Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

21. AWAKEN

Lydia

She slipped down the pole she was tied to, exhausted by the scream. Her eyes closed.

  "Lydia?" someone's weak voice asked. Her eyes shot open. A few meters away from her, Stiles was laying. "Are you hurt?"

  "Stiles!" she whined. She tried to reach him with her hand, but she couldn't. "Stiles, are you okay?" Happiness about seeing him awake filled her chest like a inflated balloon, tears of joy in her eyes.

  It gave him hard time lifting up, but he managed to. When he looked at her, his eyes were teary. She remembered how confusing and a little terrifying it felt to wake up.

  "Lydia", he was glaring at her. "Are you okay? What's going on? Why are you tied?"

  "No time to explain. I'm fine. How are you feeling?"

  He winced when tried to move his legs. "A little bumped. But I'm fine!" he quickly added, probably when saw Lydia's worried expression.

  "Okay. Don't move", she said, trying not to think about why did he wake up. It wasn't time for it now. But she couldn't help wondering. Was it the scream that saved Stiles? And where did Peter go?

  "I'll try to free myself and -"

  "No, no", Stiles pulled himself to her on the floor, still not able to walk. "You can't. You're tied that way. I'll help you."

  She didn't protested 'cause she knew he was right. He got to her and started unleashing her knots.

  "How the hell are you not dead?" someone said.

   "Peter ", Stiles hissed. "I thought we got rid of that guy."

  Behind the Benefactor were those four omegas.

  Lydia raised her chin. "I thought you at least care about your family." She didn't really know where did that question came from. She just tried to buy Stiles some time.

  Peter looked confused, but answered her. "I do. I saved the Hales when there was a fire, and Cora..."

  "And what about Malia?"

  Peter, if possible, looked even more confused. "Why does it matter right now?"

  "Just tell me", Lydia insisted. "Why do you want to kill your own daughter? Or why did you kill your niece?"

  "Laura had something I wanted", he smiled. He wasn't even feeling any guilt, Lydia realized. "Power."
 
  "And Malia?" Lydia asked again.

  "I never had a wish to kill her", he said, sounding honest. "She just has a gift to be at wrong place at wrong time. "

 
  "You are right. But still, it's hard to belive a person as good as her could be related to you", Lydia hissed.

   He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's just end this." Before they could react, he came to them and separated them, pulling Stiles to the other side of their ritual place made of barrels and flowers. The hazel eyed boy yelped when falling on his wounds, although they didn't seem as nearly as bad as they were.