The Darkness: 4

Part 16

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Oliver

The lights in the lair flickered again before shutting off and they waited for Kira to say something. Only one Oni appeared out of the three powerful ones she sent. It stood stiffly in front of her before disappearing, leaving a black shadow behind and the lights turned back on.

"She killed two of them," she said, fidgeting with the ninja star in her hand. "And the other disappeared cowardly," Peter said menacingly. "Out of fear," she told them, "Terrified of her." "I thought nothing fears the Oni. We fear it," Stiles said. "Maybe she's unstoppable," Malia figured. "All we have to do is try. Lydia is our friend who needs help," Scott said, "We have to try."

Lydia

Lydia ran her fingers on the armrest of her chair in the number 5. She finally looked up when footsteps were coming down the stairs and her held tilted in amusement.

"Happy you two are back," she said with a faint smile. "Glad to be what killed me," the one on the right said. She was wearing black jeans and a top that was covered by a long coat that reached her thighs, with ankle boots. Her dark brown, wavy short hair sat on her shoulders but still moved with slight gesture.

The other was wearing the same black insides but with an almost oversized leather jacket. Her short heeled boots were overlapping her jeans but complimented her stance. Her hair were in heavy curls that shaped her face.

Both of their faces looked like they were dying. Pale and sunken in eyes filled with yellow embers to remind them they were part Oni. Lydia took a step forward, examining them carefully. The stench of death wrapped around the three and she smiled.

"Allison," she whispered, holding her hand, "Laurel, it's great to have you two back." The three hugged before pulling away. "So..." Allison trailed off, "Who killed you?" Laurel broke a smile, "A Berserker."

"I need to tell you," Lydia began, "Kate's alive and she's a werejaguar, controlling Berserkers." "She was clawed by Peter who was an alpha so, makes sense," her head tilted. Lydia stepped back and grabbed a black chests and handed it to Allison and Laurel. "Welcome Back from the dead gift," she said.

Allison opened the larger box and pulled out her signature dagger with the ring on top and then hung the necklace with the wolf on it on her fingers. "Thank you," she nodded. Laurel opened her smaller box, holding the a black bird on it. "A canary," she broke a smile. Lydia touched the necklace that spelt her name on it and nodded at them.

"So we're Oni," Laurel said, "Unkillable, but touchable, ghosts." "Actually we can be killed," Allison told her. "Silver," Lydia said, nodding that they made it through the first time. "You guys can also pull weapons out your chest and disappear," Lydia added.

Allison had surprised look on her face, reaching into her chest and pulled out a bow, shooting an arrow. Laurel closed her eyes and she turned into the fade of black, reappearing in the corner. "Do I still have my Cry?" She asked. "You can sing as loud as you want," Lydia told her.

"How'd you do it?" Allison asked, "How'd you bring us back." "Oni was already a conjuring ghost so I used the hallucinations of a banshee and put you into them, making it real," she explained and she nodded. "But you're just evil," she added. "Even better," Laurel said.

"If we're going to be bad," Allison began, "you can't wear a floral dress." "I know, let's go," she said, leading them upstairs. Lydia entered her room and into the bathroom and they already knew what to grab.

Allison and Laurel wrapped bandages from Lydia's neck down to her underwear and entwined them between her legs. The bandages reached down to the tips of her fingers. Lydia removed the makeup that was hiding her true self, revealing the dying face and yellow-green embers that tinted her eyes.