The banshee

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•Tragedy strikes again•

*3rd person pov*

Stiles stared blankly at the paper in front of him, his mind racing.
Lydia's dads name was written all over it. Lydia's dad is the only family she has left. Lydia's dad is going to die soon.
Does Lydia know this?

Stiles snapped back to reality, ripping out the paper and putting her book back on her desk the way it was before just as Lydia turned around. He hid the paper in his bag and started thinking about how he was going to tell Scott, the pack, and most importantly Lydia.
The bell rang signalling that class had ended so stiles grabbed his bag and ran out the door looking for Scott. Lydia just watched him wondering what was going on in his head before grabbing her stuff and heading to her locker.
The rest of the pack was sitting out side listening to stiles ramble on about how Lydia wrote her dads name all over her notebook which means that he's next. He showed them the paper and they immediately started to worry.

"What are we going to do? We have to protect him, he's all Lydia's got!" Allison spoke up looking at the rest of the group. Isaac made a suggestion to hide him in a basement until whatever was coming passed by. Stiles gave him a look and said "Can you at least try and be helpful, please?"

Scott then spoke lowly "He doesn't know about the supernatural so locking him in a basement without any reason isn't a good idea! Someone will stay with Lydia for a couple days and watch her and her dad" he looked around the table waiting for someone to say something.
"I will" Allison whispered seeing Lydia walk out the front doors and towards their table.

  "Mr.Martin won't let any guys stay over and I'm her best girl friend and I'm always over so it won't be suspicious. I'll try and keep them both in the house where it's safe and I'll call you guys if anything weird starts happening okay?" They nodded just as Lydia got to the table stopping when everyone gave her really big smiles with not so innocent looks in their eyes.

She smiled and sat, "So what do we know about this alpha pack?" She asked while taking a sip of her water. Everyone started talking but not forgetting about the new information they were given just minutes ago.

-Later that night-

     Allison was upstairs "using the washroom" when she called Scott.  Lydia and Jeff were still downstairs eating dinner when someone knocked on the door.  Allison heard the knock as well so she peaked threw the crack of the door and look downstairs to see someone she didn't want to see ever again.  Deucalion.

     "Scott you need to hurry, he's here! Deucalion is here". And then she hung up grabbed a couple of her daggers and went back downstairs.  Jeff opened the door and started talking to Deucalion. Lydia was sitting still eating when Allison came back and sat down while watching the front door.
    Lydia started choking on her food. Allison was patting her back trying to help, when Lydia could breath again she started freaking out. The feeling was back, something was going to happen. But to who? She looked at Allison hoping it wasn't her, she'd already been through so much and...and...all of sudden it hit her. Jeff. She figured it out. It was Jeff, her dad Jeff. Her dad was in trouble!
     Lydia stood up quickly and ran towards the front door but stopped when she saw her dad walk in with non other than the monster himself, Deucalion.

     Allison stood up and walked to stand next to Lydia, hiding the dagger behind her back.
"Dad what is he doing here?" Lydia asked while trying to keep her voice steady.

     She heard a car pull up and footsteps running toward her house.  Allison tensed up, ready to fight. Scott and stiles came running in with Derek just behind them.
     Allison visibly relaxed a bit but she was still ready for anything. Deucalion smiled and grabbed Jeff shoving him to stand in front of himself, almost like a shield.

     "Well well, look what we have here" he said with an evil grin placed on his lips.  "Come here to save your little friends dear old dad?" He smiled wider while shoving his claws into Jeff's back causing him to groan in pain. Lydia took a step forward trying to get to her dad as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

  "Look we don't want any trouble we can deal with this another way just let him go please" Scott tried to reason with the monster but it was useless.  "I'm sorry Scotty boy, but you can't save everyone" as soon he finished his sentence he used his other hand to cut Jeffs neck. 

     He laughed and dropped him to the ground and with a roar, he had transformed into the demon wolf.  Scott and Derek changed as well and Allison whipped out her daggers ready to fight him.  Stiles ran to Lydia to make sure she was okay, while she ran to help her dad who was now losing a lot of blood.

  "One more step little red and you're dead too!" He spit out causing Lydia to hesitate but quickly regain her composure and keeping going towards her father only to be stopped again by stiles grabbing her and holding her still. She tried to fight back, push him off of her but skinny defenceless stiles was a lot stronger now than he was during freshman year.  With a roar the fight began, Allison was still injured so she was thrown out pretty quickly while Scott and Derek continued.

     Lydia felt a bubbling sensation in the pit of her stomach. No she kept thinking no no no no, she knew that feeling all too well. She elbowed stiles as hard as she could taking him by surprise which led to him loosening his grip giving Lydia the chance to run. So she did.

     She ran towards her father but was pushed over the dinner table, knocking over plates and cups. She rolled off the table landing on some shards of broken glass and ceramic. Stiles was once again by her side helping her up brushing the small pieces of glass off of her hands, suddenly he is on the ground covering his ears. Everyone was covering their ears except for Deucalion, he took this as his chance to escape.

   Everything went quiet when Lydia's scream stopped. Nobody knew what to say, what to do. He was dead. 

Jeff was dead.