Chp.1

LYDIA POV

We were in Mr. Harris's chemistry class talking about nomenclature and a bunch of other random crap that I already knew when I felt it. Felt the fire in my lungs and the ache in my throat. I've been feeling one come on for a while, but ive been trying to push it down and ignore it as best I could. But there was no ignoring it anymore. You think I would be use to this by now but this one felt different, more powerful, more….deadly. I was starting to shake and tremble because I knew just how bad this one would be. I guess Scott sensed it too because just mere seconds before it happened he reared his head in my direction with a very confused look on his face. Stiles looked over too looking even more confused. Two words escaped my mouth before I screamed,

"Help me…"

It seemed to last forever, it had to have been at least a couple minutes long. I've never had one so long or so strong before, and that's saying something. I finally lift my head up with tearing streaming down my face. Everyone is staring at me, most with looks of terror but stiles, the boy I love, just looks at me with concern and worry. I have the sudden urge to puke up my entire stomach contents so I run out of the room trying to hold it till I could get to a more private place. I get as far as the parking lot before I heave. I can hear Stiles shout my name and run after me followed by Scott and Allison. I look pathetic as I sit on the concrete curled up in a ball trembling and sobbing. I suddenly feel Stiles loving arms around me as he picks me up and carries me to the set of table's right outside the front entrance of the school. We haven't been this close together since that night a few months ago after the Halloween party. He lays his hand on my cheek, his eyes full of concern. I sob even harder into his hand. Every tear I shed pains him, he has always been so protective of me.

"Just breath Lydia, breathe with me ok?" says Stiles. "In and out, in and out, in and out".

We sit there just breathing for a few minutes as Allison and Scott just stand there wondering what the hell was happening with me. Allison strokes my strawberry blonde hair as stiles rubs my back, trying to keep me from crying again.

"Lydia", Scott says, "What happened?"

I didn't know how to explain it without crying but I tried to explain it as best I could. "It was like I not only had a premonition about death, I also could feel that person dying. And trust me, it was a horrible way to die.

"How long has this been going on for Lydia, and why haven't you been telling me anything?!", Stiles looked so hurt and confused as he me.

I give a big sigh and tell them that it's been going on for about 3 months. I can't bring myself to look at Stiles cause I know that he would be looking heartbroken that I haven't been telling him anything and that alone would bring on another sobbing fit.

Scott and Allison go to call Deaton to see if he knows anything about what might be happening.

Stiles drives me home and basically demands to stay with me tonight since my mom is in the Bahamas on a vacation with her newest boy toy.

We just sit in my bedroom watching re-runs of Friends in silence. Its killing me, I can tell he's pissed at me. I look up into his honey brown eyes and take in a short breath. Stiles is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, he loves me like no one ever has, he sees past all my crazy into the real Lydia. He still thinks of me as an innocent little third grade girl asking him if he wanted my extra juice box. I never want this to change but I fear it already has. I finally break the silence,

"Stiles, look at me. I am sorry ok, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I just think I didn't want to admit to myself that-"

I'm suddenly cut off by the urge to puke again-

"Lydia, what's wrong?" stiles says as I race to the bathroom and get sick again. I miss the toilet a little and throw up all over myself and even though it is super nasty Stiles is standing there holding my hair back and putting a cool washcloth over my neck. After what seems like forever I stop puking and finally realize how gross this all is but I don't care too much because it took a lot out of me. I'm starting to get scared that this is a more serious situation than I think it is. I stumble a bit as I get up but stiles catches me.

"Let's get you out of these clothes"

"Stiles I can barely stand, I-"

"I'll help you Lydia, I'm always here for you"

Stiles help me take off my favorite lacey pink top that is now covered in vomit. He takes in a short breath as he sees me in just my stripped white bra and jeans. A look of utter joy and amazement comes across his face and it makes me chuckle a little.

"Everything ok Stiles?"

Um…uh... yes, yes of course…..sorry"

He tells me to sit on the edge of the bathtub so that he can slip off my jeans, as he does so his fingers graze my thighs and I slightly gasp. I can tell he notices because he gives one of this signature smirks before continuing. While he runs the bath I unlatch my bra and take off my underwear before covering myself with a towel.

"I'll be right outside the door if you need me Lydia"

"Ok, but I'm sure I'll be fine, you can go home Sti-"

"NO, I'm staying here to make absolute certain"

Gosh, he is so sexy when he is being a bit demanding, ok course id never tell him that! I sit in the tub relaxing and trying to ease my stomach when I suddenly start to feel dizzy and a bit lightheaded. I can feel myself start to drift off but right before I do I hear Stiles except a call from Deaton…