Old Habits Die Hard
Lydia
Perfectly manicured fingernails tapped impatiently on the steering wheel of a blue streak Toyota Prius C as it moved unbearably slow in this Friday night's traffic jam. When Lydia realized her bladder wouldn't be able to hold the large black coffee she had earlier, she groaned in frustration, and decided to take the next exit in need for a bathroom break. A huge accident two miles ahead had delayed her return home by at least another two hours, and instead of getting even more annoyed by the black jeep that apparently didn't know the function of their blinkers, she might as well just take a break and grab another coffee. It was truly needed since the hangover from last nights's party was still very much prominent, and the painkillers seemingly refused to kick in. Next to that, her nap during the flight from Boston to her aunt, hadn't had the desired effect either.
Once she'd parked her car and gotten out, she quickly called her mom, letting her know that she wouldn't be in time for dinner. She said goodbyes and hung up whilst entering the gas station. It was nearly vacant apart from the server standing behind the till, and an old man scouring an aisle for his preferred pack of cigarettes. A quick visit to the bathroom later, she stood before the coffee machine, rubbing her temples and enjoying the smell as the machine buzzed and dispersed the hot beverage. She took her drink to a table next to the window, sipped it, slightly burning her tongue in the process. As the burning sensation crept in, a strange feeling dawned upon her. Something she hadn't experienced this vibrantly in the last few years. Trying her best to ignore it, she pulled out a small book in which she had started reading earlier this week. Just concentrate on something else, Lydia, you anticipated this, she told herself. However, instead of distracting her, a strange smell reached her nostrils. She frowned and carefully held the book closer to her nose, which was now starting to fume. It smelled like it was actually on fire, which caused her to promptly drop it on the table. Lydia's heartbeat quickened. Hoping to calm herself and concentrate, she clenched her teeth, and shut her eyes tightly. Finally, the ominous feeling seemed to ebb away. A sigh of relief made it's way out and her eyes opened.
Cautiously, she picked up the book once more, only to be completely startled by what she saw. The usual intricate sentences were still there, but the pages began to smoulder, as if someone was holding a lighted match underneath them. The letters were slowly consumed by bright but tiny orange rings of flames, leaving the paper blacked and fragile. Panic-stricken, she quickly closed the book, and screwed her eyes shut again. She took a few deep breaths, only to then open it once more, and realize the pages were back to their original immaculate state. Shocked by the intensity of the situation, she quickly closed the book, and shoved it back into her Prada handbag.
Self-conscious, her eyes shot through the room, wondering if anyone had been paying attention to her weird behavior. It was then that she noticed someone else had entered the store. A small figure, dressed in a worn-down black hoodie, a backpack and a pair of blue jeans with a suspicious stain on the left leg, stood somewhat crouched behind a rack of cheap knock-off sunglasses . Lydia frowned, noticing the nervous behavior of the hooded person.
Suddenly, the curious figure sprinted outside. The employe instantly caught on with the situation and frantically shouted at the thief. Unable to leave his register, he looked around for help. With the old man gone, his eyes immediately landed on the stressed out strawberry blonde banshee. "Alright, what did they take?", Lydia huffed, after taking a moment to calm down. "Not much. Some sandwiches and a few water bottles, I think. But still, my boss is going to be pissed when he finds out. I better call the cops." Lydia sighed and pulled out her wallet. "Here, this should cover it", she said before handing him a twenty dollar-bill.
However, even hours later, the situation still occupied her thoughts, as she pulled up in front of her old home house. With the sound of her heels echoing through the street, she took in the familiar environment. Her senses were heightened. The leaves of the trees gently rustled, creating an alluring sound together with an owl which was hooting away in the distance. It was only then that she truly realized how much she had actually missed this place. In deep thought, she pulled out her keys and started fumbling with them in order to find the one she hadn't used in so long. Just as she was about to slide the key into the hole, the door enthusiastically flew open and her mom quickly engulfed her in a well needed embrace.
"Oh Lydia, honey, I'm so glad to see you! Please don't ever wait this long to come home again!", her mom huffed against Lydia's shoulder. "Hi mom! I'm happy to see you too!"
Hours later, after a much needed talk and lots of tea, Natalie kissed her daughter goodnight and left her curled up on the couch. Lydia was zapping away, searching in vain for a good show or movie to watch, before going to bed herself, when she heard a faint knock on the door. Curious, but apprehensive she slowly made her way to the door. From her experience, a knock on the door this late was never good. A slightly more loud and frantic knock diminished her hopes of having simply imagined it. She sighed, pulled herself together, and carefully opened the door. A frown immediately crept on her face as Sheriff Stilinski appeared in the doorway wearing his usual uniform and serious expression.
"Hello Lydia, sorry for disturbing your peaceful visit so soon but.. we need to talk." Part 2: https://teenwolfseason7.tumblr.com/post/613061389444071424/deja-vu
