Disclaimer: For all of the chapters in this story, all the characters belong to MTV's show Teen Wolf. I do not claim ownership of these characters or any rights to the original plot.

Note: One of the songs listened to while writing this was Your Soul by RHODES.

"Now everyone, who can explain to me what Socratic Irony is? Anybody?"

Lydia and Scott sat in their senior Philosophy class, the last class of the day. One student gingerly raised his hand, "Isn't it the process Socrates uses to make people think about their own questions? He, uh... answers a question with another question, never really answering anything at all?"

As their teacher, Mr. Morgan, began discussing the topic, Scott looked around the class to see who was actually paying attention.

"Anybody else have an idea?" asked Mr. Morgan, "Lydia?". Everybody including Scott turned towards Lydia when she didn't answer. Lydia, who usually participates in class, was staring towards the front of the room. "Lydia?" he asked her again.

Scott, who was sitting next to her, reached over and quietly tapped her on the shoulder. "Lydia!" he whispered to her. Lydia didn't respond. That's odd, he thought. Even though she was staring towards the chalk board, her eyes didn't seem to be focused on it. Scott has seen this look on her before, when her Banshee powers begin to take control."Lydia!" Scott repeated and tapped her arm again.

Lydia continued to stare ahead in an unfocused gaze. All of a sudden, three words quietly escaped her lips, "They are coming". Her eye lids began to flutter and her head began to twitch. "They are coming" she repeated. Quickly, the class began to stare at her in confusion. Scott felt a familiar sense of dread swirl in his stomach. The last time something like this happened... No, he thought. Not again.

Scott swung his legs around in his seat and grabbed Lydia by the shoulders. He gave her a hard shake, "Lydia, wake up!". Nothing happened. He shook her again. Nothing happened. Why isn't she waking up? "Lydia!" Scott called a little louder.

All of a sudden, Lydia's eyes refocused and she turned toward Scott. Her entire body began to tremble. Her eyes were wide and filled with fear. Lydia looked around the class in total shock from just happened. The only person who was looking at her as if she still had some sanity, was Scott.

"Are you okay?" he asked, releasing her shoulders. Before she answered, he glanced around the classroom. Everyone's confused faces and judging stares we're directed right towards Lydia. A flicker of anger clouded his thoughts for a moment. If only they knew what she was, he thought in her defence.

A single tear fell down Lydia's cheek. Panic and fear crept higher up her throat. I have to get out of here, she thought to herself. Her eyes darted around the room, jumping between the students who were gawking at her. Quickly, Lydia shoved out of her seat and bolted from the room.

"Lydia! Lydia!" Mr. Morgan called after her. Just as Scott started to go after her, Mr. Morgan held up a hand and told him to sit. "Let's give her some space, Scott."

"But she's upset! And class is almost over! I have to go and talk to her, to make sure she's okay!" Scott shot back at him in frustration.

"Yes. Clearly Lydia is upset but I don't want anyone else leaving the class. If you leave now, you will have to stay after school in detention for skipping class. You can speak with her AFTER class. Is that understood, Mr. McCall?". Scott shoved back into his seat and began to think. He knew that leaving now would only make things worse for the situation. How can I... - STILES! Scott knew that Stiles would be able to get to Lydia as fast as possible.

"Now, I would like everyone else to pay attention for these last couple of minutes. These readings for homework are going to be on the final exam, so I expect you all to know and understand them well."

Scott took out his phone under his desk as his teacher began writing on the chalk board, quickly sending a text to Stiles: Lydia bolted from class. She was stuck in a trance and then pulled out of it. Stiles, she was terrified. I tried to leave but I can't. He'll make me stay after school if I do. You need to get to her. Worry boiled in the pit of his stomach. He knew something was really wrong.

Unlike Lydia and Scott, Stiles was in Law class working on an assignment. It was almost the end of class when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. It was a text message from Scott.

- Forty seconds left of class -

As his eyes reached the end of the message, he was already getting up from his seat.

- Thirty seconds -

Lydia, he thought. I have to get to Lydia. Panic coursed through his body as he ran out of class.

- Twenty seconds -

His muscles pumped as fast has they could. Go, he thought. Faster! FASTER!

- Ten seconds -

The doors swung open and Stiles started running towards his Jeep.

- Five seconds -

Just as he rounded the corner of the parking lot, he was forced to an abrupt stop. In front of him was a man in a long black coat and a tall black hat. He was standing in the middle of the parking lot, looking at his pocket watch.

- Three seconds -

The man looked up and looked straight at Stiles.

- Tick -

Stiles stood, staring right back at the man.

- Tock -

The man snapped his pocket watch shut as the school bell rang. Stiles didn't even hear it ring. All he could hear was a piercing scream - Lydia's scream. Stiles flinched and his arms instinctively flew up to cover his ears from the pain of her Banshee scream.

When Stiles turned back up to look at the man, he was gone. Stiles pulled out his phone and punched in Lydia's number as fast as he could. She answered in a whisper on the second ring, "Stiles".

"I heard you. Lydia, where are you?" he asked as he ran his hands though his hair in a panic.

"Your Jeep".

Stiles ended the call and started sprinting towards his Jeep.

As he ran, a hushed voice lingered in the air.

"We are coming.", it hissed. "We are coming".