𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

23 | p a r t y g u e s s e d

Third Person POV:

At the hospital, Lydia is taking a shower. The warm water rushes down her face, her neck, her collar bones, her chest, down her thighs, all to flow down the drain. She can hear quiet cheers and applause...

Cheers and applause?

Confused, Lydia draws back the shower curtain to reveal the bleachers on the field. Lydia turns around to see the stands completely full. She looks down to realize that she's in her pale pink formal dress and shoes.

The crowd is chanting, "Lydia! Lydia!" There are signs with We Love You Lydia and Everyone Loves Lydia held high with pride. She smiles.

The volume immediately dies down, a whirring sound filling her ears. Sound immediately stops. It's silent, even though everyone else is still cheering.

She turns to see a familiar silhouette strut towards her between 2 bleachers. She turns to run, but he's already in front of her. He tackles her to the ground, just like that night.

He leans over and digs his fangs into her shoulder. She screams without a sound.

Lydia wakes up panting, tears falling down her face. She feels something in her bed and looks down to reveal dirt all over her sheets. She whimpers as she tries to shove it off.

"Leave me alone," she pleads, her breathing unsteady.

"Unfortunately, I can't," Peter replies, now lying down next to her on the bed. "At least not yet."

"Are you real?" she asks him, not trusting her mind after the Hale house incident. Peter sits up so his face is lined with hers.

"Interestingly, that question can also be answered, 'Not yet.'" Lydia gulps. "I promise everything's going to get back to normal, Lydia. All that you have to do...." he cups her cheek, causing her to shut her eyes in fear, "is every single thing that I ask."

She gasps and slowly nods in agreement. Peter smiles and gets off the bed, then walking out of her room. Hesitantly, she gets out and follows him into the hallway.

"Timing is key here, Lydia. It all needs to happen on the next full moon. Do you know what they call the full moon in March?" he takes her hand and leads her down the staircase. "It's called the Worm Moon. They call it that because it's the last full moon of Winter, and the worms would literally crawl out of the Earth as it thawed."

Lydia feels a sensation on her feet. She looks down and gasps in horror as worms wiggle on the tops of them. She looks back up to see Peter's face covered in dried dirt and worms.

"Kind of has the feel of a rebirth, doesn't it?" he smiles at her. She blinks and the worms and dirt on her feet and his face disappear. Peter continues to pull her into the living room, leading her to the windows facing her backyard.

"But the full moon is on a Wednesday. That's my birthday," she mumbles.

"Exactly," Peter states while looking out the windows. Lydia looks and sees a crowd of people in her backyard, talking, drinking, and laughing. "And Lydia's birthday is always the party of the year, isn't it? Everyone wants to go to this party. So we're going to make it a very special party."

"And what if I don't?" Lydia asks. The image immediately changes to dead bodies all over the yard.

"I think it's best to just make a plan and stick to it. That way, no one gets hurt," he threatens.

"Why me?" she whimpers.

"Because Lydia Martin is not only beautiful, not only incredibly intelligent... she's immune," he chuckles."Oh, that's right. They haven't told you, have they? Bet you've felt like the last to know for a long time. Doesn't feel good, does it? You deserve to know everything. It's probably best if I just show you." He disappears from her side.