Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Fifty-three: The Return of the Web Slinger

There was the sound of glass shattering, and Lydia's eyes fell upon the sight of the Web Slinger, her hero in that red jacket being thrown through a window by the monstrous Omega.  His icy blue eyes slowly met hers, and it was like every ounce of warmth in her body drained and she felt frozen in time.

The fangs protruded from his lips in a terrifying smile that made Lydia want to scream.  She watched as he stepped into the street, cracking the broken glass beneath his feet.  Behind him the Web Slinger laid motionless, as if he was dead.  He couldn't be dead, could he?  There was no way.  He was going to get up at any second, and would save her from the Omega.  He had to.

Yet, it never happened and soon enough Lydia watched as the street was suddenly empty, leaving no bodies, no people... no Web Slinger, and especially no Stiles.

The amount of space between them was closing quickly, and Lydia was paralyzed with fear.  Her breath caught, shaking her body as she did so.  Tears began running down her face as she realized if she didn't start moving she was going to die.

Her feet weren't moving, though.  Lydia Martin was truly petrified and watched as the Omega got halfway through and then she heard the sound of the Web Slinger shooting that life saving thread towards her.  She felt it cling onto her shirt like a hand, and as it began pulling Lydia almost took a breath of relief, but before she could do so, she felt the Omega's claws enter her stomach.  It hurt so bad she screamed...

She opened her eyes as she woke up screaming, and protective hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her into safe arms.  She looked to see Stiles was there in bed with her, with those hazel eyes that reminded her of a worried sick puppy.  "Hey, hey... it's alright, it's alright.  Lyd, I'm here." He whispered lovingly, running his hand through her hair, caressing her cheek while she tried to slow her breathing down.  "What happened?  Are you okay?"

"I-I'm f-fine.  It was just a bad dream," she smiled weakly at him, as Stiles gave a soft nod, laying his forehead against her's.  "It's okay, really."

"If you're okay, then that's all that matters." he assured her, but the look on his face gave him away, telling her that he knew she wasn't alright, but he was there for her and that was everything she needed and more than she could ever want.  His arms enveloped her in a comforting hug, sending waves of warmth through her body.  Lydia slowly looked up at him, surprised to see his hazel eyes staring into her green.  How could she have never realized how important he really was to her?  Why did she never realize that being in his arms made her feel like she was home?

"I'm just glad you're home." she whispered, so quietly that Stiles shouldn't have been able to hear her, but he did, smiling back at her with such warmth it made Lydia's heart skip a beat.

"You're my home." He beamed at her, as she brought her lips to his...

Lydia woke up with a cold sweat, and reddened cheeks.  She looked at the other half of her bed, seeing it noticeably empty.  She groaned with disappointment as she flopped back onto her pillow.  This was the third time this week that she had dreamt about Stiles... not even just him in general, but always sharing a bed with him, and it always ended with them kissing.

What the hell had that boy done to her?

She looked over at the alarm clock on her nightstand, which was propped right beside the picture of her and Stiles, to see it was about seven in the morning.