Kira and Scott broke up and she is back to the desert with Skinwalkers. Scott can't stop thinking about Allison. On her death anniversary, Lydia gets a strange vision that gives them a way to bring the young huntress back. But the price is too big...
"Mom, I'm home!" Lydia closed the door behind her.
Her mom, Mrs Martin, appeared from the kitchen. "Hi, honey", she rushed to hug her daughter, although kinda unsure. There relationship was cold since Mrs Martin put Lydia in Eichen House last year. Lydia forgave her, but still was distant from her mother. But it was her mom.
"Are you okay? You seem distracted", the strawberry blond haired women grabbed her daughters hands. "Did you..." she lowered her voice, "Have another vision?"
Lydia nodded. It started a week ago. She would wake up from a very realistic nightmare, screaming and cowering her ears. Afterwards she was always distracted and had characteristic bags under her eyes, which she had now, so there was no point in lying.
"Sweetheart", Mrs Martin wrapped her arms around her daughter. "Are you okay? What did you see?"
Lydia already made this decision. "I don't really remember", she lied. She wasn't into saying it again. "It was really confusing, like usually", as she was saying the last words, she crawled out of her mother's hug. "I'm tired. I think I will get some sleep."
Her mom seemed disappointed, but did not stop her. "Yes, you better do", she just said nervously.
Lydia nodded uncomfortably. Usually, she would say 'Love you' and kissed her mom, but it just didn't feel right. She knew her mom wanted best for her. She repeated that to herself for about million times. A day. "Okay. Well, bye. Or whatever", she forced a smile. She never heard her mothers answer. She turned on her heels and went to her room trying not to run or cry. Or both.
She stood in front of a mirror. Everything on her looked so normal, and yet, she has changed so much. A banshee she was. Not human. The omen of death. The bad news messenger. Lydia Martin.
And hell was she bringing bad news. She felt like friggin voicemail saying: Hey guys! There's a way to bring your friend back! Oh, and just another thing: you need to kill your best friend to make it. But don't you worry. You won't do it anyway. Seeya bitches!
Best friend? she wondered, When did I start seeing Stiles as best friend? Well, they did got really close. The way he hugged her, called her Lyds; and how petrified she was when there was a chance he would die... oh god. Did she feel something for him?
She lied on her bed feeling so confused. She was indeed tired, having sleepless nights and waking up early for last days of school. But there was no chance she would sleep after a vision, it was a fact. Besides, she felt like her head was going to explode from all thoughts in there. She was closing her eyes trying at least to relax, when her cellphone rang. Annoyed, she jumped up and grabbed it. A text. Her fingers froze when she figured who was it from. Years of no contact, not even a thought.
Jackson.
Just in the right time.
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First thought was to ignore it: she had more important things to deal with. But than she remember that Jackson's phone showed him if the text was seen. And she didn't want to appear to be ignoring him. But he didn't made contact with her for more than a year.
'Cause I asked him to, she remembered. But why now? What crazy game fate was playing?
With no much other choices, she choose his number and, fingers shivering, pressed the call button.
He answered after a few rings. "Yes?"
"Umm... I got your text", she said, out of ideas.
"Gosh, haven't heard your voice in ages", for some reason, it sounded weird.
Her mouth felt completely dry. "Yeah... good to hear you too, Jackson", she forced herself to act normal. "So, how's London?"
She could nearly see his eyes shining (sometimes, when he thought nobody was watching him, his eyes had the same shine, like a child in a toy shop). "Wonderful, of course. You would love the shops."
She felt awkward. "Bet I would."
"Yup. You would. But you sure like it where you are. Did you miss me real much?" he was joking. But she still froze.
She knew he would come to this question eventually. But she was just to scared to think about it. "Yeah, whatever. So, is it raining there?" she quickly changed the subject.
There was a short silence. "I can't tell, Lydia", he finally said. "'Cause I'm on the plane. I'm heading back to Beacon Hills."
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