Part Four

The voices inside Lydia's head began chanting in intervals and they grew louder as the night went on.

Scott asked, "Loose ends?"

"I recognized her the second she introduced herself," Brunski turned to speak into her ear, "Lydia Martin. Ariel. That is what your grandmother called you, right?"

He had pushed her hair back with his nose and couldn't be more proud of what he was about to accomplish. Lydia shivered as his chilled breath danced across her revealed neck. She sobbed, trying not to make it too obvious but her nerves were getting to her quicker than ever. The voices weren't helping either.

The Alpha took a calculated step to the right, closer to the vehicles. He mentally thanked his superhearing when a motorbike could be heard racing down the road behind him. It might be one simple human, but it was also Lydia's life. Brunski was a mad man and his actions wouldn't be predicted or changed. Scott was too far away and had no idea how to go about this without taking out his fangs and biting into the guy. Even in that one action, the needle could already be in her neck. Scott was not one to risk someone's life like that.

As the motorcycle sped closer to the scene, Scott moved quicker to the side.

The scene by the Jeep livened up. Stiles mumbled to himself before his eyes focused on Isaac, leaning against a stump and looking at his healed stomach. The boys didn't make any noise when they made eye contact. Strikes could recognize the serious expression of the Beta's and the ever present fact that they were the only ones there.

Isaac could not hear the motorbike too, "Can you hear that? Someone's coming."

"Whats going on?" Strikes whispered back, trying to sit up against the Jeep.

"Someone wrecked into us but once Scott and I woke up, we couldn't find Lydia. We heard her scream and Scott went. Haven't heard anything else," Isaac used his left sleeve to tie around Stiles cut wrist. The human also had a minor bump on his head and a shooting pain in his chest region.

Stiles didn't care about himself though, "Let's go."

"What?" Isaac followed anyways.

Out in the road, Brunski was sizing up the young Alpha as he moved to the edge of the lanes. He wondered what he sensed and started moving in sync with the boy. Lydia whispered as her ankle was forced to move. This was the first time she noticed that it was hurt in some way.

"Brunski, let her go. We don't know anything."

"I know, but you and your pack have a reputation. I'd like to have one part out of the way," Brunski stopped walking to talk.

By this point Stiles was almost to the road a little bit out of Brunski's peripheral vision. Isaac was racing after him before the detective told him to distract the mad man by walking in between him and Scott.

"What do we have here?" Brunson asked towards Isaac just as his animalistic face came out, "Oh. Another one."

"Scared yet?" Isaac watched Stiles inch closer behind Brunski out of the corner of his eye.

"Not at all."

"Why's that?" Scott wondered, moving to flank Isaac.

Brunson chuckled, "I'm just here for the girl. Her grandmother was a patient of mine, along with a long line of creatures like you. I've always found ways to..end their suffering."

"Then why Lydia?" Isaac asked.

"Simple," Brunski almost giggled, "I promised her grandmother I'd..take care of her."

"You sick bastard!" Strikes gave himself away by kicking Brunski in the backside. The man fell forwards, lost his grip on both the needle and Lydia.

Lydia gasped for breath, her hands rubbing her neck. She closer her eyes momentarily, finally hearing the motorcycle. Stiles gentle touched her shoulders, making her jump. Her eyes flew open but once she saw Brunski crawling for his needle, she relaxed into Stiles' touch. He pulled her back into the grassy area between the vehicles and the road.

Brunski had just reached the needle when Scott stepped on his back. Isaac went to stomp on the need and break it. Brunski yelled out in pain but still managed to lift the needle enough for it to cut through Isaacs thin shoes and penetrate skin, muscle and bone. The young Beta collapsed on to the pavement as the motorbike finally made it to the scene.

It was already too late when Chris got there.

Isaac was shaking in the ground next to Scott lifting Brunski's head and knocking it back into the ground. He was now officially knocked out and no longer a threat. Lydia was leaning into Stiles' chest, his hands wrapped around her in the most caring of ways. Strikes watched as both Scott and Chris ran to either side of Isaac.

"Hey, kid," Chris pleaded, his hands cupping the teenagers face in a last attempt at helping, "You're going to be fine. Do you hear me, kid? Isaac?!"

Scott stood up and ran back towards the Jeep. He searched the ground for Isaacs phone and made two phone calls. To his mother and to the Sheriff. They needed to keep this under wraps but also needed to get Isaac checked out fast.

Chris was now tearing up and couldn't help when a sob escaped his thin lips.

"Stiles," Lydia pulled away to give instructions, "Go get those water bottles in the trunk of the Jeep. Hurry."

He nodded his head and did what was asked. Lydia limped over to the father and son, her hand resting on Chris' shoulder, "Can you figure out what kind of poison it was, Chris?"

"Y-yes," They gentle removed the needle along with Isaacs shoe, he looked at the poison and saw that it was labeled, "If just this was in there, he wouldn't be reacting like this. There might be some Wolfsbane in here. Can you smell that?"

"I can," Scott said as he and Stiles stopped in front of the scene.

Chris nodded his head, "H-he'll be alright."

"I'll give Deaton a call," And with that Scott scooted away from the group.

Strikes handed Lydia the water. She then handed Chris one and poured another over Isaacs pale features. Chris sat back and rested his head on his knees, "I might be getting too old for this."

"Nah, you've only got a few wrinkles," Lydia smiles playfully at him.

He chuckled, "You won't be saying that tomorrow."

It's wasn't until the early hours of morning when Isaac finally woke up. He was in the hospital, Chris asleep in the chair next to him. Melissa was filling out some paperwork at the end of the bed. He coughed and sat up. Melissa smiled at him while Chris stirred in his sleep.

"We forced everyone else to leave a few hours ago. Derek, Cora and Malia were here too. Destin helped me get you into better shape. There was wolfsbane in that needle. Not to mention how many germs were on it. But you'll be fine now. If you need anything, just beep," Melissa's features were soft as she exited.

Chris was just now opening his eyes, "Isaac?"

"Look at that, good as new. It's a miracle."

"Isaac."

The Beta sighed, "I know. And I'm sorry. You know I tried to call."

"It's not that. I've been thinking. Lydia told me all about your...problem."

Isaac closed his eyes, utter afraid of his adoptive fathers next words.

"I don't think we should stay in Beacon Hills. It's too soon and I know this lady outside of Atlanta who can help you and your... soul," Chris was up and alert now.

Isaacs eyes flew back open, "Really?"

"Yes," Chris pushed his eyebrows together before realizing why Isaac was so surprised and his voice softened, "I would never leave you, kid. You got that?"

"I got that," Isaac sent him one of his best smiles, "When are we going?"

"When your released today."

"Can we tell everyone this time?"

"Of course."

An hour later Lydia and Stiles were walking out of the hospital after a rather emotional goodbye with Argent and Isaac. Scott, Kira and Derek were in there now. Malia and Cora were on their way.

"What do you want to do now?" Lydia asked once they were in her car. Stiles' dad had told them it would be a few weeks before the Jeep would be ready to drive.

Stiles rested his head against the window, "Sleep. No, smoothies and then sleep."

"Sounds good to me."

They sped down the road and decided to go through the drive through for their smoothies. They were almost to Lydia's house when Stiles spoke.

"Do you think Isaac will be okay?"

"Yes."

"Is that the Banshee talking?"

"Yes. I have a feeling that we're all going to get a break for a while."

Stiles rubbed his eyes, "Good. I need like four years of sleep."

"I definitely don't think this dry spell will last four years either."

"You're just a party pooper, Martin. You're the one calling the cops on me and my party right now," He playfully said, his head laid against the seat but his face was facing her now.

She laughed, "I also just bought you a smoothie, Stilenski."

Stiles quickly scooped up his cup before she could and slirpped the rest down.

"Real mature."

"Shut it."

"Never."

Stiles smirked, "Sure."

"So I guess Banshee's are pretty cool."

"You're more than pretty cool. Lydia." ϟ