Following the Stars

This is War

"So you're saying this symbol keeps you from getting possessed?" Allison asked as she swallowed a bite of her burger
"Yep" Stiles nodded

"I think that only works for demonic possession" Lydia pointed to a small paragraph in the corner of the page "See?" Stiles frowned and read over the page again
"For crying out loud" Stiles threw the book down onto the table, the glasses shaking in protest "Wait, demons? There are demons!?" Stiles exclaimed

"I'm guessing our best bet is to just kill Aisa? The connection should be severed then" Allison replied, ignoring Stiles' outburst

"Speaking of, how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Danny asked. Allison frowned as they all fell into silence

Allison was staring at the ceiling, listening to the steady breathing of Lydia beside her when the magic in her veins pulses, she's come to understand that her magic almost has a mind and personality entirely of it's own, she's still trying to decipher each sensation but when her skin prickles and a feeling of uncertainty hits her stomach, Allison pulls away the covers of her bed and grabs the gun from her bedside table and moving towards the window, pulling the curtains open in a swift movement.
Two figures staring intently at her, the faint light from a street lamp illuminating their figures, she doesn't need the light to know who they are. Allison refuses to move, she wonders if Scott and Derek know they're being controlled, if they're trying to fight it. She sighs quietly and clicks the safety back on, not once taking her eyes off of her friends, she hears Lydia shift against the mattress and feels a tug of affection, she wants to turn away, to go back to the bed...
Warm arms wrap around her waist, pulling her from her trance. A chin comes to rest on her shoulder
"They're watching" Allison whispers, she feels Lydia nod oh so slightly
"We're going to get them back" Lydia replies, her voice but a warm breath against her skin. Allison places her own arms on top of Lydia's and settles into the embrace
"I know"

"They were outside last night" Stiles broke the silence that had been hanging in the air since they had all gathered for breakfast. Allison's hand stilled as she reached for her coffee
"You saw?" she asked. Stiles nodded
"I felt someone watching the house, I got up, saw them. Watched them right back"
"I dragged him away after a while and we watched re-runs of next top model" Danny interrupted.
"It was the one when Tyra went batshit crazy, it was beautiful" Stiles sighed appreciatively. Allison ran a hand through her hair and stifled a yawn "You didn't sleep much?" He asked
"Same story here, except instead of watching Tyra traumatise young women, we just talked" Lydia replied, out of the four of them, she looked the most put together, Allison knew that was down to her skill in applying make up to conceal the bags under her eyes, but no amount of make up could cover the slight crease in her forehead, the worry behind her eyes.

"The full moon is tomorrow" Danny said quietly. The group nodded slowly
"We're going to be late to class" Lydia sighed and got up from her seat, squeezing Allison's shoulder as she carried their bowls and mugs into the kitchen. Allison watched her go and sighed again, dropping her head to the table

She can pinpoint the exact moment Lydia slips her mask on, the second she pulls into the parking lot, Lydia Martin, queen bee is present and ready to tear into anyone who so much as looks at her funnily today. Allison knows her though, she knows Lydia can't push back the dread that the rest of them are feeling, she can read the tells, it's in the way Lydia flicks her hair, the way her hand grips onto Allison's that little bit tighter. The way she clings to Allison and kisses her desperately before reluctantly pulling away and disappearing into her own class.
Danny seems remarkably well put together, the bags under his eyes being the only signs that anything is wrong.
Herself and Stiles? Now that's a different story
They share a free period so they hole themselves into the darkest corner of the library, Stiles' hands drumming out a steady beat against the table, Allison sat across from him, perched on the chair, her knees drawn up to her chin, every so often her hand will stray to her right boot, where a knife rests between her ankle and the leather, Stiles' eyes follow the movement and he seems to settle slightly.
This is one of the moments Lydia was talking about, where a passer by would assume they were twins, so different yet so similar, unable to focus because the weight of the world is pressing down on them, suffocating them, consuming them, Allison almost feels jealous for the rest of the world, they don't know what's on their doorstep, what's about to happen the entire world is about to crumble and all they're worried about is who's dating who and-
Stiles' hand grabs her own and she looks up into amber eyes
"Stop over thinking it"
"Sorry"
Stiles squeezes her hand and lets go, shifting in his seat "Don't apologise, we're driving ourselves insane by doing this. We need to focus"
Allison blinks at Stiles for a moment, she knows she's freaking out when she starts to view Stiles as a model for sanity
"Focus" Allison repeats, taking a deep breath "Right, focus"
"She wants us to slip up, we can't give her that" Stiles replies, his eyes no longer worried, instead replaced with fierce determination. Allison nods again, soaking in his confidence, it doesn't ease the itching under her skin, her magic is trying to tell her something