Smile. Dance. Laugh. Repeat.

Lydia Martin | 17 | High Schooler (& Banshee)  “Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.” 

[alphachimera]

Theo walked into the room and looked down at Lydia, he obviously felt responsible but part of him figured this was for the better.  Lydia was a banshee and too smart for her own good; at least locked up in here she couldn’t cause much of a problem for him. He flashed a smirk and tiled his head before sitting across from her. 

“I’m fairly sure you’ll take that sentence back.” he said looking at her.  “How are you holding up?  I am, sorry about this by the way.  I didn’t have too much of a choice after Plan A failed.” 

[beaconsbanshee-blog]

Her hands grabbed the edge of the bed, pressing hard until her knuckles turned white. He was right, and Lydia hated it. She wanted nothing more than for him to leave. “Go. Now.” Her voice a low, rough growl as she glared up at him. “You had all the choices. Thanks for including me but I’m nobody’s Plan B. Did you hear what you wanted or do you need me to bring you somewhere again? Get a damn GPS.”

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     “If you could not look at me like I have four heads, that       would be GREAT,”   Hayden spoke coldly,   narrowing        her eyes at the person next to her.     “I’ve had enough       over the past 48 hours already,”   she added under her       breath, figuring that part wasn’t as important.

[beaconsbanshee-blog]

Though requested to do otherwise, Lydia couldn’t take her hollow, green eyes off of Hayden. The last time she had seen her, the brunette was coming back from the dead at the hand of a psycho. Or at least that is what Lydia imagined. Though she’d been motionless for the past five minutes, she now tilted her head slightly. “Are you dead?”

[stilesthebadass]

Stiles cussed under his breath, arms wrapping uselessly around his body to retain what body heat he had left. It was all supposed to be perfect, the whole pack sticking together, united against the enemies in Beacon Hills. Instead, Scott was pissed at him, half the pack was god knows where having heaven knows what done to them, and he was traipsing through the preserve half-cold and with a dying phone battery to see if he could salvage the situation by getting close enough for any of them to talk to him, he had a plan, he didn’t mean to -

He paused to kick a tree savagely, too frustrated for words, but paused when he heard footsteps around him. Oh hell no. He wasn’t getting ganked by some hyped up kelpie, or whatever else was in these stupid woods. He backed against the tree, calling out “Who’s there?” in a tone that would have been more impressive if his voice hadn’t cracked in the middle.

[beaconsbanshee-blog]

The last thing Lydia could clearly remember was her leaving the Sheriff’s station to find what she had read about hellhounds in the library once. But once Theo showed up, everything turned into a blur of memories and imagination, Lydia couldn’t tell the both apart. Did he really steal her memories? Was it just her mind playing her a trick when she saw the teenager bringing back the dead to build his own army?

After lying on the forest floor, staring at the Nemeton long after Theo and the others had left, Lydia could find some strength, some control over her muscles to make her move. It took her forever to head from one tree to the next, willing every single muscle to stop shaking from the cold but instead to move forward. All the voices that usually filled Lydia’s head had dissapeared, so when someone called out, it was catching her attention immedietly. She tried to call back, but her voice was only a whisper. Her hands covered with her own blood, legs and arms scratched from the constant scratching against woods or falling down, she willed herself to move until she was in sight of the dark haired boy.

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Chris stared at his papers, trying to decide how to sift through all the information he was staring at. The Dread Doctors, they were a real problem, as was the chimeras he had heard were now running around town. It was all getting to be a lot and here he was, trying to hold this town together for the sake of the innocents. He knew that he had a big task and that there was a support system in the form of some of the wolves in this town, but Chris couldn’t bring himself to rely on the help of a bunch of teenagers. It wasn’t okay. He had to be stronger. There was a few wolves in particular that he could ask for help from, but he doubted either wanted to talk to him, wanted to hear shit from an Argent, even one as disillusioned with the whole of the Argent family as he was. He collected the most of it, leaning to grab a book before looking up and noticing his company. Keeping his always stoic look he stared up at his new companion, wondering what was going on. “Can I help you?” He questioned, waiting to hear what was going on. 

[beaconsbanshee-blog]

Lydia had no idea how she had gotten here, if someone had helped her to get out or if she had just walked out the front door at some point. All she knew was that she suddenly ended up at the library, having lost her robe at some point, now only dressed in the plain clothes everyone in Eichen recieved. Her hollow eyes fixed on the older male, not answering his question or greeting him. Instead, she just turned around and walked down one of the isles filled with books, her naked feet filling the air with even noises.

[kaminarinokitsune-blog]

Kira wasn’t sure what to expect in this little trip. But Lydia was her friend, and she couldn’t just sit by and let Lydia sit in a place where some serious horrors had already occurred. So when she walked in and was met with some strange doctors who took her down a strange hall, the kitsune could almost feel the walls moving in on her and she had to focus hard to keep the sudden static charge around her from getting out of control. When at last she was led to the room, she looked behind her as the staff walked away before looking over at the bed. “Lydia.” she said softly, her hands clenching as she fought the surge of elecricity she could feel. She may have less time than anticipated. “I came to let you know we’re gonna get you out.”

[beaconsbanshee-blog]

When Lydia heard Kira’s voice, a slight smile appeard on her face. It was faint and hidden behind the veil that her hair had formed in front of her face, but it was there in her heart. She willed her muscles to move, to get up and hug her friend, telling her that things were alright, they should take their time and make sure that they were all safe. She didn’t want any of them to worry or to risk themselves for her. But she couldn’t. Her mind screamed, but her muscles didn’t react. “Ha. Ha. How? Have you seen this place? Have you felt it? Stars, it’s like a security prison for supernatural.”

[beaconsbanshee-blog]

Lydia was sitting on the hard bed which was pushed against one side of her tiny room. Her naked feet hanging in the air, slowly dangeling as she stared moptionless at them. The strawberry blonde hair, still wet from the shower she just had, clung to her face, the water dropping out of it forming small puddles on the floor. Lydia didn’t need to look up to hear someone entering her - not that she could really move much in her catatonic state. “A visitor. How nice.” Her voice was hollow and raspy, as if she wasn’t used to using it anymore.