CHAPTER 7- THE GIRL WHO KNEW TOO MUCH

"I don't understand." Bennett said pacing. "I didn't have a vision so if someone is hurt, how could you have possibly known it happened?"

Bennett was standing in the parking lot of their school with Allison after Lydia had called them to tell them she'd had another blackout and was afraid someone else was hurt.

"I don't know! Maybe I'm not a witch?" Lydia said. Bennett could feel the anguish of the situation coming off of Lydia in waves and it was beginning to affect him. Truth was, he was beginning to wonder the same thing. They had unbound Lydia's magick 2 days ago and she didn't seem to have most of her powers. She could read minds and emotions but she couldn't astral project, she couldn't command the elements, and he was now alerted to the fact she couldn't get visions. They had tried to see if she could move an object with her mind but the book wouldn't move. They had tried to see if she could recite a spell but nothing happened. For the first time since arriving to Beacon Hills, he was afraid for not just Lydia's life but for his own.

"No, you have to be a witch. It's a genetics thing. There has never been anyone with a witch parent who didn't become a witch themselves." Bennett replied, wrapping his black hoodie around himself. He looked tired in ripped jeans and his hair was slightly disheveled.

"But you said, I was the strongest witch you knew…even stronger than you. Maybe, I don't know, maybe I'm so strong I can feel people who are on my land who weren't born here?" Lydia stated.

Allison finally spoke up. "Well I guess that's a possibility but what I know about witches from my dad's books suggest even a powerful witch can only be influenced by her own people."

The three stood in silence for a while before Bennett spoke. "Where the hell are Scott and Stiles?! We texted them like an hour ago?"

"I know!" Allison replied. "If someone isn't dead, they would be now! While we wait…Bennett, what's going on between you and Stiles?"

Blushing Bennett began to speak but before he could, bright headlights shone in the distance and he could hear the sound of Scott's bike and Stiles' jeep pulling up.

"Over here!" Allison shouted to Scott and Stiles.

"Lydia?" Stiles asked concerned.

"It's the same thing," she replied "same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different and ended up here. You told me to call you if I find a dead body."

At this, shock registered on all the teen's faces.

"You found a dead body?!" Stiles asked, looking back and forth between everyone present.

"Not yet."

"What do you mean 'not yet'?" He continued. "You're supposed to give us a call after you find the dead body!"

"Oh no, I'm not doing that again." She replied, shaking her head. "You find the dead body from now on."

"How are we supposed to find the dead body?! You're always the one finding the dead body!" Stiles countered. He was beginning to get frustrated with Lydia, something he had found himself feeling a lot. At first he thought it was because of his growing feelings for Bennett and his confusion over which cousin he truly wanted but after spending so much time with Bennett, Stiles was beginning to think he had made his choice.

"She's not your bloodhound, Stiles. I'm just as much to blame for this. I came here to stop the murders and I haven't saved anyone." Bennett said, coming to Lydia's defense. He wanted to be mad at Stiles for verbally attacking his cousin but he found it hard as he was staring at Stiles' beautiful face.

"I know, but I just don't understand…"

"Guys!" Scott interrupted. He was looking in the direction of the school. "I found the dead body."

"Why are you even talking to me?" Ethan said staring at the three teens in front of him, specifically Bennett. "I killed your friend, how do you know I'm not going to kill another one?"

It was the day after they had found Deputy Grahame's body, bleeding all over the Beacon Hills High front lawn. Scott and Stiles had hatched a plan for Lydia to distract Aiden while they talked to Ethan about what was going on.

"Is he looking at Bennett? Are you threatening him?" Stiles replied, his temper beginning to rise as he pushed himself off the staircase and began walking towards Ethan. He could see the way the wolf was staring at Bennett and he didn't know whether it was because wolves and witches are natural enemies or because both of them were gay. Stiles didn't care either way; he really didn't like Ethan looking at Bennett at all. "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolf's bane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking…"

"Whoa, Stiles it's ok." Bennett replied, pushing Stiles back. He had to admit seeing Stiles stand up for him to the Alpha made his stomach flutter and his heart race. He also had to admit seeing Stiles getting angry was a bit of a turn-on for him but now was not the time to dwell on his inappropriate feelings for his best friend.

"We're talking to you because we know you didn't want to kill Boyd and I know if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again." Scott said, looking at Ethan.

At this, Bennett let out an audible scoff at Scott's words but remained quiet. Ethan glanced at Bennett but seeing Stiles' expression, looked back at Scott.

"You don't know what we owe them, especially Deucalion." He continued. Stiles looked at him with contained disdain as Bennett gazed on uninterested in anything he had to say. "We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas, we were Omegas."

"Aww so little Fido and his brother Sparky weren't always top dogs? Watch me as I cry for you." Bennett said, rolling his eyes. "And you can tell your little wolf-bitch Kali, that that whole toe claw thing is not cool, it's fucking gross. I mean, would it kill her to get a pedicure?!"

"Listen witch," Ethan began, his eyes glowing red. He was moving towards Bennett who didn't seem fazed at all. "Keep talking and I'll rip out your tongue and…"

"Both of you, enough!" Scott said, looking at the pair. They were chest to chest, Ethan's eyes glowing red, Bennett's big and black. For a moment Bennett looked as if he were going to challenge Scott but instead he moved back and continued ignoring the Alpha. "Ethan, continue."

"In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoat." Ethan continued, moving back to the other side of the staircase. "The last to eat; the one who has to take all the abuse from the rest of the pack."

"So you and your brother were like the bitches of the pack?" Stiles said glaring at Ethan as Bennett laughed at his joke.

"Something like that." Ethan replied glaring back.

"What happened?" Scott asked. He was beginning to get frustrated with Stiles and Bennett and their outbursts.

"They were killers. I mean, people talk about us like we're monsters but they were the ones who gave us the reputation and our Alpha was the worst of them."

"Why didn't you guys just fight back?" Stiles asked. He had calmed down considerably. It didn't help he couldn't stop thinking about the warm arm Bennett presently had pressed against him. It took all of his effort not to wrap his arm around him and bring him closer. The smell of vanilla rising off of him was almost too much for him to handle. "Form Voltron Wolf, you know, kick everyone's asses?"

"We couldn't!" Ethan replied. "We couldn't control it back then."

"Deucalion taught you?" Scott interjected.

"And then we fought and we took them down the whole pack one by one. By the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life! And we tore him apart. Literally."

"What about your emissary? They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?" Scott asked.

"All of them except Deucalion's." Ethan replied.

"You mean, Morelle?" Stiles asked.

Before Ethan could respond, a pain ripped through his chest, making his heart hurt and a white hot heat licked across his chest.

"What, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Scott asked, moving closer to him.

"No not me, my brother."

Aiden and Cora were locked in a fierce battle and Lydia was the main spectator. Aiden had just thrown Cora into one of the sinks lining the locker room they were in and he was moving over the weights next to him. Pulling one off and walking towards Cora he could hear Lydia in the background screaming for him to stop but the satisfying crunch he heard as he hit Cora in the face with the weight overruled his need to listen to the girl. The force of the blow threw Cora over at Lydia's feet. Aiden raised the weight to strike her again when he was lifted off his feet and thrown back into the wall behind him. The mirrors he was pushed into gave a shuddering crack as glass began to rain down on him. He dropped the weight and tried to fight back against the pressure but he could feel the invisible force push him harder into the wall, cracking the tiles and making the wall behind him cave.

"Calm down Cujo or I will be forced to put your leash on." Bennett said, his eyes black as he pushed more power into the restraint. He, Stiles, Scott, and Ethan had arrived just in time.

"You can't do this!" Ethan shouted at his brother.

"She came at me!" Aiden replied, baring his fangs at Bennett who merely rolled his eyes and pressed harder. He didn't know who would break first, the wolf or the wall and he didn't particularly care.

"You can't touch him or her!" Ethan said. For a moment everyone was tense, alert just in case he chose to attack again. Ethan looked over at Bennett and with a nod of his head, Bennett released Aiden from his power.

Aiden stood up, brushing himself off. He walked over to his brother, giving the group a once over before quietly turning away and walking out of the locker room.

"Are you ok?" Bennett asked Stiles. They were in the hospital after had Cora passed out. One minute the three of them were in Stiles' bedroom and the next, she had fallen to the floor. They had been there because Stiles thought it was time he told his father what was actually going on in Beacon Hills. When they got to the hospital, Stiles had tried to talk to his father about it again but his father still didn't believe him, causing a scene in the hospital's waiting room.

"I'm fine." Stiles replied, burying his face into his hands.

"You're lying." Bennett said, placing his hands on either side of Stiles' head, moving his head from his hands to look at him. "Talk to me."

"I forgot you can do that whole Jean Grey thing." Stiles replied, a small smile on his lips as he stared into Bennett's green eyes. "We'll talk about this later but we've got to get back to the school."

Bennett who was still holding Stiles' face could feel a magnetic charge bounce between the two of them, like a gravitational force pulling them together. He stared into Stiles' eyes and all he could see in them were love. For Bennett.

The force pulling them together called, howled, and their faces moved closer and closer to each other, their breaths coming in small huffs as Bennett's hands moved from Stiles' face to the back of his head. Stiles' heart was racing and his blood was pulsing. He knew they had to go but he couldn't stop what was about the happen. The hospital could be on fire and it wouldn't be enough to stop what he knew was about to happen.

The two of them were so close now that their noses were touching, then their foreheads, and finally Bennett's lips brushed against Stiles' soft lips and for a moment no one moved. They both held their breaths and it was as if time stood still. Stiles was the one to make the first move, firmly pressing his lips against Bennett's, an urgency he didn't know was there flaring up wildly. The world spun. The floor dropped. And Stiles' heart swell with the feeling. Every cliché Stiles could think of was happening in that very moment and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

Bennett could feel Stiles part his lips and he knew he had to seize this opportunity. Accepting the invitation of Stiles' lips, Bennett pushed his tongue into Stiles' mouth, eliciting a small moan from the other boy as both of their tongues tangled with each other.

Stiles' hands moved from his sides and to Bennett's knee, traveling up the sides of his torso to his chest. He could feel Bennett's heart racing just as quickly as his own as he clutched Bennett's shirt as if he could hold his heart in his hands. Stiles could also feel the painful reminder of his hard cock pressing against the tight confines of his jeans. The uncomfortable pain was what snapped Stiles out of his reverie as he gently pushed Bennett back. They were both staring into each other eyes, panting hard, their lips swollen and a blush creeping across their faces.

"We should really go…" Stiles said looking away from Bennett before buttoning the bottom of his plaid shirt in an effort to hide his erection that refused to go down.

"You're right." Bennett said, following Stiles. He didn't know what that kiss meant and that's what scared him more than anything. It scared him more than the thought of Stiles regretting the kiss. More than the idea that Stiles may never want to talk to him again. More than the Darach or the Alphas.

What scared him most was the revelation that he was completely and unimaginably in love with Stiles and that terrified the shit out of him.

Bennett and Stiles had just arrived at the school and the band was playing a strange but haunting song, almost like a war chant or a dirge. The car ride had been the epitome of awkward as neither of the boys would talk about what they both wanted to talk about. When they entered the auditorium, Scott was standing right by the door, watching the show and waiting for them to arrive.

"Where's Lydia?" Bennett asked, looking around. He didn't see his cousin anywhere and he was almost positive she was still here.

"I don't know." Scott replied, a matching look of concern on his face. "She was here a minute ago."

"Can't you like use your witch radar or something to find her?" Stiles asked.

Closing his eyes, Bennett began to open his channels to allow his magick to search for Lydia but try as he might, he couldn't connect with his magick. It was if someone had thrown a blanket over his head. He felt blind, weak, and powerless and he didn't like it one bit.

"No, I can't!" He said with panic and anguish in his voice. "Something is blocking me!"

"What do you mean 'blocking you'?" Stiles asked placing a hand on Bennett's shoulder. Bennett glanced at it before Stiles quickly pulled it away.

"As in I can't use my magick. Something or someone is grounding me."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way." Scott said. He turned around, heading for the door of the auditorium, Bennett and Stiles following behind him.

They had been looking for Lydia for the last 10 minutes to no avail. They had searched everywhere and they still couldn't find her. Bennett was really starting to panic. Even though he couldn't reach his magick, he knew that there was something wrong. In his bones he could sense that Lydia was in trouble and with his powers out of commission Bennett wondered if any of them would see the end of the night.

"Lydia!" The three boys shouted. They were outside, checking to see if she was out there but it appeared as if they had reached another dead end. Bennett and Stiles could see Scott concentrating very hard using his wolf sight to track her.

"Anything?" Stiles asked him but he merely shook his head no. Stiles reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone for about the fifteenth time. "She's not answering her texts either. What should we do?"

"Well we have to do something!" Bennett said throwing his arms up. "We can't just sit around while she gets murdered or something!"

"Calm down, first of all we don't know something has happened to her. She could have just left. And we're not going to just do nothing, we'll go back inside and we will find her." Stiles responded, leading Bennett by the hand to the door. Bennett couldn't dwell on the fact that Stiles was holding his hand in public, he had bigger things to worry about but if he were honest with himself, Stiles' hand did feel perfect intertwined in his own. He could feel the heat from Stiles' hand merge with his own body heat in a symphony of thermal rhapsody. If they had the time, Bennett would have bathe in that feeling and the feeling he got as Stiles held him.

As they were walking back towards the school, Bennett caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. On the windowsill of the closest window there were a bundle of tiny purple flowers and Bennett could see the same thing on several other windowsills along the side of the building.

"Wait!" He said, stopping the other two as they were entering the building.

"What?" Stiles asked.

Bennett freed his hand from Stiles' and walked over to the window, stretching slightly to grab the flowers. Pulling it back, he held it up so the other two could see it.

"This is vervain. It's the only known substance that can block a witch's magick. Someone knew I would be here and they know I'm a witch."

"Then we have to get it all out of here. We need your magick." Scott said, walking back down the stairs towards the windows.

"Wait Scott," Bennett replied following him "we don't know how much they put around the school. It would take too much time to find it all. Time we don't have. Someone is playing a game here and we don't know the rules. But all I know is game over."

Suddenly Scott grabbed his head and began groaning in pain but neither Stiles nor Bennett could hear anything.

"Scott?" Stiles said, walking over to Scott's hunched form, concern in his words.

Scott could barely get the words out but he managed to say what they had all been waiting all night to hear.

"I know where Lydia is."

The three boys rushed down the hallway to the classroom where Lydia was. Scott was in the lead so he was the first one to enter the room. He had begun to wolf out halfway there, his wolf speed placing him even further ahead of the two of them.

Stiles and Bennett were almost to the door when they heard a loud crashing noise and a thud. Looking at each other, the silent exchange between the two of them sent the same message. Hurry!

When they made it to the door they were greeted to the sight of Lydia tied to a chair with their English teacher Ms. Blake, standing in front of her. Stiles' father was slumped over at the back of the classroom, a dagger in his chest while Scott was lying on the floor, blooding pouring from his lips. There was something about her that Bennett found familiar. Yes, he knew her as his teacher but her power called to him, tried to welcome him as an old friend.

Before the two of them could enter the classroom Ms. Blake, in a show of unnatural strength, pushed the large desk in front of the door, locking them out and trapping everyone else inside. Stiles anxiously pounded on the door, pushing and trying to get his way in but Bennett could see that it was doing no good. He had never felt more powerless before in his life and he hated every moment of it. He felt lost and hollow and he knew that if Stiles couldn't get the door open, everyone they both loved would die. The thought of Lydia dying sent a shock through Bennett's system and he could feel an overpowering strength begin to pump through his body. He had never felt anything like this before, this rage and anger. He couldn't see himself, but somehow he knew his eyes had gone dark.

He could feel a new kind of magick flowing through his body, something much older than the lands he was standing on. This magick felt wild and strong.

Stiles momentarily stopped pushing at the door and was about to ask Bennett for assistance when he looked over at him. His eyes had gone almost completely black and red lightning was bouncing between his fingertips. There was a heaviness that settled in the hallway that almost dragged Stiles to his knees. He could feel a raw energy moving from Bennett towards him. Stiles turned away from him and continued pushing at the door, the desk finally beginning to give way and move.

The rage in Bennett increased when he thought of not just his own lose but Stiles'. His father was all he had left and if he died tonight, Stiles would truly be alone and it would all be his fault. He had failed to stop the other killings and he was going to fail again. He could feel the power within him reach its crest, the lightning in his fingers jumping wildly across his palms but before he could release it, Stiles gave one mighty push and the door opened wide enough for Stiles to slip through. He ran into the room and almost as quickly as it had come, the energy simply vanished. The wild power he had felt before was gone and the pressure that was in the hallway had dissipated like smoke in the wind.

Bennett ran over to the door and pushed himself through the narrow space into the room. He ran over to Lydia, checking her over for any injuries. He began to mutter a Healing Spell but the power of the vervain was still in effect so the spell was useless. Bennett didn't know what was happening anymore. His English teacher is the one he came to kill. She had taken Stiles' father with her. Lydia almost died tonight. And Bennett did something he didn't know could be done. The fear Bennett had felt earlier at the hospital returned but this time it wasn't his own feelings that scared him. What scared him was the uncertainty of tomorrow. A tomorrow he knew would come and go. A tomorrow that would bring this all closer to the end. Because what Bennett knew was that he would kill the Darach. He would kill her for all the lives she sacrificed. He would kill her for hurting Lydia and Stiles. But mostly he was going to kill her simply because he wanted to. And that urge scared Bennett much more than his own feelings ever could.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: So let me just say I feel like a fool. Of all the beings I suspected Lydia to be, a banshee was not one of them and when I look back it was SO obvious! I feel so stupid, especially because I consider myself a mythology connoisseur! I did know Ms. Blake was the Darach though so there's that.

When they did the reveal (after berating my stupidity) I was struck with two options. Either I could work the banshee thing into my story or completely glaze over it. I chose to work it into the story. I know how I want to take the whole witch-banshee thing but depending on what lore they choose to use, I might have to tweak it a little but I do have an idea of how to bring banshees into my story while staying true to Lydia being a witch and I think if you think about it, you'll already know how I'm going to resolve it.

The scene at the end, although a bit anticlimactic, was just there to show Bennett's new power but he probably won't fully use it until sometime in the next two chapters. (Even though there's only 3 chapters left!)

And I finally got around to speeding up Stinnett (Stiles/Bennett) (Much better than Biles lol). Stay tuned for to see their love blossom and I do mean that in the sexual sense.

I also know I said I would explain the names from the last chapter but there wasn't a good place to put it but I'm sure the next chapter will have somewhere I could put it.