Stydia One Shots

New Pack

It was unsettling to say that Stiles had grown accustomed to getting stabbed by a werewolves claws. Any normal millennial simply trying to pay off his student loans shouldn't have to worry about he and his best friend getting hunted by werewolves (or any supernatural creature).

But his best friend was a banshee, not a normal millennial like him, so that was definitely an area that would cause complications, such as what is happening right now.

Stiles crashed through the rickety apartment door of their little rented place in L.A. He was panting and out of breath, making such a ruckus that it tore Lydia's eyes away from her Stanford course books.

"Bags, now," was all Stiles had to say before the banshee slammed the book down on the table and scampered to her room, shoving what was left of her things into a suitcase- she used to have much more, but some things would get left behind if the thing hunting her was lethal enough.

Stiles packed up all of his things too, before sealing the bag tight and grabbing his beloved baseball bat-
The most effective thing a human like him could get his hands on. He wrote a quick note to the landlord along with $500 bucks (their rent for the month)

Lydia came running out the room with a suitcase being pulled behind her, grabbing the hefty college book off the table and sliding it into her purse before grabbing Stiles' hand and running out the door. He went to walk down to one stairwell, but saw an all too familiar glow of blood red eyes and claws ahead of him and decided on running down the opposite stairwell.

Their feet padded down the stairs, causing an echoed through the thick concrete walls. The two finally reached the bottom of the staircase but another werewolf appeared in front of them. Stiles dropped his backpack to the ground and readied his bat. The banshee drew a wolfsbane dipped knife from the leather garter around her thigh, watching Stiles barley hold off the other creature with his bat, too distracted to notice who was looming behind her.

The alpha from upstairs grabbed her in a chokehold, then pressed Lydia against the wall with his forearm over her throat. She managed to get a better look at him- gruff, greasy hair and dark skin, making his piercing red eyes gleam. She tried to kick his shin but he was holding her too tight.

"Oh, little banshee, you're not going anywhere until you give me the information I need from those little voices in your head." The alpha gave her a merciless smile before tapping her head with a clawed finger.

"I know that banshees are immune, so it'd be a pleasure to hear that infamous wail as I rip you apart," his voice was smooth and deep as he dragged a claw down her cheek, making Lydia wince as the blood trickled down to her lip. "I can't hear them," She managed to croak out underneath the alphas strong hold. His eyes narrowed at her as he dug the claw in even deeper into her flesh.

"Wrong answer," The alpha sneered, raising his hand and slashing 5 cuts across her abdomen. Lydia yelped out, squeezing her eyes shut from the wave of pain that coursed through her body.

"Hey, alpha dick!" Stiles taunting voice tore her eyes open and she felt the werwolf's hold over her throat release slightly, just enough room for her to get a good hold on the knife still gripped in her hand. The alphas head turned to Stiles and she took this as an opportunity, kneeing the attacker in the groin and shoving her knife deep into his chest. Lydia then heard the all familiar crack as her partners bat cracked against the alphas head, and he toppled to the ground.

The pain from her abdomen came rushing back and she doubled over, but Stiles caught her and hoisted the girl into his back. She wrapped her legs around his torso and buried her head into his neck as he started to make a run out of the crappy apartment complex and to his jeep.