"she's the kinda girl that eats your heart out..."
In which Lydia Martin's best friend and personal lapdog becomes a maneater.
TEEN WOLF x JENNIFER'S BODY
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR JENNIFER'S BODY. THIS IS SIMPLY A MAS...
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"I am going to eat your soul... and SHIT it out, Martin!"
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"Stiles!" Lydia screamed his name again in the deserted parking lot. He had to be close since she could still sense Jennifer's rage simmering in the night. The panicked teenager wandered further from the building, her heels pressing against the grass and dirt.
Unexpectedly, she came across an abandoned corsage on the ground. As Lydia kneeled to inspect it, she recognised it to be an orchid; it was the corsage Stiles had planned to give her. He wouldn't have dropped it on purpose, especially if he had meant to bring it tonight.
"Help!" she heard a male voice yell. It came from the old swimming pool that had not been used since someone almost drowned in it. Lydia immediately knew it was him.
She wrapped the orchid corsage around her wrist and made haste, sprinting towards the other building. It had been broken into several times before, leaving some shattered windows which was a clear opening for her. Lydia climbed onto some overgrown vines and ivy, pulling herself through the gap. She tumbled inside, cutting her arm on a piece of broken glass.
The stinging pain did not prevent her from completing her mission. Lydia stood back onto her feet, her eyes instantly locking onto the sight of Jennifer gnawing into her boyfriend's neck. Stiles' eyelids were fluttering, seemingly going in and out of consciousness.
"Stiles?" her voice was shaky and quiet, but it was enough to bring him back.
His eyes opened, weakly peering back with fear in his eyes. "Lydia..."
Abruptly, Jennifer's head turned towards her. Her mouth was wider than usual, blood was dripping from rows of sharpened teeth. An inhumane screech erupted from her throat, angry that her feast had been disrupted.
Lydia's hands covered her mouth as she gasped. She had finally seen the physical monster Jennifer had become, and she wasn't going to let her take Stiles from her.
When she spun back to feed on Stiles again, Lydia's wrath had reached its peak. "That's it, bitch."
Without a second thought, the strong-willed Queen of Beacon Hills leapt into the water to save her boyfriend from certain death. Lydia grasped onto Jennifer's shoulders, yanking her away from him. Both girls went under, the strawberry-blonde being the initiator.
Stiles, dazed and confused with a bloody neck, scanned the water for the girls, hoping that the right one would emerge. Luckily, after a few seconds, Lydia was the one to return to the surface. Yet, Jennifer was nowhere to be seen.
She coughed, reaching for him. "Oh, my God. Stiles, I'm so sorry."
"Where is... where is she?" he asked as his senses slowly returned to him.
