Chapter Nine- Lydia
I opened my eyes and realized that I was leaning against a cold cement wall. Unsure of where I was, I tried lifting my arms. I was weirdly surprised that I wasn't chained or tied down. "Think Lydia," I spoke aloud to myself. "What happened?"
I closed my eyes again and let the memories come back. I was with Jackson for movie night. It was the full moon. Boyd was on Jackson's window telling us that Scott got away. Hayden had broken through the same window later on. We were watching The Other Boleyn Girl. Someone I didn't know was holding me. I remembered smelling pine but nothing came after that. Pushing my hand against the wall, I stood up slowly. "Hello?" My voice bounced off of the walls in a repeating echo.
There was no response. Looking around me, I saw that the boring space was completely empty. There was nothing to indicate where I was. My eyes darted around the room and immediately found the only imperfection, the outline of the door across from me. Knowing that it was most likely useless to even try, I took the couple of sad steps over and pulled on the handle. It was cold to the touch. I yanked on the metal as hard as I could, but it didn't move.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach to try to protect myself from the cold. It was as if the space had never been warm at all. I wasn't sure how long I had been unconscious or been in this room. It was plain, boring, and filled me with a horrible loneliness. Glaring at the door, my mind brought up images and created scenarios of Jackson bursting through to save me. This made me want to sit back down and cry.
It was impossible to tell, but it felt like hours before someone came into the room. The door creaked due to the rusted hinges. The opening was only big enough to let an unfamiliar man inside. He was a large black man, making me think again of Boyd landing on Jackson's window sill. He must have shaved his head, because it was a bare globe with a single ray of light from the center of the room bouncing off of it. The mysterious man's thick body was intimidating and his eyes were glowing an ugly red. Even with Derek, I couldn't get used to the color.
With a spurt of bravery, I asked him, "Where am I and who are you?"
He pressed his body against the door, making it click shut. "I am Joel. As to where we have brought you, I cannot tell. I have not been granted permission."
"Permission!" I found myself shouting. "Why would you need permission? Where the hell am I?"
"Keep calm, child," Joel instructed me while ignoring my repeated question. "You do not want him to come in. He will not be as kind as me." I stayed quiet, breathing heavily as I waited for him to continue. "We do not wish to hurt you, young one. Derek will come, and then you may go."
I struggled not to yell once more. "Kidnapping me has nothing to do with Derek."
"You underestimate yourself," the Alpha's voice was smooth. "You are quite important to all of the pack here, as is the boy, Stiles. By keeping you here, they will come to us."
"So you took me from my boyfriend's house in the middle of the night, just so you could try to get Derek to come and save me?" It sounded insane.
Joel crossed his arms. "We must get him to listen. He is young and does not yet know how to lead. We must teach him. If he wished, he may come back, though he may also want to stay with people more like him."
I began to pace. The echoes against the walls mixed with the empty, dull room was messing with my mind. It felt like the older man was spread throughout the space and his voice rang in my ears. "Who is he?" I asked. "The man you mentioned?"
"Even a pack of Alphas needs a leader." Joel's explanation was short. "I must leave you know, child."
He moved to open the door to slip out, but I stopped him momentarily with my words. "If you're not going to let me out, will you at least tell me what time it is?"
Joel's words were almost completely covered by the hinges creaking again, but I could still hear him. "It is four in the morning." With that, the door clicked shut.
Joel came in two more times that day, the first time bringing me a watch along with some food and water. He told me that they didn't want me to feel like a prisoner, but more as a trading piece. This didn't make it any better; either way I felt used and lonely. I had yet to meet his leader, which I was grateful for, since he sounded like a terrible man.
The day passed extremely slowly. When I was alone, I would pace and periodically attempt to pull on the heavy door. Of course, it never opened. There was nothing else to do but sleep or attempt to talk to Joel when he came in. He didn't tell me much; only that he had decided to join his pack three years ago and that they trained new Alphas to be better leaders. Something felt wrong and I was suspicious of his true motives. I didn't point this out, though, for fear of him leaving me completely alone.
I had been sitting in silence when he sneaked in a third time, scaring me with a question. "Why do you smell like Peter Hale?"
"What?" I was offended. No woman would want to be told that she smells like her attacker.
Joel moved closer to me and spoke with a gentle tone. "You smell like Peter. He wants to know why."
I took a deep breath. "He bit me."
"But you are not a wolf," the Alpha observed.
I shook my head, confused. I couldn't figure out why he was asking about it. "He bit me at a school dance. I was in the hospital for a while before he used to me to bring himself back to life."
He stared at me for a moment, completely shocked. After a moment, Joel backed out of the room and left me to myself again.
Notes: Hello again guys! Sorry, I know this chapter isn't the best, but I needed it in here. I can only hope that you liked it. Thank you for reading it, and please tell me what you think! (:
Also, I have two promises for you. The first is that the next chapter will be Boyd. I swear I'm not ignoring him. He would have been this chapter, but I felt like I needed Lydia again first. Second, I will get to more romance and stuff like that. I know I haven't really gotten there, but I will. (: Hope you enjoyed!
-Megan