Argent and Gold

Thirteen

Lydia's POV

I stop running once I know the Beserkers aren't following me. The others are probably fighting them. I almost turn back, but then I remember what Stiles said to me. I don't have anything to offer help. No claws, no fangs, just a bunch of voices in my head. I shake my head as I walk on. I get my keys out and as I look up to open the Eichen House gate I see Peter in front of me. I breathe in. I may be on speaking terms with him, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven him. I straighten up and take my hands off the gate. He has a smirk on his face. That same smirk I saw him wear when he came back to life. "Now what is a beautiful girl like you doing out her all alone?" He asks me coyly. I shutter at the sound of his voice. I try to get around him but he blocks my way.
"Move," I say softly.
"Now I can't do that, sweet sweet Lydia," Peter says taking his hand and running it through my hair. "I have a job to do," he states. I breath in become very nervous.
"And what would that be?" I ask.
"LYDIA!" I hear Stiles yell from behind me. "LYDIA!" I try to turn and look at him, but Peter grabs the back of my hair and drags me to his car where he throws me in the back. I start banging on the window.
"Stiles!" I yell. Then in a brilliant moment of realization I scream at the top of my lungs. I see Scott run out not far behind Stiles and Peter break down covering his ears. I unlock the door and run out. Peter quickly gets up and stops me from going any further. He wraps one hand around my wrist and puts it behind my back and his other hand on my throat. Claws ready to rip. Stiles stops in front of us.
"Now Stiles we don't want our little strawberry blonde banshee to be killed this way now do we?" Peter asks with a wicked smile.
"Well we know it doesn't always kill anyone does it?" Stiles replies sarcastically. I close my eyes in annoyance.
"Stiles is there a time you don't totally lean on sarcasm?" I ask him. Stiles shrugs and Peter tightens his grip. I see the whole pack come out of the building and Aria and Kate follow behind.
"Peter!" Scott yells. "Let her go!" He stops in front of us next to Stiles all werewolfed out. Peter starts laughing.
"My god she isn't even that important. If anything she is about as useful as that silly human you keep around," Peter says pointing to Stiles. "But I guess she could be kept in better hands," he keeps hold of my wrist but pushes me over to a Berserker who grabs hold of my arms. Peter lets go. "Happy Scott?" He asks. Scott growls.
"Now boys!" Kate says. "Lets not be to hasty. Tell you what. We will let the banshee go in exchange for the human," Kate says. I look over at Stiles. I shake my head as he steps forward.
"Stiles no," I say. He looks over at me. "If you do this," I start thinking of what to say, but he interrupts my thoughts.
"If I do this you're safe. That's all I want for you Lydia, for you to be safe, for you to be happy," he says. I feel a tear roll down my face.
"Stiles," I whisper as he looks over at Kate.
"Stiles," Scott says. "Don't."
"Come on Stiles, you don't want us to hurt poor defenseless Lydia," Kate says. Stiles looks over at me then back at Malia. She looks to be a mess. Her hair is tangled and her eyes are red ready for tears to start flying. Stiles walks a step but Scott steps in front of him and starts attacking the Beserker holding me. He lets go and swats Scott. Allison firers an arrow at Peter and hits him square in the chest. Derek goes wolf form and attacks her. She tries to shot him but he dodges the arrows. I run over to Stiles who is there with open arms. Malia runs and goes to help Scott with the Beserker. I look around and see that Aria and Kate are gone.
"Stiles we have to go," I say, but Stiles isn't listening he is to busy watching as Derek transforms from little Derek to older Derek. "Stiles," I say again. He looks down at me. "We have to go," I say lightly. He looks back up at Malia and nods. He grabs my hand and we run to my car and his jeep.
"What are you doing?" He asks me.
"Leaving," I state.
"No we are taking the jeep," he says.
"What about my car?" I ask. "God knows Malia isn't going to drive it," I say. He bites his lip.
"But, my jeep," he whines.
"Do you want to die?" I ask as I see the other Beserker coming towards us. I start backing.
"No," he says grabbing something out of the back of his jeep.
"What is that?"
"A bat!" He yells back to me as we step backwards. The Beserker lungs forward to me and I break into a run. I look back and see Stiles try to hit it with the bat but he grabs the bat mid swing and breaks it in half. I keep running as Stiles goes to follow me. I turn back and see Stiles isn't behind me for long as a hand reaches out and grabs him dragging him into the woods away from the pack.