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11. A banshee's obsession

The next day arrived and I spent the night with Stiles playing videogames. He won the first two games but after a couple of hours I defeated him in every single game we played.

"You are remarkable Lydia".

That's the last thing he said to me before we went to bed. Well, I went to bed. He slept on the floor. Just like he did the night I slept there. Only this time, Malia was nowhere to be found.

We profoundly slept until 1 pm. When we woke up, I had 10 missed calls from my mum and Stiles had a couple of messages from Malia.

"Oops I think we should have picked up our phone when we were playing to Call of Duty"

"No way, I was totally winning."- said Stiles.

"You were so pissed off because I beat you at Star Wars."

"YOU HAVE NEVER WATCHED STAR WARS IT WASN'T FAIR"

Stiles and I started laughing like we've never done before.

"I had such a great time". I said.

"Oh, I like to hear that you had fun on your birthday with me."

"Yes I did. "

We stared at each other for a couple of seconds that felt like centuries.

"Soo.... Are we going to call that banshee or...?"

I needed to say something, even though calling a banshee was the last thing I wanted to do, one part of me needed some answers, answers about myself.

"Uhm yeah, sure, let's go out for breakfast first."

"It would be more fitting to say lunch"

"Then let's go have lunch."

"I'd love to but my mum and I... we wanted to celebrate my birthday yesterday and..."

"Oh okay don't worry. Then I'll call that banshee right now."

Stiles sounded disappointed, he really wanted me to go have lunch with him and I did too, but spending an entire day with him was hard enough.

Stiles dialed the number of this banshee and turned the speaker on

"Hello?".- a very feminine voice spoke from the other side of the line.

Stiles looked at me. He wanted me to talk to her. He was just there to give me some support.

"Hi. I'm... I'm Lydia Martin... I..."

"Martin? Lydia Martin?"

"Yes, how do you know my name?"

"Your grandmother used to talk a lot about you"

"My grandmother?" Stiles looked at me with an inquiring look on his face

"Yes, she was the one who founded this organization. She wanted to help other banshees like herself before she... Well I guess you know what happened to her."

"She founded an organization?"

"We are called "The mermaid helpers" She said she loved the Little Mermaid book. And the "mermaid" thing is actually fitting. They used to sing to persuade sailors and then kill them, we scream to predict death."

"I... I had no idea."

"We were expecting your call. Your grandmother always knew you were going to become a banshee. I am Andrea by the way."

"I guess you know everything about me then. I am calling you because I have some questions about my... myself"

"It's really difficult to be a banshee and to not have someone who guides you. Let me help you then. What do you want to know?"

"How I work basically."

"Well, it's more complicated than you think. I could go over there to help you and show you some tricks, or you can come here"

"I don't really know if I could do the latter."

"Okay then. I'll go where you live... where do you live?"

"Beacon Hills"

"Oh. Wow. That explains a lot"

"What?"

"Your town is called beacon for a reason. I'll tell you later. What else did you want to know?"

Stiles took over and asked for me.

"Hi Andrea I'm Stiles, a friend of Lydia's. We wanted to know if it's possible for a banshee to have a connection with someone else."

"Like an emotional tether?"

"Yes, exactly." I said remembering that Deaton said the exact same thing to us a year ago.

"Yes, it's possible. In fact when a banshee forms this kind of connection is basically impossible for it to disappear. It usually grows exponentially fast. We can feel the other person, if they are hurt, sad or happy. We have this need to be near them at all times. Why Lydia? Do you think you are bonded to someone?"

An awkward silence was all over the room. I knew Stiles was looking at me. Because he knew that I was bonded to him.

"Is it like an obsession? A banshee's obsession?" I asked. Praying for Andrea's answer to be positive so that Stiles won't feel that bad. So that I could feel better.

"No. That usually happens when the banshee falls in love. Not always though. Sometimes the banshee has this connection because the other person has been with her when she most needed it. But most part of the times, it's love. Love is a very powerful thing Lydia."

I was blushing and all I wanted to do was leave. Stiles was listening to the entire conversation. That means that he knew I felt something for him. Or that I was obsessed with him somehow.

"Anyway".- Andrea continued- "you can always introduce me to the person you think you are bonded with. I have a special talent to figure out if the bond is love or not. When can I meet you?"

"Uhm... I don't know...whenever you can I guess."

"Perfect. I'll be there in two days. See you then. Bye Lydia take care. And goodbye Stiles."

Andrea hung up and the silence came back.

I couldn't look at Stiles but if I didn't do it he would know the truth. I finally looked at him and his eyes were fully open. Surprised.

"I guess you got the answers you needed."

"Yes. I did. Although I still don't know why I am bonded to you." I tried to laugh

"Yeah... Me neither."

I knew it was over. We both knew the truth and we both chose to deny it. Something we have been doing for so long. We got used to it.

"I should get going, you have to call Malia and I have to call my mum. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah sure."

I intended to leave his room but before doing so, he followed me to the door and hugged me. He didn't say a thing. I didn't need him to. All that mattered was that even though we couldn't be anything more than friends, we were martinski.

Interesting things coming your way. I wrote this chapter in honour of HOLLAND RODEN who followed me on instagram the other day. Thank you so much love. I love you.

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