I Didn't ask to be a Monster

Chapter One

Cora lay unconscious on the gurney.

Stiles wiggled his feet nervously in his shoes.

Peter was still recovering from the 'not long lasting' shot of epinephrine.

They sat somewhat quietly waiting for a signal that it was clear to move.

Stiles grabbed a towel from the shelf and patted Cora's sweating forehead, "If we can get her to the hospital where Lydia is then she will be okay."

Stiles had forgotten, in the midst of everything, who his company was.

"Lydia's in the hospital?" Peter asked attempting to hide concern.

"Yeah before we came here Miss Blake tried to strangle Lydia to death with a garrote. My dad tried to save her but that bitch took my dad." Stiles' nervousness grew to the point where he had to hold his hands together to keep from shaking.

A car outside of the Ambulance skidded to a halt. It was Isaac.

They all piled out of the ambulance, Peter grabbed Cora and put her into the back of the car. Stiles was frozen with fear as he stared at the door of the ambulance. He saw a signing form that said, "Parent or Guardian" and he took off running in the direction of Scott.

Peter and Cora were safely in the car with Isaac, "Come on let's go." Peter said from the backseat

"No, not without Scott." Isaac replied.

The twins monster form started heading out towards them somewhat disoriented still from the paddle shock Melissa gave them, "Oh for the love of god GO NOW." Peter screamed at the young beta.

Isaac slammed the car into drive and took off to the front of the hospital.

They stopped in front looking around, "Do you see any sign of the twins?" Isaac asked Peter.

"No..." Peter looked around until his eyes focused on a pair of people coming from the darkness, "but I see the Argents." He started to panic and took off to save his own life.

Peter found himself at the front desk of the hospital, "Excuse me, I know you are really busy but can you tell me what room Lydia Martin is in?"

"Are you family?" The nurse asked.

"Yes I am." Peter lied.

The nurse looked through her computer, "Martin, Martin, Martin, oh yes here she is, they are keeping her overnight for observation. She is in room 317." She pointed down the hallway to the elevators.

His hand balled into a fist and hit against his leg as the elevator took its sweet time reaching the third floor.

The ding signaled and the doors opened.

He had no idea what to expect when he reached the door. He peered into the darkened room to find Lydia fast asleep with her mother at her side.

Lydia's mom looked up at the door to see Peter looking in; she stood and came to the door.

'Shit think of something quick' Peter thought to himself.

"Excuse me can I help you?" Lydia's mom gave Peter a death glare; she was in momma bear mode.

"Oh yes, Ms. Martin, I came to see how Lydia was doing. My son Scott goes to school with Lydia. They are best friends and he was so worried about her, he said he wouldn't sleep until he knew she was alright. So being the good father I am, I came to see how she is doing." He was a convincing and eloquent liar.

He offered Ms. Martin his hand and she took it shaking it kindly.

"Oh well, thank you for coming I know she will appreciate it, she talks about Scott all the time." She faked a smile. It was obvious that she had been crying for the last several hours.

They looked inward at the dark room where Lydia was passed out.

"What exactly happened? If you don't mind me asking, Scott did not tell me much." Peter continued with his charade.

"She was attacked by someone at the school, she said she did not see who it was, just that they slipped a wire around her neck and tried to strangle her. The doctor's say she was lucky to be alive." Her mother began to choke up.

"Hey why don't you go get yourself a cup of coffee? I will stay here and make sure no one comes in the room. She will be okay with me for a few minutes. I promise nothing will get passed me." Peter turned her mother towards the elevators.

"Okay, thank you." She headed down the hallway.

As soon as she was out of sight and safely in the elevator, Peter slipped into the room.

"Oh my little girl, what have you gotten yourself into now?" He whispered softly to her as he neared the bed.

Lydia had bandages around her throat and ice packs on top to keep the swelling down. He listened to her heartbeat; it was calm and serene.

There was a mixture of emotions in his chest. Part of him was overly upset to see Lydia like this, she was his and he had heard the scream but he did nothing. He was mentally kicking himself but he knew it went against the plans he had already put into motion.

It was not time to bring Lydia into the fold yet.

He sat on the edge of the bed looking her up and down making sure she was not hurt anywhere else. Her fingers had some cuts on them from holding the garrote from her throat. He picked her hand up and gave her fingers a light kiss.

"Oh your beautiful neck, thankfully it will only be a bruise. I know you are much stronger than you look. That's why I chose you Lydia." He pulled a lock of hair off her face and tucked it off to the side.

"Don't you worry. I will kill that bitch for you. No one damages what is mine and gets away with it." He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss.

"You rest now, and stay away from that twin. I can smell him on you and I do not like what it does to me knowing you have been with him." Peter lifted the sheet and her hospital gown to reveal the scar from his bite still on her side.

"You see, you will always be mine." Peter grazed his thumb across her pale cheek.

He heard the elevator door open as he quickly slipped back out into the hallway and stood guard to keep up pretenses.

Her mother came back with two cups of coffee in her hand, "Here you go, I figured you might need one too. Thank you for looking after her." She handed Peter the second cup.

"You are welcome; I hope she will recover quickly." He smiled and pulled the cup to his lips.

Lydia's mother walked back into the room as Peter walked down the hall and disappeared from the hospital.

He had to get back to Derek and Cora.