The Darkness: 4

Part 18

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Lydia

Lydia was relaxed in the front seat, counting every bush weeds in the sand at night in the middle of nowhere. She slowly twirled the curly strand in her finger, trying to stay busy. She ended up losing count and her eyes trailed to the rearview mirror. In the back, she could see Allison and Laurel's yellow embered eyes, glowing in the dark.

"Jordan, are we there yet?" She asked, looking at him. "Almost," he said in his normal voice. Allison pulled herself forward and rested her arms on the back of his seat, studying him.

"So you're a Hellhound?" She asked. "I've only met one of my kind," he said. "Very rare," she stretched the words, "it's not in the bestiary." "Argent added me to the list," he said.

"Why don't you have to possess him?" Laurel asked, leaning against Lydia's seat. "He's already loyal," she said. "What does a Hellhound do?" Laurel asked. "Harbinger of Death, worth five million as a protector of the supernatural, killer of The Beast," he listed, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Le Bete de Gevaudan," Allison slurred with a French accent. "They say Allison looks like the Mane of Gevaudan, Marie Jeanne Valet," Lydia said. "Then she became an Argent and that's what started the hunting." "Great you know my history," she spread her lips. "I had to," she told her.

The car dipped into a dune of the destroyed city and then onto flat land. "La Iglesia," Parrish said. "Allison, ready to meet your werejaguar aunt?" Lydia asked. "She should be terrified," she replied. Lydia turned and faced the two, "Wait in the car."

She stepped out, closing the door behind her and Parrish turned off the lights so they couldn't be seen. Lydia stood straight, with her chin high, and her arms behind her jacket. Her mouth opened and she let out a scream that rumbled the church.

After a moment, Lydia could hear heavy footsteps, like running. Hundreds of bones clacking together and heavy grunts. A whoosh sounded and Lydia watched as a boned dagger was thrown and punctured her shoulder. She let out a wince and she bent down, pulling it out. Blood covered it, dripping on the ground as she healed and she tossed it the bone.

"Lydia Martin is the nogitsune," a voice echoed from inside the church. "No wonder they didn't tell me. A nogitsune that possessed crazy and became a banshee; a Void Banshee." Lydia stared at the shadows of the entrance to the church and her head tilted.

"Come out," she called. "I don't want to pick a fight with a nogitsune," Kate said, still inside. "You already have," Lydia told her. "You're La Loba... be her."

From the entrance, a Berserker stepped out, followed by the next three. They stood shoulder to shoulder, huffing with their weapons in hand, ready for the command. "You're an idiot for a nogitsune," Kate's voice for clear as she came out, standing behind them. "Am I?"

Lydia's head turned to the side she broke a smile. The car doors opened and Parrish began to burn. His eyes glowed its fiery orange and he roared, baring his teeth. He took a few steps and stood next to her and she looked back at Kate.

"A Hellhound," she rolled her eyes, "great." Her smile grew into a grin and Allison and Laurel appeared beside the two. Lydia copied the surprised look on Kate's face and laughed.

"Allison?" Her voice cracked and she waved. "I thought you died?!" "I'm here," Allison told her. "You too," Kate said, looking at Laurel and she smiled. Lydia waved her hand for the three to attack and they started running.