ANOTHER ARGENT ❖ Lydia Martin [TEEN WOLF]

one.

( 4x01 | The Dark Moon )

The nice, burning sensation of bourbon fills my throat, as I lower the half-empty bottle from my lips. Screwing the cap on the bottle of liquor, I start to unwrap the boxing wraps from my hands as sweat drips down my forehead. This has become a regular occurrence for me, especially recently with Allison's death.

Yeah, I mightn't have seen her since we were five years old. I just always though that, one day, I would be reunited with her once again. When news of Mom's death came around, I couldn't give two shits. She was always cruel to me and wanted me to be the best at everything. Dad always made up for her harshness, however, by giving Allison and I enough affection, even if he was a cold person.

A knock on my bedroom door snaps me out of my thoughts. "Come in." I tell them, as I turn around to the door expectantly. Arya Calavera - the woman who raised me as her own - stands in the doorway, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Mija, we have some unexpected visitors. I need you to initiate 'Operation: Doppelgänger'." she instructs, making the right side of my lips twitch slightly, as I try my hardest to stop an incoming smirk.

"Who's the target?" I ask, as I grab my Chinese ring daggers and my taser, before sliding the daggers into my boots and hooking the taser onto my belt. "His name is Scott McCall. He's an Alpha, and your sister's ex-boyfriend. He's in the club." she explains, her Mexican accent strong in her tone, before handing me a picture of a tan teenage boy with a crooked jaw.

"Don't worry, Araya. I won't let you down." I assure her, making her smirk grow before she attempts to leave. "Anything else I need to know?" I ask, curious. "He has a pack. An unusual one. A werecoyote, Malia Tate. A kitsune, Kira Yukimura. A human, Stiles Stilinski. And a banshee, Lydia Martin." she explains, not fully turning to me, before leaving. This'll be fun.

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As I wander the halls of the place I now call home, I act scared - pretending to be a scared and confused Allison, wondering where the hell she is. As I turn the corner near the north entrance, my eyes land on my target, who's crouched down near an unconscious guard. Picking up the radio, I cautiously approach him, acting defensive.

"Stiles, take 10 off the table." he speaks into the device, before putting it down and turning to face me. He looks at my, wide-eyed, as I act relieved at his presence. "S-scott?" I whisper, acting terrified. "A-allison?" he asks, tears forming in his eyes, as I jump into his arms. With ease, the Alpha catches me, as I feel tears on my shoulder, while I let fake ones fall too.

"Y-you're alive?" he asks, muffled by his face buried into my hair. "I-I don't know how, b-but I am." I explain, being naive and fearful like Allison was, as I pull away. He gently cups my face and kisses me, which I didn't expect. Playing the part, I reluctantly kiss him back. This is why I like girls.

We pull away, and I try my best not to act disgusted. "W-we should get out of here." I suggest, making him nod, before we start making our way to find the others, I presume. Entering the main part of the club, a fight has already broken out - Malia and Kira fighting off the guards.

Scott knocks a guard to a metal support beam, making the guard fall to the ground. He tries to get back up, but Scott grabs him by the neck, and throws him against a wall. Another guard sneaks up on Scott, but I grab the gun she's holding and push it out of Scott's way.

Efficiently, I punch her in the face, before side-kicking her in the gut, and roundhouse kicking her in the head, knocking her out. Scott turns to me, and nods in appreciation, making me nod back, trying to hide my wicked smirk.

My eyes land on Kira next, who looks both happy and annoyed to see me. Happy that her friend is back, but annoyed because I have Scott's full attention, just like Allison did. I give her a quick nod, which she reciprocates. Malia looks at us in confusion, wondering who the hell I am. "We'll explain later. Let's go." Scott instructs, before we follow him.

Walking down another familiar corridor, I hang behind Malia just in case we're about to ambush them. Just as expected, a cloud of wolfsbane disguised as fog used at parties starts to leak into the corridor, gradually building up, as I finally release a smirk.

"Wolfsbane! It's wolfsbane! Kira, Allison, get out of here!" Scott instructs, as him and Malia start choking on wolfsbane, as I let out a wicked chuckle. "Hate to tell you, Scott. But Allison's dead, remember?" I tell him, dropping the act. Kira starts to make a run for it, but I punch her in the face and easily knock her out, cold.

Araya and another guard enter the corridor, making me smirk as I stand beside the woman who raised me. "Well done, mija." she tells me, making me smile slightly. A few months ago, I would've beamed at Araya's praise, and I think she's starting to notice.

"Someone who has been an Alpha only a few months should be more careful when facing a hunter of forty years, and an Argent." Araya tells Scott, as she smiles wickedly at them. Seeing the look of betrayal in Scott's eyes, I start to feel bad for the teen who had my sister's heart. Especially when he thought I was her and kissed me.

"All we want is Derek." Scott pants, struggling to stay conscious with the wolfsbane filling the hall. "My lobito, you're a long way from home." I comment teasingly, trying to keep myself together. Don't get soft now, Abby.

A look of realisation appears on Scott's face, as he's figured out our plan. "You don't know where he is either." Scott states, making Araya's wicked smile drop, making me hide a smile. Instead, I grab the taser from my waistband and hit Scott with it, making him fall unconscious, just like Kira and Malia already have.