Now you see me, now you don't {S.S}

Chapter 69

I hurried over to Lydia as she held her bleeding throat. I pulled off my hoodie before quickly pulling her hands away and pressing the clothing to her throat. I held back everything in me and focussed on stopping Lydia's bleeding as the human version of The Beast, Sebastian, left with Hayden.

"Noah! I'm taking her to the hospital!" I called out as I pulled Lydia to her feet.

"I'm coming with you." Mr Stilinski announced, leading me and Lydia outside to his car. I nodded and sat myself in the back with her, Lydia's bloodied hands pressed over mine, one lightly holding mine.

We pulled up to the hospital, Noah carrying Lydia as I did my best to stop her from bleeding as she whimpered with every movement.

"Melissa! Melissa!" He called out for my mom as we entered the hospital.

I sat beside Lydia's bed, my hand in hers as she slept, my head resting on the bed as Stiles walked in. He came over to me and rubbed a hand on my shoulders.

"What happened?"

"Sebastien was at the station...he knows a banshee has to scream for Mason to come back..." I sighed and sat up. "He tried to stop her from screaming."

"You're okay?" I nodded.

"Not a mark." My bloodied hoodie was draped over my legs, some of the blood dripping onto my skin since I happened to be in a poorly timed dress. Lydia turned her head and tried to speak.

"Did...Did you find something?" She looked to Stiles, and I looked down. "A solution?"

"Yeah. It was you. It was you, Lydia."

"How's she gonna scream?" I asked, looking up to the boy. "She can barely talk."

"We'll figure that out. Or, you can do it."

"I don't know how the banshee side of me works, Lydia'll have to do it."

I brought my foot up and slammed the sole of my converse into the side of a rather threatening woman.

"And just who are you?"

"(Y/n)." I ducked as she swung her fist at me. "Pleasure to meet you." I brought up my two fists, quickly landing a hit to her jaw. "You are?"

"The Desert Wolf." I smiled as she swung again. This time I teleported behind her, grabbing her hair and yanking it back, offsetting her balance. I reappeared in front of her as Malia lurched across the room to grab a gun. I drove my elbow into this woman's nose to distract her from her advancing daughter. I was knocked into a wall, the Desert Wolf grabbing the gun before Mali, and shooting a bullet into the teenager's stomach. I pushed myself up and teleported in front of the woman, grabbing her wrist as she aimed the gun at me, firing twice. One hit my shoulder and I was kicked back a little. The second was fired after the first had taken its effect, right into my head. I heard Malia scream my name. With a great amount of surprise and strain, I forced myself onto my stomach and pushed myself up onto my knees, tipping my head back at Malia's mother, a sickening smile on my lips.

"Guess I had to die enough times." I hissed, grabbing the baseball bat from beside the front door.

"You're human, you should be dead-"

"I am dead." I brought the bat up, gladly swinging hard enough to hit the side of this woman's head and send her tumbling over the couch and into the shattered glass from the table.

"You can't kill me-"

"No, you're right, I can't. But Malia can." I stepped to the side, letting the mother search the house for her daughter, in an attempt to get her power back. I smiled when I saw a faint blue glow come from the stairway. I looked over the couch and saw Stiles laying on the floor with a large shard of glass in his chest. I hurried over to him and knelt by his side, not caring at this point if I was kneeling in a field of glass. "You doing okay?" Stiles nodded and I smiled softly. "Do you trust me?" He nodded. I shifted so I had a knee either side of him, hovering over his stomach. I gently took a hold of the glass in one hand and placed my other beside it on his chest. "It's going to hurt."

"I know." I nodded and took a deep breath, carefully pulling it out as he grunted in pain a little.

"I know, I'm sorry." Once the glass was out, I set it to the side, Stiles sitting up. He stared up at me for a moment before smiling softly.

"I didn't know you could fight."

"I didn't know I'd be able to get up after a bullet went through my head." He chuckled and leaned up a little, gently pressing his lips to mine.

"Thanks, for pulling the glass." I nodded and stood up, pulling Stiles with me. "Now let's get you to a hospital."