness and Lydia walked in.
Morgan turned the water on quickly and made like she was washing her hands.
"Is someone else in here," Lydia said as she walked over to one of the sinks re-applying lip gloss in the mirror.
"What? No, no one else is in here," Morgan said a little too quickly.
"Is that so," Lydia turned to Morgan now and placed a hand on her arm causing the other girl to look her in the eyes. "Morgan, that is your name right? No one seems to talk about you much."
Morgan swallowed feeling a chill come across the air.
"I want you to do something for me," Lydia said gazing into Morgan's eyes and spoke the next words slowly, "I want you to do everything I say and follow me around like you worship me."
Morgan just stared right back before cracking a smile.
Lydia looked flustered before trying again, "do you hear me? From now on I will be your whole world, you will serve me."
Morgan laughed now, "I'm sorry little girl, but you're barking up the wrong elm tree. You can't use your little powers of persuasion on me."
Lydia stepped back looking a bit frightened before she replaced it with anger, "who do you think you're calling little. I can run this school with a snap of my fingers. Do you see what I've done, they worship me!"
Morgan laughed bigger now, "you may think they worship you but that's because you're doing the thinking for them. They couldn't care less about you now that you're not dating Jackson. What? Did you think that because of your near death experience that you'd somehow have them all at your beck and call? Sorry to break it to you honey, but all of this is a lie and you know it. I can smell it on you."
Lydia was taken aback. No one had ever spoken to her like this, especially not a nobody like this girl. "Do you know who you're talking to," Lydia asked narrowing her eyes.
"Yeah," Morgan said with a laugh, "Lydia Martin, ex-girlfriend of Jackson Whittemore, mathlete, fashion icon -to Beacon Hills High-, victim."
Lydia looked stunned, she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off.
"Now listen little girl," Morgan said closing the distance between her and Lydia, "you can't do anything to me or the others. You see, we all know what your deal is even if you don't. Sure, you think you've got something going but you don't know what a danger you are. I can almost guarantee that you'll be dead in a matter of days."
Lydia's eyes were wide in silent rage as her face turned a new shade of red.
"Don't speak," Morgan said putting a finger to Lydia's lips and ruining her impeccable lip gloss, "I don't want to hear any of your lies." And with that Morgan walked out of the bathroom as a piercing yell came from the bathroom that shook the locks on the lockers and cracked the windows of the classroom doors. Morgan just smiled and went outside to wait for the others.
They all looked at Morgan with disbelieving glares after she explained to them why every window in the school was cracked.
"And you think that was a good idea," Jackson yelled but pulled it back.
"Are you nuts? She's already unstable, I mean, it's like she has split personalities or something," Allison said with her arms crossed over her chest.
Morgan shrugged, "this is good for us. If she's upset she won't be able to concentrate on anything, it'll break her."
"You mean she'll break us," Stiles said leaning up off Scott's locker.
Morgan shrugged, "well yeah, that too, but it'll be fun. Look at her."
They all turned to look where Morgan was pointing behind them. Lydia was a mess and they didn't have to be close to see that her make-up was smudged and her hair was a mess.
"Was she crying or something," Scott asked turning back to Morgan.
A laugh, "I bet she was. Look at what she did to the windows with that wail of hers, yeah, she was crying."
"This isn't funny Morgan," Stiles said in a somewhat serious tone, "Even though she's turned into this she's still one of our friends. You can't torture her like that."
Morgan sighed, "fine, should I go apologize?"
"No," Scott said, "that could make everything worse. We need someone who isn't readily involved in this."
"Danny," Jackson said to himself but was far from a whisper. He looked up at the group, "we could get Danny, he and Lydia are friends still."
Stiles shook his head, "but Lydia is volatile and what would happen if she decided to use that power of hers on him? He could turn into another one of her minions. I'll go, at least that way I know to make sure she doesn't touch me."
Scott objected, "no, she already knows you're involved and I'm sure she'd like to get her hands on you anyway."
"But what about the necklace Morgan gave me," Stiles asked turning to Morgan, "it repelled Derek and he's less of a problem than Lydia is."
"That would work," Morgan said turning to Scott, "it's made to repel evil and anything that might harm him. He'd be perfectly safe, and if she did try anything Stiles would have more than enough time to get away."
"I still think we should send Danny," Scott said not liking having to send his best friend into danger like that, even if he wasn't actively speaking to him yet.
"No," Stiles said looking at Scott with intense eyes, "we're not going to put Danny in danger like that. He doesn't know what's going on and he shouldn't take the fall in case something does happen."
Scott blinked and stepped back putting his hands up, "fine, whatever. Just don't get upset if she hurts you."
"Oh like you'd care," Stiles said separating from the group and walking over to Lydia.
"So I see you guys still haven't patched things up," Jackson said stating the obvious.
"Yeah, I don't know why he's so angry. I mean, is it because I haven't been there? He knows how busy everything's been."
Morgan sighed, "I'm not going to get involved in this."
"But you're already involved," Allison said grabbing Morgan's arm stopping her from walking away.
"Don't touch me," Morgan said forcefully pulling away from Allison. "I said I was going to be here for Stiles, and he hasn't come to talk to me about anything. If I were you, I'd be more concerned with what he feels instead of trying to get something from me." Morgan walked off down the hall and disappeared into a classroom.
"Hey Lydia," Stiles said as he walked up to the girl calming himself.
"Hey Stiles," Lydia said trying to make herself look a bit better, she rubbed the mascara stains off her cheeks and straightened her clothes. "I was just...um, I was just..."
"It's okay Lydia," Stiles said with a soft smile. "How are you feeling?"
"Um, a little sad, but I mean it's nothing I just..."Lydia was looking around feeling self conscious.
Stiles went to put a hand on her shoulder but stopped himself. He hesitated, "you want to talk about it? I don't have class next period so...you know, I have time."
"No, it's fine," Lydia said running a hand through her hair, "I was gonna go home. I'm not feeling too good today, I think it was something I ate."
Stiles raised an eyebrow and was really not looking forward to what he was going to say next, "are you sure it's not about what Morgan said earlier?"
Stiles saw Lydia's face run through a range of emotions before it settled on anger, "I don't care about what she said! I knew you guys longer than her and I know she's lying. You wouldn't do anything to hurt me, right Stiles?"
His heart broke, there were tears in her eyes, the same eyes he used to fawn over. "Lydia," he swallowed hard, "you know I would never do anything to hurt you. Remember when I told you I had a crush on you since the third grade? And I told you that you were the smartest girl in school?"
She nodded.
"You still are, but you have to stop this. You can't keep controlling people the way you do. You're beautiful and you don't need anyone to tell you that. You told me that you refuse to be like every other girl who needs a boy to compliment her so she'll feel good. Don't you think that's what you're doing by getting these people to do everything you want?"
Lydia looked down, somewhere in what Stiles had said had hit a note with her, "Stiles, I don't know what's happening to me. I see myself doing these things but I can't stop it, this isn't who I am. Something's wrong Stiles...with me, I can feel it. And I'm scared."
Stiles looked down at the girl he loved for so long her name had become a part of his everyday thought, "Lydia, what this is, you can control it. You know you can, you're smart enough to know that. You control what it is you want to do and no one has ever told you you can't. I believe in you Lydia, you can control this."
Something changed in Lydia and Stiles felt a nervous chill in the air. He looked around, when had the hallways become so empty? Where was everyone? He looked back down as Lydia closed the distance between them.
"You let this happen to me." Stiles heard a growl come from the girl as she kept walking towards him. Stiles walked backwards so as to keep some distance between them. "You were there. This is all your fault! Why didn't you save me? Why weren't you there?"
"I was there, Lydia. I ran to you, I called to you, I tried to get to you but I wasn't fast enough," Stiles was cut off.
"You were there but you were weak! Look at you, you're still weak! No wonder they make sure you're always in front of a computer screen or with your nose in a book! That's all you're good for! You took me to the Formal, you were supposed to protect me, and you failed!"
Lydia had Stiles backed against the lockers now, "what a joke. I knew you liked me but I knew Jackson was the better choice. He's the captain of the lacrosse team, he's the most good looking guy in this school and he's..." Stiles cut Lydia off.
"Co-captain," Stiles said in a low voice.
Lydia heard him but she narrowed her eyes and wanted to make sure she heard what she did, "excuse me?"
"I said co-captain. Don't you know why you're so angry? He broke up with you. He broke, what was then, your heart. That's why you're so angry and that's why you're the way you are. You were harboring all of this and then when you got attacked on the lacrosse field it just made everything worse. You're a mistake, Lydia. A very tragic mistake."
Lydia let out a piercing yell as she made to grab Stiles, but before she could touch his skin there was an audible ping and light flooded from the stone around Stiles' neck. Lydia was thrown back and slammed into a locker. Stiles hesitated, he wasn't sure if he should go check on Lydia or if he should just run. He was wasting time, Lydia could come to at any moment. He ran, he got to safety and away from the fury that was now Lydia Martin.
Lydia tried to get up from where she had slammed into the locker and felt a searing pain shoot up her right arm. She looked down and saw her wrist was bent at an odd angle. She remembered when she had cut her finger and thought she'd try something. With her left hand she pushed at where the bone was poking at her skin and pushed in. A stifled scream came from her clenched teeth at she popped the bone back in and snapped her wrist back into place. As if on cue she saw the swelling go down and the bones of her wrist heal back into place. She flexed her fingers moving her wrist in a circular motion.
There was the sound of footsteps as she looked up and saw the face of one of her classmates. Thinking fast, she got up and straightened her clothes and walked over to the girl.
"Lydia," the girl said with wide eyes as Lydia walked up to her, "what...how...are you okay?"
Lydia smiled and shook her head with a laugh, "I'm fine, just getting used to these new heels."
The girl looked over to where Lydia's heels were on the floor in front of the bent lockers, "but..." She couldn't get it out as Lydia lifted her up by her neck.
"You didn't see anything," Lydia's voice took on a deathly tone as a chilled breeze wafted through the halls of the school.
The girl gasped and sputtered as she felt the air leaving her body. Her arms flailed at her side while her legs kicked limply.
"You didn't see anything!" Lydia now yelled into the girls face. A silent scream shown on the girl's face as she saw Lydia's eyes rim with an intense red and the veins in her face began to show.
"Did you hear me?" Lydia shook the girl who nodded her head in Lydia's vice grip. A smile came across Lydia's face and she dropped the girl unceremoniously. The girl fell to the floor limp and with ragged breaths as Lydia padded over to the bent lockers and picked up her broken heels. She looked down at herself and frowned saying, "good thing I always keep a spare outfit in my locker."
"Hey, where is Tiffany," a boy in class leaned over to ask Morgan in a whisper.
"Why are you talking to me," she asked not looking up from her books.
"Because you're quiet," the boy said with a smile and he reached a hand over and introduced himself, "name's Collin."
"I don't care," Morgan said with her head still ducked into her books and not acknowledging his offered hand. "Can you just stop talking to me?"
"Nope," Collin said answering her question with a wry smile, "I can't stop because you asked a question so I had to answer."
Morgan sighed and actively ignored the boy for the rest of class. When the bell rang and the class began to empty there was a commotion, Morgan got up having a bad feeling. She rushed to the door and through the crowd that was gathered around someone on the floor.
"Tiffany," someone yelled and she looked up to see Collin pushing through the crowd and falling to his knees next to the girl. "What happened to you," he asked looking his friend over unsure of what to do. His eyes locked on to the bruise around her neck in the shape of a small hand. "Who did this to you?" Tiffany whispered something. He leaned in, "I can't hear you, what?"
Morgan heard Tiffany whisper in a still barely audible voice, "I didn't see anything."
"Move! Get out of here! Go on, you all have classes," Morgan looked up to see Mr. Harris and the lacrosse coach pushing their way through the mass of students.
"If you all don't get to where you have to be right this second I'm giving out detention like it's candy at a kids party!" The coach yelled from where he stood over Tiffany while Mr. Harris was on his knees next to her looking her over. The crowd started to disperse save for Morgan, Collin and Lydia. Morgan did a double-take when she saw Lydia, she could've sworn she saw a smile on the girl's face. Lydia locked eyes with her and gave her a sure smile this time and a small wave as she walked down the hall in her new outfit, heels clicking as she walked.
"What are you doing here...you?" Morgan looked up to where the coach was glaring at her. "Don't you have somewhere you need to be...a Blade Runner convention or something? Or would you like to see me in detention?"
Morgan shook her head and glanced over at where Collin was leaning over Tiffany looking too worried to be of any help and walked away. "I have to tell them," she whispered to herself as she opened her phone and texted Stiles.
Stiles, Lydia attacked Tiffany! -M
She walked as quickly as she could down the school hall. Her phone buzzed.
Where are you? -Stiles
Come outside your class room. -M
Stiles looked up from his phone and saw Morgan standing outside the classroom door waving. He grabbed his bag and walked out of the class, this wasn't going to be good.
"She's getting out of hand," Morgan said as she rushed Stiles down the hall, "we have to do something quick. Now it was just a strangling but it'll get worse and fast."
"So what are we supposed to do," Stiles asked sensing the urgency as he saw Tiffany get carted off into an ambulance with Collin following behind her. "Did you figure out how we're going to get her where we need her?"
"I told you," Morgan said as she was texting someone on her phone, "we're going to get Allison to get her into the woods. And we still need some of her hair, I've already started gathering some of the things we'll need. Are you and Scott still not talking," Morgan asked looking up from her phone as it buzzed again.
Stiles was at a loss, he stumbled, "no, and I don't see why I should have to fix it when he..."
Morgan cut him off, "that doesn't matter anymore, get him on the phone and at least start talking to each other. We need everyone to be on one page for this." Her phone buzzed again.
"What? Who are you texting," Stiles asked reaching for her phone but she pulled it away before he could get a hand on it.
"That's not important," she said evasively, "just get a dialogue going with Scott. He's going to meet you in 3...2...1."
Stiles bumped into someone. It was Scott.
"Okay," Morgan said walking swiftly down the hall, "I'll see you guys later. Stiles! Talk to him," and she was gone if a flourish.
"Scott," Stiles said taking a step back.
"Stiles," Scott said mimicking his reaction. "I see you still talk to Morgan."
"Yeah and," Stiles said gesturing a little. "Listen, I don't think I should have to apologize for what I said. It's how I felt and you obviously weren't going to ask so..."
"No! No," Scott said cutting him off, "it's fine. I was a horrible friend, I should've paid more attention to you with everything that was going on."
"Yeah, well you should have," Stiles said looking around the empty hall. "Wait, why are you out of class?"
"Morgan sent me a text telling me to meet you guys," Scott said pocketing his phone. "Listen, man, I don't like us not talking anymore, and then I hear that you're talking to Danny more than me? What's that about?"
Stiles, exasperated, "oh come on, leave Danny out of this. He was just there alright? Besides, we have bigger things to deal with, Lydia attacked Tiffany. She strangled her and did her weird Jedi mind thing on her. We need Allison to get something of hers."
"I wasn't trying to bring Danny into it, it just hurts when my best friend can go talk to someone we barely speak to about me, us...about whatever it is he's going though and he can't come talk to me," Scott said a little dejectedly.
"Someone who you barely talk to, like him and he was there. But we have bigger things to worry about," Stiles said rushing, "we have to worry about Lydia and making sure she doesn't attack again or worse kill someone."
"Stiles, I..."Scott started.
"No, as of right now none of this matters. We have to get Allison, and Jackson, and hell why not, Derek. We have people to save and right now I feel like I'm the only one emotionally prepared enough for what we might have to do. Just...get them and meet us in the woods. I have to find Morgan," and with that Stiles was gone and Scott stood there with a put-off look on his face as he watched Stiles run down the hall with his phone in his hand.
Danny's phone buzzed in his pocket and pulled it out to see who it was. The screen read that it was a text from Stiles but Danny put it away as soon as Jackson tried to see who it was.
"Who was that? Was that Stiles? I saw you guys hanging out, I think it's really cool, he's been going through some stuff."
"Yeah, well," Danny said with a sigh, "don't make a big deal out of it. He won't tell me what's up but he said he wants "normal" so..." Danny trailed off with a shrug.
"Like I said," Jackson went back to looking uninterested in his classwork, "I think it's cool, he could really use a friend who isn't a beast sometimes."
Danny looked over to his friend, "what...does that mean?"
"Nothing," Jackson said with a shrug, "it means absolutely nothing at all." Danny looked at his friend as he took his phone out to check his messages.
Be careful. -Stiles
Danny looked up and around wondering what could've prompted this. He looked over at Jackson who was busying himself with the margins of his paper, and then back at his phone. He put his phone away with a shaking hand. He felt a chill run down his spine as he looked behind him and saw Lydia staring at him with a cold smile. He was scared and he had no clue why.
"Danny," he heard a voice say from where his head was in his locker. He recognized that voice and looked up trying to control his expressions.
"Hi Lydia," he had to act calm, "how's everything?"
"Pretty good," the strawberry blonde said with a smile, "I heard that you and Stiles had been hanging out a lot lately. How's that going for you?"
He eased a bit closing his locker, "okay I guess, he just needed someone to talk to is all," he shrugged.
"Yeah? Any idea why," Lydia blinked at Danny.
Lydia knew, Lydia knew something and she thought he knew something. He had to be careful, "oh, nothing really, just school and stuff like that. He wanted to talk about his mom a little and just hang out."
"Is that so," Lydia said reaching a hand out to Danny.
"Danny," Jackson yelled pulling his friend away before Lydia could touch him. "I need you to help me with something that's over in this direction," as he pushed his now very confused and slightly relieved friend in a direction away from Lydia. When he was sure they were out of earshot from the girl he pushed him up against a wall. And spoke carefully to him.
"I need you to stay away from Lydia, as far as you can. She's dangerous and I don't want to see you get hurt," Jackson was pressing against Danny's chest but the other boy pushed him off.
Rubbing his chest Danny said, "what's with you guys, first I get that text from Stiles and then you doing this? If there's something going on, I think I should know about it especially if I'm in danger."
Jackson sighed, "I can't tell you about it, not right now at least. Just trust me when I say to stay away from Lydia. In fact, I don't think you should talk to her unless either Stiles, Me, Scott, Allison or Morgan are around. Do you understand that?"
Danny was a little exasperated now as he rolled his eyes, "fine, just...I don't know, give me something. Stiles is really vague whenever we speak and you're hanging out with Scott now like he's your best friend, and then this happens and you're telling me to stay away from Lydia unless I have a guard. What am I supposed to think when everyone around me is acting really weird and I'm told I might be in danger?"
Jackson sighed, "I know and I'm sorry, but I can't tell you anything. Just be careful, okay?"
Danny remembered Stiles' text from moments ago and shook his head, "fine, whatever. Are you still coming to my house later, my mom's gonna make spicy pineapple fritters with coconut rice."
"Yeah I'd..." his phone buzzed and Danny saw a change in Jackson's face before he looked up with an apology in his eyes.
"You know what," Danny said shaking his head and putting a hand up, "it's fine, I'm sure it's whatever's going on that I can't know about. It's fine." Jackson looked like he wanted to say something but Danny just shrugged, "it'll be okay, my dad should be home anyway and he doesn't really like you. It's fine." Danny walked away before Jackson could say anything. He heard a buzz and looked over his shoulder to see Jackson check his phone again. He just kept walking, he was determined to not let this get to him.
But it was.
"Allison!"
Allison looked up from where she was sitting in the cafeteria reading, Scott had told her to meet him here. "Oh, hey Lydia," if fear was on her face she wasn't going to let it show. "Where've you been all day?"
With a slight turn of her head Lydia smiled, "where have I been, where have you been?" Lydia sat at the table across from Allison, and Allison nonchalantly pulled her hands back in a way suggesting she was putting her book away.
"Oh!" Lydia said in surprise noticing this, "you don't have to worry, after what happened with Stiles earlier I guessed you guys had me figured out. I'm not going to try anything, I just wanted to talk."
Allison looked down her nose at her friend, "fine, let's talk." Allison checked her watch, where was Scott?
"Scott's on his way, I can hear him coming. I just wanted to ask, why do you guys think it's okay to act like I don't know what's going on? I'm not as dumb as I pretend to be. So please, tell me what is it you guys have planned, I mean that thing with Stiles wasn't a coincidence and you guys have been less than welcoming to me. So what is it?"
"I have no clue what you're talking about," Allison said, getting up when she saw Scott at the door. "I have somewhere to be," she walked over to where Scott stood looking apprehensively at the exchange between the two girls.
"What's..." Scott started but couldn't finish his thought before getting pulled down the hall and out of the school by Allison.
"We have to go."
"I really don't think it's necessary for you to send anyone else down here," Mrs. Argent said into the phone.
Mr. Argent looked up from some files he had taken out of the family archives.
"I understand that, but we have everything under control...yes, there's been tell of a hybrid but we can handle it."
Mr. Argent put the files down investing himself in the conversation his wife was having over the phone.
"No, my husband understands the importance of the situation...No, regardless of what you heard, my daughter does not know anything about what we do. Don't treat me as if I'm some novice, I was killing werewolves while you were still sucking your thumb...Well I'm not approving their transfer, this is our district and you can't just send them down here!" She looked incredulously at the phone and then to her husband, "they hung up on me. Those idiots hung up on me!" She was starting to seeth now. "That little brat thinks that he can change how things have been for decades just because someone gave him a stapler? He hasn't even been on the field yet! I..."
Mr. Argent had his arms around his wife now and spoke softly into her ear, "you have to calm down, you know this isn't good for you." He felt the tension drain from his wife.
"Fine, fine, it's just...why is everyone so inadequate?"
Mr. Argent laughed and pulled his wife in closer, "don't worry, we can handle this. We're prepared and we have been for a while, and even though you don't like the idea of it, Allison is ready too. She can handle her own, I've seen her while she practices in the woods, she's good. Trust her," he turned his wife towards him, "trust me, and trust yourself." He gave her a light kiss on her forehead and let her sigh into him.
"Okay," she said softly, "okay."
To be continued...
I actually went through this time and proofread it instead of lazily skimming over it. I know I took longer to post this chapter than I did chapter 5 and that one was longer. Hopefully chapter 7 will come along easier for me. We'll see. So I'm looking forward to them. Tell me what you guys think, I'd really love to hear from you. Your reviews fuel me so maybe chapter 7 will come along way easier.