Nogitsune

CHAPTER SEVEN: ANOTHER BANSHEE

San Francisco,

Lydia was having second thoughts on meeting Ellen. She had not mentioned Ellen to anyone yet, and she reviewed that decision in case the girl turned out to be a walking nut job. At some point, Banshees lose their minds if things get out of hand.

She gave her word she would be here yet even now as she walks into the coffee shop they had met, she couldn't shake away the thought that something would happen. She met Merideth when she needed help. Merideth trained her to use her voice as a weapon. They had learned from each other. Lydia wondered what she would learn from young Ellen.

Ellen waved from where she sat when she noticed Lydia searching for her. She got up and gave Lydia a slightly awkward hug. Lydia smiled at her afterwards, so she would feel less embarrassed about the whole thing.

"I really thought you wouldn't show up." Ellen admitted as they took a walk outside the shop.

The shop did not feel like an Ideal place to spend the day or talk about any Banshee related stuff.

"Why did you think that?" Lydia asked her.

"People usually avoid Banshees."

"No surprise why, we're surrounded by death."

They walked for minutes talking about Ellen's highschool experience and how happy she was that she was going to the college of her dreams but she had to work for a year to save extra money.

Lydia couldn't share hers, not because she was afraid of it but because if she really analysed it, her highschool life was boring until the day Scott became a werewolf. All her wonderful memories or the bad one had them in it. She ignored them for so long, staying pretty, pretending to be dumb even when she was the smartest girl in school, and yet they still found their way together.

She smiled at the memories and tried to stop her eyes from tearing up. Lydia didn't notice she zoned out on Ellen.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked.

"Oh, just remembering my highschool experience."

"Really? Was it fun?"

"It wasn't uneventful, people were dying I was evolving and my friends," she paused. "My friends were the best people to have in your life."

"I don't have any friends." Ellen announced still cherry. Lydia stopped walking to access the situation. Ellen wasn't joking. She really had no friends.

"Why? Doesn't it bother you? I mean, it bothered me when I thought i was going to lose my friends, but Stiles made sure we stayed in touch like we never left highschool."

"Nobody wants be around the girl who walks into scenes of violent crimes. Some of them think I'm a killer." Ellen says. There was a chair at the sidewalk and few persons walked by. Lydia made them rest there. Her shoes were not meant for trekking.

"They're not wrong, you know. I have killed no one yet, but I almost did." Ellen says as she sits. Her mood dwindles down as she goes on.

"I have." Lydia told her.

"At first I was really mad they wouldn't talk to me, then I realized if I wanted to go to college I had to live a normal life."

Listening to Ellen talk about her life was different for Lydia. She didn't know if it was the change it times, but she must have had a really hard time.

"How long have you been a Banshee?" Lydia suddenly felt the urge to ask.

"Since I was ten." Ellen say shocking her. That young? It took Peter's bite for hers to come to light.