Malefica; Stiles Stilinski [3]

Episode 1 Chapter 29

Cassie waited inside the car as Lydia ran her hands across the broken windshield. She sighed in boredom, fiddling with her ring that Stiles had given to her a while ago as she waited for Lydia to say she felt something from her banshee abilities.

She heard Lydia get in the driver's seat and glanced at her. Lydia put her hands on the steering wheel, trying to cop a feel of it. Still nothing. She looked up at the rearview mirror and furrowed her brows.

"Hm," Lydia hummed, making Cassie turn to her.

Stiles jumped out of the backseats, sitting up. "What?"

"This is a perfect shade for me. Right, Cassie?"

Cassie nodded. "I'd say so. Yeah. What's it called?"

Lydia shrugged. "Forgot the name."

"Can we please stay on topic here?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

The banshee sighed. "I'm not getting anything."

A coyote howl was then heard. Cassie sighed, grabbing the pile of clothes from her lap and getting out the passenger seat of the car.

A coyote with glowing blue eyes pranced into the parking lot. It transformed into Malia who was naked. She got up from the ground and caught the clothes Cassie tossed her.

"I don't think they're dead," Lydia said as Malia dressed up.

"They're dead. Probably torn apart," Malia disagreed. "The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

Lydia shook her head. "They're not dead. If they were dead, I'd sense it."

"If they were alive, I'd smell it," Malia continued to argue.

"Yeah, I'm not getting anything either," Scott spoke up.

Stiles turned to him. "Scott, what're you talking about? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it."

"Well, it's not an exact science," he defended. "And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."

Stiles sighed, turning to Cassie. "Cass, you?"

She shrugged. "Kind of."

He sighed again. "'Kind of'? What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's like this feeling that something bad is about to happen. But I've had that feeling for a couple months now, so I don't think it counts," she replied, still fiddling with her ring.

"Why does it matter if they're dead?" Malia asked. "Dead is dead."

"Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them," Stiles tried to explain.

"It sounds like you want it to be supernatural," Lydia commented.

"It's been like three months since anything's happened."

"Yeah, and once a week, you drag both me and Cassie out of bed like we're some sort of supernatural metal detector," Lydia replied in an irritated tone.

"Okay, it is way more often than that," Stiles said, not even defending himself at all. "You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences."

"What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad," Lydia replied, walking away.

Malia shrugged at them both and started following after Lydia. Cassie sighed, turning to them.

Stiles turned to her. "I'm guessing you have something to say?"

She sighed again. "Well... I'm not saying you're wrong, but..."