The Darkness: 4

Part 2

Italics- nogitsune's voices/ visions

Month Two

Lydia

Lydia had woken up knowing that Thea and Kate had created one out of five Berserkers. She flipped over to see that Oliver wasn't there and she assumed he went to the gym or out for a run.

She pulled herself up and decided to fix the sheets that were tangled around. When she was done, she went to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror before putting on light makeup. Her eyes were a different shade of green, tainted with yellow embers and she knew it was a result of being Void.

The way she was feeling wasn't evil as Stiles but she felt the darkness hovering over her as she place contacts on her eyes. Her phone buzzed and she walked out of the bathroom to pick it up. 'Kate knows I'm partially possessed, another Berserker coming up," Thea texted.

Lydia sighed from the secret being released but it was Kate, she'd understand and she shook it off. 'Okay' she texted back and went to the kitchen.

Like the day of the last full moon, Lydia had the energy to make breakfast. Repetitive, but she needed something to do. The eggs sizzled on the pan and she shuffled it around until it became scrambled. She cut the fruits slowly and drew into a daze as the knife sliced up and down. She didn't know when Oliver came in, kissed her on the cheek, and started making toast.

The toast popped up and Oliver began to spread butter on it. Lydia glared at him, twirling the knife in her hand. The moment he bit into it and began to crunch the bread, she drove the knife into his chest.

He dropped the toast and had wide eyes at her as he stumbled back. He pulled the small knife out his chest and tried to use as a weapon, but the blood spewed out of him.

Lydia had time to lean over and grab the butcher's knife and she chucked it in his direction and it got stuck in his head. All she could see were his blues eyes close and she watched evilly as he collapsed.

"You okay?" Oliver asked, taking another bite of his toast. She snapped out of her short daze and looked up at him, "Yeah." To assure him that she was fine, she broke a smile and she lifted herself onto the counter.

"Look what I got," he said, leaning closer and reaching into his pocket. Oliver pulled out a red apple and handed it to her. "It was fresh on a tree," he said. She took it and rinsed it in the sink before taking a bite out of it. "Thank you."

"Let me tell you a story," she began and he nodded. "When I was younger, there was this foreign exchange student who I used to hang out with during lunch." Lydia's eyes wandered around the room, remembering Noshiko's face. The story she was telling was a different version of the real one, but it was accurate.

"I always had a lunch pail. But when I would open it, I didn't find the apple my mom would put in there," she said, biting the red apple again. "Let me guess, she stole them," Oliver figured out and she nodded. "What did you do about it?" "I ended up giving them to her," she smiled, "And then I found out she loved chocolate so I got some for her."

"Lydia... the charity giver," he smiled. "No. I was being nice until she backstabbed me and when we see each other, it's hatred," she told him.

Lydia jumped off the counter and ate some eggs. "Guess what I found in the closet," she said. "What?" he asked. "Chess." She went down the hallway and opened the door to the closet and pulled out the chess box and set them on the table. "Wanna play?" she asked and he sat across from her.

"The moment we start this game," she began as they set the pieces on the board, "we are not together, friends, or acquaintances." "Okay," he exhaled, "I go first." Oliver moved his pawn three steps forward and Lydia exhaled, moving her pawn. The row of pawns were Thea, Kate, and the Berserkers.

Oliver moved a piece again and Lydia did one in return. She looked at the back row and knew she was the Queen. The King was there and she needed the rooks, bishops, and knights. They all needed to be part of her game.

He had moved his rook forward, taking a pawn and she exhaled, taking it with another pawn. He moved his pawn just for a simple move and she did the same. His bishop took her rook and she sighed in annoyance. Lydia knew that wasn't going to happen in her major plans but in the game, it wasn't a big deal.

The Queen was open and she took the bishop and smiled to herself. He made a move and Lydia was left in shock, "What a divine move," she chuckled, glaring at him. She made a quick move and threw her hands up, "Checkmate."

He leaned into the couch and started to laugh. "You're really good," he said. "I'm just smart," she winked. "No, you're a genius." Oliver got up and picked her up and rest her on his shoulder. Blood rushed to her head as she could only see his back as he walked. "Where are you taking me?" she asked but he didn't answer.

Lydia was set down and her feet touched the cold floor of the bathroom. She smiled at Oliver who began kissing her and he started to take off his clothes. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he took off her clothes.

He lifted her up and they stumbled around the bathroom. Lydia glanced at the mirror to see she had an evil smirk as he carried her into the shower. The hot water turned on and Lydia stepped in it. Oliver's body pressed against hers and she rested her head on his shoulder.

The water fell from above them and Lydia felt Oliver's soft kisses across her neck. She stared at the gray marble that decorated the shower and the water ran down her cheek.

She turned around and began to scrub his scarred chest and moved onto his back as he pressed her against the wall. Her wet hair stuck against the wall and she felt the strife Thea was causing and she closed her eyes.

Lydia reopened them, still in the shower and Oliver continued kissing her neck. The bathroom had been tinted a gloomy gray and blue and she knew it wasn't real.

He pulled back and began to wash her back as she faced the wall. Lydia looked up at the shower and the water splashed on her face.

She used her elbow and punched it in Oliver's chest. He stumbled back in confusion as she struck him in the throat. He fell on his knees and she laid him the floor, pressing a knee on his chest.

She changed the water pressure to a waterfall and leaned over to grab a towel. She placed the thick cloth on his face as the hot water splashed on it. Lydia put all of her body weight on him as she waterboarded his face.

Oliver began to slap his hands on the floor and kick his legs as he struggled for air. His hands found their way up to her neck and he began strangling her. Her chin rose up as his massive hands stopped the air from circulating.

Lydia held the towel tighter around his face and grunted, trying to breathe. She grabbed the side of his face firmly and lifted up, hitting it down the floor. Oliver stopped struggling as blood washed down the drain and she knew he was dead.

"You okay," Oliver asked, running his fingers through her hair. "Yeah," she whispered. Lydia kissed him softly before grabbing a towel and stepping out of the shower.

She wiped the foggy mirror and the dark circles around her eyes appeared. This urge to kill him kept creeping over her shoulder and she knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if it actually happened. She needed to weaken the nogitsune for some time.

In the reflection of the mirror, she saw Oliver step out, with a towel on his waist. "Remember the last time you were in a towel?" He asked. "Yeah," she nodded, "I was completely nervous, a new emotion." He let out a yawn, stretching his arms and she chuckled. "I'm gonna take a nap," he hummed, going into the room.

Lydia stayed in the warm bathroom and moved to a corner of the mirror that was still foggy. She used her index finger and wrote 'Void' on it before wiping it away. She went into the room and saw that Oliver was already asleep, slipping into fresh clothes and went to the kitchen.

She opened the cabinet and pulled out the first aid kit. She also reached over and grabbed a knife, heading out to the backyard. Past the concrete and overhead shade, she reached the garden with a tree in the center.

Holding the knife, she slit her palm with a small wince. Blood formed in her hand and she clenched her fist, dripping down her hand and onto the roots of the trees. She opened the kit and cleaned the knife and placed a bandage on her hand.

"Latharia Vulpina."