Teen Wolf Oneshots

The sacrifice -Lydia Martin

You were preparing for battle, and you knew it was highly unlikely that you would survive this fight. You are a Nishta, basically a supernatural creature who has a spiritual bond with a banshee, bur you have strengths of a werewolf. You wanted to tell Lydia what she is, but... It would put her at risk. Despite the advantages of being a nishta, you also feel all of the pain of the members of the pack, so if you're not careful, you can easily become distracted.

You and your friends were facing off against the alphas. You wanted Lydia to not be there, but she said she was going no matter what, she frustrated you. Lydia was like the sister that you never had, well had, but she died. When Lydia found this out, she never left your side, declaring that she would be your older, more fashionable sister, who is also a genius.

You pulled on a pair of jeans, and combat boots, along with a thick sweater to attempt to slow down any amiss blades or claws. You knew it wouldn't work, though. This was more for Lydia's benefit. You tied your hair back, and you began to stow your weapons in various locations on your body. You had to be prepared. You grabbed your car keys, and you placed the folded note in your pocket. Just in case. You were about to walk out the door, when your phone rang.

"(Y/N), please don't go and fight. Please, I can sense it." Lydia spoke quickly.

"I have to. Okay? I'll try not to get killed." You said. She was about to protest, but you hung up. No, you weren't going to allow yourself not to go, and allow someone else to get killed. Someone that is more important. You thought you weren't, but all of your friends disagreed. To them you were more important than life itself, but you never believed them. You counted from ten, and when you reached zero, you walked out your door, possibly for the last time.

You walked to your car, and drove to the abandoned building. You were completely serene. You were okay with the possibility of dying, because you knew if you took at least one of them out, many more people would live their lives.

Usually when people are about to die, they stress about the things they didn't get to do. But not you. All your life, you knew that you were supposed to do this. Sacrifice yourself for others. This is what you were meant to do.

You parked your car next to the building, and you sighed. You didn't mind the fact that you were most likely going to die, you minded that Lydia would feel it in her soul, but if her banshee powers accelerate, she could bring you back to life. Like how she unknowingly brought back Peter. You hadn't told Lydia this, because you didn't want her to obsess over it. It would put her at risk.

Someone knocked on your car window, and you jumped slightly. You looked over, and you saw Scott standing there, with Lydia slightly behind him, and he gave you an exasperated look. Obviously he had failed to convince her not to come. You knew he would fail. When she sets her mind to something, she sticks with it. You admired that trait about her.

You opened your car door, and Scott gave you a sad look. He knew that you weren't planning on making it out alive. "Please, (Y/N), don't do this. I know what nishta means in archaic Latin. It means 'whom sacrifices themself' I can't let you do this." Lydia said.

"Lydia, this is what I was born to do. If something happens, there is a note in my pocket. Read it." You informed her, keeping all emotion out of your voice. You badly wanted to comfort your friend who is like your sister, but you couldn't. You would be shamed by your family.

You swiftly turned on your heel, and you marched right into the building, feeling the wolves trail behind you. At least Lydia was staying back. You wouldn't be able to handle it if she died instead. You saw the alphas all in fighting stances. You were in front, flanked by Derek and Scott. Isaac and Boyd were behind you.

In exactly three seconds, fighting broke out. Kali came towards you, and you swiftly pulled your blade out, and you made a series of slashes, and the poison that laced the blade visibly weakened her. It wouldn't kill her yet, but it could if it reached her heart, but Kali wasn't your focus. Deucalion was. The one who killed your sister. That was why this fight was so personal for you.

"Just give up Kali. You're not my target! Be the alpha you are, don't be a damn guard dog!" You ground out, as you felt her claws dig into your side, but not enough to kill you. You were starting to feel the others pain, and it was starting to slow your reflexes.

"Can't do that. Nothing personal." She sneered, and raised a clawed hand, and you ducked quickly, and Scott came and took your place. You scanned the area, and you saw Derek and Ennis engaged in a serious fight. Boyd and Isaac were going against the twins, and Deucalion was in the corner. All you had to do was go after him. You made your move, but you noticed that Derek was getting too close to the edge. No. Derek couldn't die. You ran to the pair, and tossed him out of the way, and pulled out your highly poisonous and lethal blade that was meant for Deucalion. The pack comes first. His clawed hand rose, and right as it plunged into the stomach, you slammed the knife into him. Both of you froze, and almost simultaneously you fell to the ground. You felt no pain. You heard. You heard Lydia's shrill voice yell out your name, and you noticed the fighting had stopped.

Lydia brought your head into her lap, and you noticed your pack had gathered around. Why had the alphas stopped fighting? Probably because all wolves must recognize a nishta's bravery and sacrifice. It must be commemorated no matter who's side they're on.

"Please (Y/N), please don't die." She pleaded.

"Sh, it's alright. Everything will be okay." You weakly said.

"Stop being so noble for once! You're dying!" She said crying.

"Remember the note." You said as you felt your soul leave your body. Lydia let out a shriek, and she cried over your body, and if you hadn't killed Ennis, she would have killed him herself. She decided to take the note out of your pocket, and as she read it, she felt herself freeze. Her crying stopped, and she felt courage and determination swell up inside her.

She lifted your head out of her lap, and gently placed it back on the ground. She placed a kiss on your forehead, and walked away, dropping the note. The pack gathered around the note, and Derek picked it up, and they all read it.

If you are reading this, then I'm dead. I did what I'm supposed to do, but don't worry Lydia. All is well. My soul is tethered to yours, because of what you are. Meaning you are able to bring me back to life. Like you did work Peter. If you bring me back... I'll tell you everything. If you choose not to, I don't blame you, but if you do... All of the instructions are in my room. Including what to do with my body. -(Y/N)
P.s. Guys, don't let Lydia become detailed by this. It doesn't have to be done right away. My body doesn't decompose.
P.p.s. I love all of you.