Tears of Blood Part II: Last of The Wilds

Ch 1: Demons and then some...

Scott rang the doorbell nervously, he tamped down on the urge to bolt.

Everything inside him revolted this sudden decision he'd made. The sun had barely risen over the horizon, as he stood in front of this door, this early in the morning.

Allison had left beacon Hills, after The Graveyard Incident. Capitalized in due after Stiles' abrupt leaving, of their truly haunted town. Even though Chris had stayed behind, to wrap up whatever loose ends, a hunter needs to wrap up...

"Scott?"

Scott looked up a little surprised to see the door open, he was half afraid no one would answer the door.

"Scott??"

On some level he knew he was staring, what he hadn't any idea was he was crying as well. So when he opened his mouth to ask, "What do you do, when the people you need the most aren't around to help?" and felt the tear slip through his dry lips, he hoped this person would help.

"Scotty", Lydia breathed, "Come in", she stepped aside, and allowed him to cross into the foyer.

"They'll come back you have to know that?" she whispered, even as she gently tugged him to her living room.

Scott followed her meekly; suddenly feeling too tired to understand what he was doing here.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Lydia asked offering him a cup of tea.

Scott blinked at the cup and saucer, even as he deftly took it from her, the fact that she'd been in the kitchen making tea, registered as time had passed and he'd missed her moving further away from him.

"I—don't know how to start", he paused taking a sip awkwardly.

"Maybe start from the beginning that usually helps", Lydia suggested.

Scott blinked, tilted his head so, and stared at her, before realizing something almost instantly, "I think I understand now", he smiled awkwardly.

"What is it you understand?" Lydia asked softly.

"Why he loved you so much, why he was obsessed with you so much", Scott answered quietly.

"Why say that?" she asked cautiously.

"Because despite who Stiles thought he was, he'd always had a knack for figuring people out", Scott murmured, "He knew who you were. Always has known, its why even when more than half school was intimidated by your Ice Queen Ditzy persona, he was in love with the 'you' underneath all that", he stated knowingly as he sipped the tea.

"Did he talk to you about me?" Lydia murmured curiously.

Scott snorted, "Unless you count the odes to your strawberry blonde hair, your scary intelligence, your pale beauty like the sun, the goddess that walked the earth", he laughed then, the first time since that night.

"He does have the talent for twisting words", she hummed.

"I never understood his obsession with you, you were terrifying. But Stiles he knew everything. The day Jackson found out he was adopted, do you remember Stiles quietly offering Jackson a hug? I just about had a heart attack", Scott stood up then, tea cup sloshing in his hand, he set it down, "I thought for sure Jackson was gonna snap and wring his neck—"

"But Jackson had accepted it. I figured after that, in middle school, we'd all be best buds. But the next day it was the same", Lydia agreed her eyes trained on him.

Scott couldn't blame her; he probably looked like a ticking time bomb.

"May I ask you something?" Lydia asked quietly.