The bell rang and Stiles was relieved that the torture of being in gym class with Coach had ended. For once he hadn't been given a ridiculous punishment that left his body aching. He left the class and waited for Scott but he was talking to Allison. Stiles shrugged and looked for his only other friend who was walking towards him at the moment. Stiles smiled and met him halfway.
"Hey man, where were you last period?" Stiles asked. Damian told him that he had been talking to the Sheriff. Stiles looked at Damian and gestured for him to continue.
"It was just some questions. I was someone's alibi," he said. Stiles' jaw dropped.
"An alibi for what. What did you tell my dad? Who was it? What was the crime?" he fired one after the other. Damian laughed and said,
"You're curious. I can't tell you Stiles. It's up to them and I think they want to keep it private." Stiles turned his head to him with a deadpan expression.
"My father is the Sheriff, nothing is private when it comes to me," he replied. Damian rolled his eyes and told him to hurry to the cafeteria. They grabbed their lunch and sat on an empty table. They ate and spoke but were interrupted by Lydia walking down and sitting with them. Stiles quieted down and looked at Lydia for a while. She stopped eating her lunch to meet Stiles' eyes but he just kept staring at her.
"What?" she said sharply. Stiles finally came to his sense and said,
"Nothing just don't know why you're sitting here with us." Lydia rolled her eyes.
"If you didn't realise, Allison is off with Scott and I don't really like sitting next to my ex so here I am," she snapped with a smile that didn't really reach her eyes. Stiles looked back to his food and muttered
"Just asking a question?" Damian looked at the two bickering and smiled. His eyes wandered around until he saw blonde hair but it wasn't the blonde he was looking for. He kept looking before he was interrupted by Lydia.
"What or who are you looking for?" she wondered. Damian kept looking for a second before moving his eyes toward the strawberry blonde.
"Wouldn't you like to know? It doesn't matter. I don't think they're here." he answered. Stiles glanced at Damian while a crease formed between his brow. He thought Damian was new. How did he know anyone in the school. He had been with him most of time at school. Damian feeling Stiles' gaze looked back at him.
"I met him outside of school. Isaac Lahey. He's on the lacrosse team, you should know him," he answered the unasked question. Lydia looked unperturbed but Stiles froze with a fry in his mouth that dropped out.
"Hold on, are you serious. Lahey, blonde, 6'2 and his dad was once the coach of the swimming team," he ranted. Damian nodded. Stiles took a deep breath but just looked at Damian with understanding. He moved closer to Damian and lowered his voice before asking,
"Was he the guy who had my dad was asking for?" Stiles kept looking back to Lydia as if she could know what the hell he was talking about. Lydia met his eyes and scoffed. Damian just nodded. Stiles moved back to where his food is and seemingly gulped. He looked up at Lydia and then looked down at his food again.
"So where did you go to school before this," Lydia asked out of the blue. Damian blinked a couple times before turning to her. He pointed to himself quizzically and Lydia nodded yes.
"Britain, in London to be exact. I don't think you would know the actual school," he replied. She shrugged and kept eating. Stiles looked at Lydia with his head inclined. He squinted his eyes at her but left it alone. He felt a vibration in his left pocket and grabbed his phone from out of it.
"Hey guys, Boyd just shot me a text to meet him. Is it okay to leave you peeps alone?" he ventured. They both bobbed their head yes. He then grabbed his backpack and the rest of his food and rushed out but before he could, he froze. A blonde bombshell strutted into the cafeteria in a leather jacket and a short skirt with high heel boots. She moved around as if she owned the place. She grabbed a boy's apple and stopped. She bit into it seductively and laughed. She walked with her hips swaying and went right past Stiles and he cracked his neck back to look at her. She left the cafeteria out of the opposite doors. Stiles returned back to the table. He opened his mouth and blurted "What the hell happened to Erica and why is she five times as hot?" Lydia rolled her eyes again. Damian smirked.
"Why indeed?" he noted.
Jackson hated werewolves with a passion. All their abilities put to waste by idiots. All they knew was fear and cowardice and now they couldn't even share their gifts with him. 12 hours of recording and nothing. Not a hair out of place or an ingrown nail. He hated it and he hated Lydia. He walked faster than usual to get to her. Immunity was always a good thing for most people but not for him. He needed this power and it was stolen from him. He burst through people like a tractor and his breathing became more uneven while his face got redder and redder. He finally reached her and grabbed her and shouted,
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Lydia looked at him like a crazy man.
"What?" she replied. He started reaching towards her wound but she slaps his hand away.
"Show it to me?" he breathed.
"Are you out of your mind!" she exclaimed. He glares into her eyes with a fire before saying,
"It's like nothing happened to you, like you're immune." She moves her head back and then steps back from him before bumping into someone. Damian was stood there looking at Jackson with a calm that was frightening.
"I am going to have to ask you to leave," he almost whispered. A chill ran down both Lydia and Jackson's backs. There was a hidden threat that was felt by everyone who heard the sentence. Jackson gulped before staring at Lydia.
"You ruin everything!" he snapped.
"Leave. Now," he repeated. Jackson grumbled at the tall, pale student and walked off. Lydia's eyes began to fill up with tears and she sped away. "Wait Lydia. Wait!" he stammered before chasing after her. He ran after her until she went into the women's bathroom. He paced back and forth outside the bathroom. He heard Lydia talk to someone inside. He heard her open the stall door and then silence. He was on the verge of walking in.
"Hey you okay?" he heard a voice say. Scott was stood outside. "Class is starting soon, last period," he said. Damian nodded and walked off. He turned back to look at the door but shook his head and went into Chemistry. He thought he had heard the pitter patter of bare feet.
School was a bore for Stiles. His mind always drifted away from class and went towards the more intriguing parts of life like how werewolves work or whether other supernatural creatures exist or Lydia. At that thought he was reminded of the almost perfect night at the ice rink with her until the scream. She screamed in a way he had never heard before. It hurt his ears even thinking about it. His eyes went towards the table where they had began sitting together but she wasn't there. Probably resting at home with everything that happened at the ice rink. He waved Scott to hurry up with Allison so they could actually talk for the first time in a while. They both moved closer to where Stiles was sitting and Stiles held in a groan. He wanted to have five minutes of alone time with his best friend but even that seemed impossible nowadays. He knew Scott was avoiding him but he didn't know the reason. He waited for them to approach but he felt a tap on the shoulder. He saw Damian waving at him and looking into the distance with a puzzled expression.
"Doesn't the loner kid sit over there?" he asked. Stiles looked over to the table that was unusually empty. He looked at it again.
"Yeah. He does," Stiles replied. He waved Scott to hurry up and whispered,
"Scott, you see that." Scott looked into the distance and saw a completely empty table.
"It's an empty table,"
"Yes but who's empty table," Scott stopped for a second and thought to himself. Who sits there? A figure comes to his mind as he blurts out,
"Boyd." Stiles peeks at Damian who was introducing himself to Allison and then shares a knowing look with Scott. Scott needed to get to the ice rink and fast.
"Look I'll go to the ice rink while you go to his home to look for him. Call me if he's not there.," urged Scott. Stiles opened his mouth but said nothing.
"What's this about going to an ice rink? Is it about the missing kid," inquired Damian. Scott gritted his teeth. He had really began liking Damian. The guy was a good friend which is why he hated lying to him. He couldn't tell him about Derek's plan to make a pack to fight against a family of werewolf hunters. He had to lie.
"Yes. I lended something of my mom's to him and I need it back urgently," lied Scott. Damian narrowed his eyes. Scott was lying. It was easy to tell whenever Scott lies. He begins to sweat and starts talking too vaguely.
"I could help look for him just point the way," Damian offered. Scott was taken aback. He didn't know what to say. Stiles had this pained expression on his face. He waited for Scott to come up with something but after sometime interjected,
"Actually could you check up on Lydia for me. She was really shaken up last night. Me and Scott can find Boyd on our own." Damian nodded. He sat down next to Stiles and continued his conversation with Allison. Stiles grabbed Scott and moved him across the room.
"Hey listen to me. Are you sure about stopping Derek. He's giving them a choice right. I mean look at Erica. She doesn't seem like the whole wolfing out is a con for her," he proposed. Scott looked at Stiles surprised.
"How do you think she's going to look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head Stiles. I can't let these guys be dragged into something they can't leave man," replied the teen wolf. Stiles let off a big sigh and said,
"Alright, I understand. I have to say though this newfound heroism is making me really attracted to you."
"Shut up" Scott smiled
"No really, do you wanna try making just for a sec," Stiles said as he moved towards Scott as if he was going to kiss him. They went back to the table and told both Damian and Allison that they were heading out of school. They said their goodbyes and left. Damian watched them walk away. He turned to Allison and said,
"Is anyone going to actually tell me what goes on in this town." Allison smiled and shrugged. He shook his head and stood up to leave as well. He informed Allison that he might as well get a move on to check on Lydia. She offered to go with him but he declined. He was about to walk away before going back and asking for Lydia's address. He wrote down what he needed and went off to her house.
Damian walked up to the fairly big home and rang the doorbell. He waited for a few seconds before a brunette with glasses opened the door. Damian smiled and with a glint in his eye began,
"Hi I'm Lydia's friend. I wanted to check up on her. You're her sister right." Damian grin widened as she laughed. She pursed her lips and looked him up and down.
"You know I'm her mother. Come on in then, she's in her room. Don't forget to knock," she replied. He walked through the doorway slowly and made his way up the stairs. He walked up to a plain white door with a sign dangling that said 'Lydia's Room' in a beautiful font. He knocked on the door three times in quick succession and waited for a response. He stood there for a few seconds before being face to face with her. He smiled as she looked at him surprised.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. He smiled and responded,
"Well I'm here because Stiles sent me to check up on you," Her face paled which he didn't really think was possible considering how pale she already was.
"He didn't tell you what happened, did he?" she wondered. He shook his head and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay Lydia?" he probed. She gesture him in and closed the door as he entered. Her room was a typical teenage girl's room with her walls painted purple with a butterfly design just over her bed, decorative lights and everything seemed to be carefully placed as if even a slight touch of anything would make the entire house collapse. Lydia took a seat on her bed and patted the place next to offer a seat to Damian. She breathed in and said,
"I'm not crazy okay. I don't even know why I'm telling you this but every so often," Lydia paused. She looked right into Damian's eyes. "I see a man. Sometimes he's burnt and other times he is fine but he just is always there. Stalking me when I'm happy or sad or asleep. He's right there," she ranted. Damian watched her go on a tirade and gave her a sympathetic look when she finished. She scoffed. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" he asked
"Like I am crazy," she said. Damian's eyes narrowed in confusion.
"You're not crazy. In fact you are probably one of the least crazy people I know. Don't think that what you are seeing is because you are insane. You should know that the things you are seeing, they aren't hallucinations at least in the conventional sense," he revealed. It was Lydia's turn to look at him in confusion.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Damian stood up at the sound of her voice. He smirked, looked at her and asked,
"Don't you wonder what actually bit you or who the man in your visions is? Perhaps what the animal from the recent animal attacks were or what Scott and co are hiding from you? An intelligent girl like yourself should already be asking herself these questions. Am I right Lydia?"
"What are the answers then?" she gulped.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you some of them. After all, don't want to reveal the secrets of our friends but I can tell you a couple things," he answered.
"Like what?" she asked. Her mouth was dry and she leant forward ever so slightly awaiting Damian's answer.
"I can tell you why you see that figure so often. I can tell you what you are and what I am," he whispered.
"What you are?" she murmured and as she did Damian crouched down and met her eyes. His eyes were glowing...