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Author's Note: Hi! Thanks for coming back for Chapter 3! It's pretty short, but Chapter 4 will be up tomorrow. After that, updates will go down to 1 or 2 times a week. Please review!
CHAPTER 3
Lyanna rushed up to the plain brown door and banged on it quickly, dancing on the balls of her feet as she waited. She had been eating dinner with Isaac, listening to him explain in great detail about how Derek broke his wrist during a training session, when her phone buzzed. She answered and after Scott's concerned voice explained the situation she immediately grabbed her bag and jacket, running out the front door and shouting a goodbye over her shoulder to a confused Isaac.
Stiles opened the door and she immediately entered the house and pulled him closer, looking him over for any scratches or bruises.
"Cool it Lye. I'm fine, seriously," Stiles said while she fussed over him. She shot him an annoyed look before stepping back.
"What the hell happened?" she demanded.
He explained that he lost feeling in his whole body and had to watch the mechanic working on his car get crushed alive. He also explained the weird reptilian creature that came up to him. He seemed pretty shaken. She moved closer to him without thinking, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Have you ever seen anything like that?" he asked distractedly, looking away from her.
"Not that I know of. I have heard a story about something similar happening in South America, but I don't remember much about it. I'll check the grimoires when I get home though," Lyanna said, trying to catch his eye and see again if he really was okay.
"I wonder why it didn't try to kill me…" Stiles muttered to himself.
"You didn't see anything when you first walked into the mechanic's right?" she asked. He nodded and Lyanna sat back on the couch, deep in thought.
"What is it?", he asked.
"It's almost like it was planned. Like whatever it was, it was in and out quickly and the mechanic was the target."
"What, like it's a hitman?" Stiles asked.
"Something like that…" Lyanna trailed off, still thinking about what could cause such strange behavior. She looked at her watch and noted the time.
"Um, I should probably go. Isaac is waiting for me back at my house," she said while moving to grab her messenger bag.
"Oh… Yeah okay," Stiles said glumly, staring at his hands awkwardly. There was a beat of silence.
"I can stay if you-" Lyanna started.
"No dude, go. You don't want to keep him waiting," Stiles interrupted, trying to keep the hint of bite out of his voice. He wasn't very successful.
She nodded and started walking away, but stopped and jogged up to Stiles and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. She wasn't sure what made her want to do that and her brain immediately started kicking herself over the unplanned affection.
"I'm glad you're okay," Lyanna whispered with a squeeze to his arm before running out the front door.
If she had turned around, she would've seen a stunned Stiles staring after her in surprise, heat flooding his cheeks.
Isaac turned around in Lyanna's room slowly, taking in the scattered pictures of her with her friends from Mystic Falls. He spotted a faded picture of three girls in red cheer uniforms and gently pulled it off of the mirror on her desk and turned to her.
"This one?"
Lyanna turned and glanced briefly before turning back to her homework.
"Sophomore year, my friends Elena, Bonnie, and I joined the cheer team," she said with a smile.
"Still got the uniform?" he asked with a playful grin before turning back to the photos. Lianna just shook her head fondly and threw a pillow at his head, which he dodged.
"This one is fancy," Isaac said, shaking another photo at her. She glanced up again and saw the picture of her looking at someone off camera as she walked down the grand staircase of the Lockwood mansion at the Miss Mystic pageant. She thought back to that moment.
"What's going on in here?" Lyanna asked as she walked in on what looked like a tense conversation between Elena and Damon upstairs.
"Don't worry about it, Lyanna," Elena muttered while looking away from Damon. Lyanna turned to him with a raised brow and he sighed before breaking.
"Stefan's off of his furry friend diet and it's becoming a bit of an inconvenience. People will start to notice."
Lyanna's eyes widened and she turned to Elena, who was avoiding her gaze.
"What's this?" a voice sounded behind her.
They all turned to see Stefan standing in the doorway.
"I was just filling in Elena on your extra-curricular activities," Damon said casually, though he looked uncomfortable.
"What are you talking about?" Stefan said with a laugh.
"I know about the blood, Stefan,'' Elena said crossly.
"I'm uh- I'll be downstairs drinking," Damon said while gesturing for Lyanna to follow.
"Ditto," she said before turning to take Damon's arm. Her heels noisily clicked on the wood floors and her black dress flowed behind her as they moved quickly for the door.
"What do we do?" Lyanna asked him quietly.
"Nothing for now. Maybe Elena can talk some sense into him," Damon said.
They both looked at each other knowingly, acknowledging that she wouldn't.
"Lyanna?"
She shook herself out of her thoughts, looking up at Isaac in a daze. She grabbed the photo from him and held it gingerly.
"This was the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. I came in second place. My waste reduction initiative for the community was a huge hit with the judges," she said while handing it back to him with a joking smile.
"Clearly not that big of a hit," he said with a grin, laughing when she grabbed another pillow from her bead and smacked him with it.
Liannna was on her way to chemistry on Friday when she spotted Scott and Stiles sitting on the steps chatting. She made her way up to them to see if they were playing in the lacrosse game after school.
"...We'll get through this. I know because I love you. I love you more than-"
"Is there something the two of you need to tell me?" Lyanna interrupted while plopping down next to Stiles with a grin. Both of their faces went bright red and they sputtered like idiots for a minute. She just sat back and watched them with a satisfied look. Finally, Stiles turned to Scott and shot him an irritated look.
"You and Allison seriously have to find a better way to communicate," Stiles said.
"Come on, you're the only one we can trust. Did she say she's coming to the game tonight?" Scott asked desperately.
"Rude," Lyanna chimed in before opening her notebook with a bored sigh.
"Yes, message complete. Now tell me about your boss," Stiles said while shooting her an apologetic look.
"He thinks that Allison's family has some kind of record of all the things they've hunted. Like a book," Scott explained.
"A bestiary? Why do you need one of those?" Lyanna asked while flipping through her journal, not bothering to look up.
"A what?" Scott asked.
"A bestiary," Stiles repeated, having known exactly what the girl was talking about.
"I think you guys mean bestiality," Scott said with a grin. Lyanna glanced up at him at that, giving him a 'what the hell' look while Stiles corrected him.
"Why am I the only person who doesn't seem to know any of this stuff?" Scott asked.
"Well, I've been studying since I was like 5, so…" Lyanna said, trailing off with a shrug.
"And considering my best friend is a creature of the night, I kind of make it a priority," Stiles added.
"We need that book," Scott concluded.
"Why do you need a bestiary?" Lyanna asked again.
"One of the Argent's hunters was attacked, we're pretty sure by the same thing that killed the mechanic. My boss Deaton thinks they would have a record of whatever it is," Scott explained.
The bell rang then and all three of them walked to chemistry together. Lyanna glanced at the empty seat next to her as she sat, wondering what Isaac was up to.
Lyanna sat at the match alone that night, watching the team get annihilated.
"Oh come on! Is that thing even a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate!" Coach yelled in frustration. Lyanna snorted at this, finding that she actually liked the manic coach.
She cringed as yet another player got crashed into and had to sit out. Her phone buzzed and she was happy for the distraction.
How's the team doing without me?
Lyanna smiled at the message from Isaac and typed a quick response.
Pretty abysmally. They could really use you.
She looked back up just in time to see Allison casually hand Stiles the keys from Gerard's jacket and nodded in satisfaction. That part of the plan was done. She got up a couple of minutes later and followed Stiles towards the school. Just as she was about to step into the hall to the principal's office, her phone buzzed. Lyanna stopped and looked, wondering why Bonnie was calling out of the blue.
"Hey, what's up Bonnie?"
"Lyanna? Elena' missing, she's been taken," Bonnie said in a panic.
"What?" Lyanna whisper-shouted before looking around and stepping into an empty classroom.
"Tell me everything," she demanded. She listened as Bonnie explained what had been happening over the last couple of weeks, from Mason Lockwood stirring up problems, Caroline's mom finding out about the vampires, to Katherine finally being locked in the tomb and Elena disappearing after the masquerade ball.
"Did you do a locator spell?" she asked immediately.
"Yes, but I don't recognize where she is. Damon and Stefan are on their way to her now. I just wanted to update you…"
"What else is there, Bonnie?" Lyanna asked, knowing her friend well enough to hear the concern in her voice.
"Well...It's just… Every time I use magic lately, I get a nosebleed."
Lyanna was silent for a moment before leaning against a desk and wondering if she should make a trip to Mystic Falls.
"Have you been using your magic a lot lately?"
"Yeah, all the time," Bonnie responded hesitantly.
"Your body is most likely just adjusting to that. As you get stronger, it should go away, but you shouldn't overuse your magic like that Bon," she explained with concern in her voice.
"I have to. My friends are in danger."
"They're my friends too, Bonnie," she replied quickly.
"Yeah but you aren't exactly here, are you?" Bonnie snapped back. Lyanna was silent for a moment, trying to ignore the hurt that flamed up in her chest.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Bonnie said with regret in her voice.
"No please, tell me how you really feel," Lyanna quipped back sarcastically. There was silence on the other end and she knew that Bonnie was trying to find something to make up for what she had said. Lyanna decided not to give her the chance.
"I'm tired of hearing all of the ways that I'm not good enough for you guys. Have Elena text me when she's safe again."
With that, Lyanna hung up and stalked from the room. When she reached the principal's office, she noticed the keys still in the lock but no Stiles. She looked around before feeling a buzz in her pocket. She rolled her eyes, expecting a text from Bonnie.
Pool. Help.
She immediately took off in the direction of the pool, slowing down as she reached the double doors. She peeked inside and immediately noticed Stiles in the pool holding up Derek, Erica collapsed in the corner, and a snake-like creature stalking them from afar. Lyanna thought for a moment about what to do, knowing she was no match for the creature. Just as she was about to run in anyways, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to find Scott behind her.
"Oh thank god, I was about to willingly walk to my death here," she sighed with relief.
They nodded at each other before bursting in together as Stiles and Derek slipped beneath the water's surface. They ran over to the diving boards and Scott reached beneath the surface, pulling them both out. The creature shrieked, sounding absolutely terrifying. Lyanna visually confirmed that Stiles was okay before she turned to use her powers on it, attempting the mind-frying spell that worked so well on vampires. Only it had no effect on the thing in front of her.
"Scott! My magic isn't working on it," Lyanna shouted and she closed her eyes, preparing for the worst as the creature stalked towards her. Scott jumped in front of her and roared at the creature loudly. They collided in mid-air but the creature easily overpowered Scott and tossed him into a nearby mirror. Meanwhile, Lyanna turned to Stiles and grabbed his arm to drag him across the tiled floor, hoping to get him out of there as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, the creature hissed sharply and Lyanna turned just in time to see it leap onto the wall and crawl out a window. She turned and shot Scott an inquisitive look.
"What did you do?"
Everyone crowded around the hood of Scott's car as he plugged in the USB from Allison's grandfather and the document pulled up.
"That's not English," Scott said.
"Is that even a language?" Stiles added.
"Looks like archaic latin," Lyanna said and they shot her incredulous looks. She just shrugged in response.
"Grimoires can be in a lot of different languages… Usually Latin," she said as an explanation.
"How are we supposed to figure out what this thing is? Can you read it?" Scott asked Lyanna.
"It'll take me a while, but yeah," she replied.
"It's a kanima," Derek said from behind them, walking up with Erica by his side. Lyanna narrowed her eyes at Erica but said nothing in response to the man.
"You knew the whole time?" Stiles asked in irritation.
"No, only when it was confused by its own reflection," Derek explained.
"It doesn't know what it is," Scott realized.
"Or who," Derek added.
"What else do you know?" Lyanna asked.
"Just stories and rumors."
"But it's like us?" Scott asked.
"A shape shifter, but not right. It's…" Derek stopped, looking for the right word.
"An abomination," Stiles finished.
"Derek, we need to work together on this. Maybe we even need to tell the Argents," Scott said quickly.
"You trust them?" Derek asked with raised eyebrows.
"No one trusts anyone. That's the problem. And while we're arguing about who's on what side, something stronger, faster, and scarier than any of us is killing people and we still don't know anything about it," Scott explained, frustration coloring his voice.
"I know one thing. When I find it...I'm going to kill it." Lyanna rolled her eyes at Derek's pathetic attempt at asserting male dominance.