𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 actually hope stilinski
and lives in beacon hills, unknowing of her real
heritage, until her mother and father and a crazed
family of original vampires arrive at her h...
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"ARE WE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT?" Hope Stilinski questioned bluntly, turning her head to look at her friend who avoided her gaze promptly. The reaction caused a low exhale to break free of her lips and she found herself softening her voice considerably, "Because Scott and Stiles might not get it, but I most certainly do."
In the midst of their journey, one that had been filled with far too much bickering between the siblings and even more warnings from the banshee, the jeep had rolled over something sharp in the sand and they were now deserted. Whilst Scott and the others attempted to figure out what had pierced Stiles's beloved wheels and how to fix it, the two had been left inside because of their obvious exhaustion.
The beginning of their time together had been spent in silence, Hope busy gulping down water and stretching across the seats, and Lydia indulging herself with some food. But, after both had finished what they had been wishing to do all ride, awkwardness set over them as Hope tried to decide which way she was going to confront her friend.
The banshee picked at her nails. They had been red, but with time and her growing nerves over the mission, said scarlett had torn and ripped, leaving scattered color among pale flesh. It was weird to see, a girl usually so put together crumbling. But, despite the obvious signs of sadness flowing through her expressions, Lydia shrugged, "I'm fine. At least, I was until Stiles forced me into this jeep and made me travel four hours to Mexico without any warning. Or luggage."
"That's not what I mean." The witch uttered, "And I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. If Araya could tell something was wrong with you, then I have a right to be concerned."
"Araya is a hunter who spends her time getting underneath people's skin. I wouldn't trust anything she has to say unless she's being held at gunpoint whilst saying it. People like her, people like Kate, they like to manipulate the vulnerable for their own entertainment."
Hope sat up from her position across two seats and shuffled closer to her friend who, before the supernatural arose, was nothing but an acquaintance. Lydia only knew of the younger Stilinski because she had been on the cheer team, before she quit when Scott got bitten. After the older girl became a banshee, becoming friends was a swift process because for a long time, they had been the only girls of the group; along with Allison, of course. They were her older sisters.
She nudged her friend, smiling, "I wouldn't call you vulnerable, Lydia Martin. I'd say you are a confident, badass woman who has had the worst things possible happen to her and who needs someone to talk about it with. Someone who would understand."
