The banshee

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                       •Stuck on a feeling•

*3rd person pov*

-Beacon hills-

     Death was near. Lydia could feel it, the only problem was that she wasn't sure who was in trouble. She hadn't be writing down names, she hadn't been subconsciously finding clues as to who was next, she didn't have the urge to scream she just felt something deep down and it wasn't good.

The pack had just beaten the nogistune, Stiles was still pretty shaken up, Allison was badly injured but she was healing quickly (read disclaimer), and everyone else was pretty shocked about what happened.
Lydia felt guilty about what happened to Allison. She had a feeling that something bad was going to happen but she couldn't figure out what. She thought that she could have saved Allison from being stabbed if she had figured out how to use those damn banshee powers and predict what was going to happen.
Scott got there just in time, he could take her pain away enough to get her to the hospital without her passing out from the immense amount of pain she would've felt. Allison kept telling Lydia it wasn't her fault and that she needed to stop beating herself up over it, she was okay and was healing and that's all that mattered.

Lydia was currently sitting in English staring at the chalkboard bored out of her mind while drawing randomly in her notebook. Stiles sat beside her staring at Lydia. He had the biggest crush on Lydia since forever, although with everything going on his, crush has subsided a bit but he could still tell that there was something wrong. Maybe it was the Allison thing, maybe it was something else, whatever it was he was going to find out.

He continued to stare while trying to figure her out, the teacher called Lydia up to the front snapping both of them out of their trance like states. Stiles watched Lydia walk up to the front, he looked over to where she was sitting seconds ago and saw her notebook full of writing. He looked at his and saw only a couple of words. He knew Lydia was extremely smart but they've only been in class for five or six minutes, she couldn't have a full page already.
He looked around to make sure no one was watching and then quickly grabbed her book, almost falling out of his chair at the same time.
What he saw next made him freeze up. Jeff was written repeatedly all over the paper.
Jeff is her fathers names.