Outcasts [Book 1]

Twenty Five

My wicked tongue

Where will it be?

- Haunted, Beyonce

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Lydia presses her lips against Void's. He doesn't hesitate to kiss her back. He's quick to shove his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. Lydia goes with it, this is part of plan B.

He tastes metallic, like cold blood and copper. Its so un-Stiles that it seems like a dream. Stiles kisses are soft and slow, sometimes awkward and hesitant like his personality, but Void kisses like he was told that the world would blow up in 5 seconds.

Lydia can literally feel his kiss draining her, taking a part of her soul she doesn't think she'll get back. Maybe she would enjoy this if she forgot who he was. Void fed off the pain, fear, and guilt she felt everyday but never spoke of.

There was darkness in her too, she is a banshee after all. But not all monsters do monstrous things.

His lips go numb against hers, signaling that it worked. Lydia pulls away, catching his limp body in her arms. She's kind of surprised no one else was noticing this going on. "Plan B, motherfucker." Isaac pants and grins from his spot on the ground.

Scott rushes in the second he gets his chance to, taking Stiles' body from hers. Lydia follows Scott out, overly excited to get out of this place. She had to admit, she didn't think that plan B would work.

Poisoning herself to poison the fox definitely wasn't safe. Yet another perk of immunity.

They go into the limo, Isaac and Scott carrying an unconscious Stiles in their arms. The back of Isaac's head is bleeding, but its quickly healing. Scott and Isaac place Stiles across three seats. Jackson, Kira, Liam, Hayden, Malia, and Allison all get in not a minute later.

Lydia lifts Stiles' head and places it in her lap. He doesn't move at all. His mouth hangs open as if he's sleeping, his eyes are peacefully shut, and low, quiet breaths leave his lips every few seconds. She runs a hand through his hair and he makes a noise but doesn't wake.

She looks like a mom holding her child for the first time. Carefully holding his head, softly stroking his hair, and her eyes are filled with love and relief for him. Lydia remembers Allison telling her that he, referring to Scott, wasn't just her boyfriend, and she never got it.

Not until now, at least. Now she didn't think she could live without him. He isn't some trophy to her, and he isn't perfect, he's human, and he's alive. And she could never be more happy.

Allison leans over to Jackson. "Thats love, bitch." Allison murmurs, making his shoulders slump considerably.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Scott asks worriedly, pacing around. Isaac grabs his arm, reminding him that it doesn't make anyone feel better when their alpha is visibly nervous and scared. "Well, I'd say its about 50/50." Deaton says in a reassuring tone.

Deaton hands the shot to Lydia, who seems way too cool about this all. She's the one that still has a hole in her stomach, and she looks like she's going to drop dead any second now. Allison is standing behind her with her hands subtly up, waiting for her friend to fall over, and everyone is watching her.

"50/50 what?" Scott questions. Deaton does that small, worried half-smile. "Uh.. Theres a 50% chance she gets poisoned by the serum too and dies, and theres a 50% chance she'll live and be able to poison Void."

Lydia snorts. "Well, thats great." She grins - fucking grins in a situation like this - and goes to put the shot in her arm. "This is stupid." Isaac comments. "We've done stupider." She winces. She's never liked needles.

Scott, Isaac, Allison, and Deaton watch as if she's going to immediately die, but nothing comes.

It makes sense when Deaton explains it. The nogistune and the banshee are somewhat the same creature, so some of the same poisons will work on both of them. This is one of the less dangerous poisons, but it will still knock the nogistune out if it gets in his blood stream.

Plan A is still stupid, but the best. Isaac injects Void from behind, and if that doesn't work Lydia goes to plan B - which is kissing him to poison him. It sounds both badass and disgusting to her. It's better than losing Stiles to some overrated demon.

"Yeah, but this is really stupid. No offense, Lyds, but you look like death and your wound doesn't smell like its getting any better." Isaac says, tapping his fingers on the small metal table where most of them have almost died.

She shrugs a shoulder. "What can I say? I'm in love."

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Stiles' arm brushes against hers and he flinches away like she had just stabbed him. Lydia sighs and stops stirring the pasta. It had been a week, and things have gone back to normal. Well, if normal is both of them having nightmares and staying in bed all day. Again, not in that way.

"What's up with you?" Lydia raises her eyebrows. He stumbles over his words as usual. "What? Nothing. Nothing is wrong with Stiles. Stiles is all good. Stiles is perfect." He gives her an awkward thumbs up.

She takes his hand and he twitches, but relaxes. "What's wrong?" She asks again. Stiles sighs and doesn't say anything. He stares at the ground for a long amount of time.

"I can't get over what I did to you. I mean, I didn't think you would want to be in the same room with me. Let alone still be my girlfriend."

Lydia pulls him closer and places her lips against his. It takes him by surprise, but he starts kissing back, his eyes fluttering closed. Lydia moves his hands to her waist and lets him pull her closer. Stiles hums happily into the kiss.

He moves away slightly so their foreheads are pressing together. "This is okay?" Stiles asks, licking his lips. Lydia nods. "This is very okay." She responds, making him chuckle. Stiles reconnects the kiss.

A/N

Next chapter is prologue...

My friends are reading over my should.