The Darkness: 4

Part 14

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Malia

Malia's alarm rung loudly and she leaned over to turn it off when she read the notification that was set. 'Funeral.'

She pulled herself up and stumbled in the bathroom, taking a quick shower. When she stepped out, she put on underwear and a bra before opening her suitcase. There was black, just not funeral clothes. She sighed and put on the ones she had.

The divider in the middle of the room opened and Kira stepped out, nearly slapping her forehead. "You're not wearing shorts to a funeral," she whisper shouted. "But that's all I have," she told her. Kira stepped into her side of the room and Malia could her zippers opening.

"Where this," she said. Kira laid out a black jumpsuit on the bed and Malia stared at it. "At least it's not a dress," she muttered, taking off her clothes and putting it on. She decided not to wear a jacket and her skin showed from the short sleeves but she'd stay warm.

"Is Felicity ready?" Malia asked curiously. "Yeah, she's waiting for us," Kira said. Malia nodded and left the room, walking down the hallway into Lydia's room.

She nearly gagged at the scent of death that emitted in the room and she figured she was thinking about it. "Good morning," she greeted with a soft voice in case Lydia was listening. Malia went into the closet and pulled out a black dress and a coat matching it. The black shiny heels were sitting on the floor with the rest of her shoes and she grabbed them.

Malia lifted her light body and changed her into the clothes. She went into the bathroom, grabbing the makeup. As she did it, she saw that her eyes were sunken in and figured she didn't get enough sleep. A banshee's mind was always filled.

She carried her out of the room and carefully down the steps as Felicity pushed the wheelchair for her to set her in. "Is that it?" Kira asked, faintly clapping her hands and they nodded, going out the door.

Once they reached the car, Malia set Lydia in the back seat and Felicity folded the chair, placing it in the trunk. Felicity got in back with Lydia as Kira got in the passenger's seat and Malia drove.

She pulled into the side of the street next to the cemetery and did the same procedure before pushing her onto the grass. The four closed in on the pack, team, and Laurel's parents at the private location.

"Is Lydia okay?" Scott whispered and she slightly shook her head. Lance said a few words followed by her mother, Dinah, and Oliver. It was quite sad that her sister couldn't be there even if she was possessed.

The pack didn't say anything just watched. Derek and Peter carried the casket and set it into the six-foot grave, going back to their spots. "Uhm," Stiles cleared his throat, "This is a tradition we do." He pulled out the jar of Mountain Ash and stepped forward, opening it.

"I knew her more than the rest of you," he said, making a gesture to pack, "I knew she was ready to protect those she loved, knowing the consequences. But she tried and tried, and she made it." He went to the side and tossed the ash. Using his imagination, the dust formed and created the Black Canary sign. "It's what we do," Argent said. "It's what we do," they all repeated.

Oliver

"It's what we do," Oliver mumbled. He watched as Stiles walked back, standing next to Theo and Felicity stepped forward. She leaned over and took a handful of dirt and tossed it onto the casket, muttering the same motto. The pack went one by one, doing the same thing, even Nyssa and Malcolm, followed by Lance and Dinah before they left. Derek and Peter started filling up the pit then left too.