I Didn't ask to be a Monster

Chapter Twelve

Across Beacon Hills in Stiles bedroom Lydia was hard at work researching the room sized diagram of everything that was going on with Stiles, Scott and Allison along with all the mysterious cold cases.

Aiden sat and watched providing input and extra information.

Her finger dragged across several blood red strings that had connected to each wall across the room, suddenly her heart lurched into her throat.

The sensation was almost like she was having her heart ripped out of her chest and force fed to her. She wanted to pass out or throw up. Instead she gasped for air, "Did you hear that…?"

Aiden looked at her concerned and shook his head.

Lydia stared blankly with wide eyes, “You didn’t hear that?” Her hand clutched her chest tightly.

Aiden tilted his head and said honestly, "Lydia, I’m not sure anybody hears what you hear."

Her hands started to shake, “Voices… a voice. Oh god I have to go.” She could feel herself wanting to puke but she held it in.

She grabbed her purse and ran out of the room, down the stairs and out to her car. The group looked on from the threshold overly confused.

“What’s wrong with Lydia?” Stiles asked worriedly.

Aiden flew down the stairs, “Something happened. I think we should follow her.”

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Lydia’s foot was heavy on the gas pedal in her car, she knew it was Peter calling for her. She was desperate to get to Derek’s loft as fast as she could.

She slammed on the breaks in front of Derek’s loft. She ran out of the car not even bothering to turn the car off after she put it in park.

She ripped her shoes off as she sprinted up the stairs to the open door.

Peter lay terrified and paralyzed on the floor. He was mumbling with a ragged voice.

She couldn’t understand him. Her ear was pressed against his lips.

No words were recognizable.

“Peter?” She shook him a little, “Peter, its Lydia snap out of it.” She caressed his face.

He jolted upwards screaming.

Lydia quickly positioned herself behind him and held him as tight as she could, “Shh, Peter, hey it’s okay, it’s just me. Shhh. You are okay.”

Peter was gasping for air as he nuzzled in Lydia’s grasp.

Her cheek grazed across his hair to comfort him.

Lydia didn’t notice the increasing sound of many footsteps as they approached the open door.

The group skidded to a halt as they found Lydia in the center of a lit room holding Peter Hale in comfort.

All of them maintained a small surprised jaw drop.

Peter clutched hard at Lydia’s arm and his claws began to dig into her skin.

The sweet smell of blood tickled all the present wolves’ noses.

Lydia winced at the pain and tried to pull away.

Scott rushed in down to Lydia’s side, “Lydia, let go of him now.”

“No, Scott I have to help him. Just get his hold off of me for a minute. I need you to lay him down flat.” Lydia commanded.

Scott looked at her, “What??”

“Scott do what I say.” She yelled.

Scott removed Peter’s fingers one by one from their hold on Lydia’s arm.

Lydia repositioned herself Indian style on the floor and pulled Peter’s head into her lap. She held his head tightly under her grip and closed his eyes.

“Scott, I want you to get out of here, close the door behind you and cover your ears. Do not question me. Do it now.”

Scott leaped off the floor and grabbing the door and shutting it behind him.

“COVER YOUR EARS!” Scott yelled at everyone.

They all hunched over and gripped tightly at their ears.

Lydia shut her eyes and focused.

She needed to do something quickly to help Peter or else she knew she would lose him.

She inhaled deeply through her nose and opened her mouth.

A sound began to vibrate from her vocal chords. It was beautiful and intensely hypnotic.

Peter jolted upwards and gasped, his electric blue eyes glazed over and became heavy. His eye lids swayed, closer and closer to being shut.

She continued to sing until he fell down into her lap completely passed out and limp.

When Lydia knew for a fact that Peter was fast asleep she pulled out her phone and texted Scott to tell him it was safe.

The door heavily slid back open.

The group came in quietly to find Peter passed out.

“What did you do?” Stiles asked somewhat scared.

Not even Lydia was sure, “I… don’t, I mean I was trying to think of a way to get him to calm down and I don’t know what I did but I think that I just sang him to sleep.”

“It’s called a Siren’s song, I believe. Banshee’s are capable of more than just Death Songs, meaning screaming when a death is about to occur.” Derek folded his arms.

“How did you know it would work?” Scott asked.

“I didn’t. I was hoping it would, but I had a fear that I would scream and end up killing him and all of you which is why I told you to cover your ears.” Lydia confessed. Her thumb grazed softly across Peter’s stubbled cheek.

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Derek strayed his way to Lydia’s side and picked his unconscious Uncle up and tossed him on the couch.

“I can’t tell what happened here.” Derek’s eyes darted around the brightly lit room trying to sense out what could have possible drove his Uncle Peter mad.

“Lydia, how did you know something happened to Peter?” Stiles eyes squinted suspiciously at her.

Her eyes side glanced at Stiles with a touch of anger behind them.

At this point they did not know that Peter and Lydia had been together for the last few months. She never told them that he came to visit her in the hospital after the Darach tried to strangle her. She never told them that in the shadows they had emotional conversations about their connection. She never told them that Peter cared so very deeply for her and she never told them that she cared deeply for Peter, she didn’t dare breathe a word of it to them knowing full well what the reaction would be.

Now it was time to let the proverbial “Cat out of the Bag” in this case, it was letting the Wolf out of the Bag.