Stiles Stilinski didn't want anybody in Beacon Hills to know his secret. Because Stiles' name isn't actually Stiles. It's Mieczyslaw. Mieczyslaw Mikaelson. Twin of Kol Mikaelson. Mischief was the name the Mikaelsons knew him by: he and Kol would alw...
Lydia gaped. She then drew back slightly, her lip curled. The Sheriff was obviously not telling the truth. But for whose benefit?
Lydia was a woman of facts, logic, and proof. Her father had taught her to be.
She hated the way she swallowed the protests down thickly. She hated the fact that she was holding the objections down, just so that she could make herself feel better.
She clenched her jaw and let out a sharp sigh.
"Okay."
Lydia stood and Noah followed, opening the door for her.
They walked to Scott, who was still ignoring the rest of the world. He looked up when Lydia put her hand on his shoulder, not a question on his face about why the Sheriff and Lydia were talking in such quiet quarters.
Scott barely heard anything, barely felt Lydia's hand. Lydia's scream still echoed in his mind.
Over and over again.
Scott recalled the first time he heard Lydia's Banshee scream. It had just been when the sacrifices started, and with every death, came Lydia's scream. Of course, they had heard Lydia's normal scream before, but her first Banshee scream felt more unnatural. Although, Scott always had had a sneaking suspicion that Stiles knew what she was before the sacrifices, maybe even back to Peter's resurrection.
Stiles, Scott clenched his eyes. His best friend was gone. Sure, they hadn't been on the best of terms lately, due to Stiles'... secrets.
The thought still felt weird. Stiles and Scott didn't keep secrets from each other—they were brothers. (A/N flashback to when Scott made a plan with Gerard and kept it from Stiles🙄) Everything felt wrongwrongwrong when Stiles had told them he was a witch. Which was a whole new load of problems. Stiles had kept that secret from his best friend ("Hi! I'm Stiles! I like ya' sandcastle! Do you wanna be best fwiends?") for over a decade. He guessed he understood Stiles' perspective a bit, after all, it's not like when Scott and Stiles were four years old, Stiles could just blurt out he was a witch.
And Scott knows that it couldn't have been easy for Stiles, but he still can't help but feel betrayed.
And Scott felt so, so guilty. 'Cause Stiles might not be missing or dead but someone is definitely after him. There's no doubt about it, and it's not like a room coated wall-to-wall in blood is subtle.
"-ott. Scott!" Scott felt someone lightly slap his cheek, he looked up at Lydia who had arched her back to get eye level with Scott. "Scott," She said in a warm voice she rarely used, "We're going to find him, alright?"
His head dropped and he nodded a bit. Lydia gently pulled him up with the crook of her elbow, but he shook her off once he was out of his seat.
The Sheriff—who Scott had not noticed even though he had been standing right behind Lydia—took a few steps up to reach Scott and guide them towards the door. Right before he opened it, the Sheriff turned to face them both.
"Now," He said in a stony voice, "I want you to take care of yourselves, okay? If it doesn't involve you, don't worry about it." And with that strangely ominous warning, he shoved them out the door and went inside the building. Lydia stared as he walked away, while Scott just shoved his hands into his pockets and trudged away.
Lydia—suddenly realizing she was alone—chased after him and tugged on his sleeve, "Scott! Where're you going? We have to stick together!" Lydia yelled at him. She yanked his sleeve so hard that he stopped and growled at her, flashing his eyes.
"Leave me alone, Lydia." He lisped through his fangs.
He began walking even faster than before, barely controlling himself because he doesn't know where Stiles is and the Sheriff just told him to "leave it alone".
"Scott! You can't just go sulk in private! We have to go to Derek's loft! Or Deaton's, even!"
"Look, Lydia. I can't do this," He hated that his voice broke, "Without Stiles. And even if-"
Scott bumped into someone that he had barely even noticed was in front of him, which was... odd. The man caught him before he hit the ground, with practiced ease.
Lydia's eyes widened when she saw the man's face. Scott, however, had no idea what was going on, but, wait a minute, where had he seen that face before?
"Sorry, man..." Scott said on instinct when the man pulled him up. A small group of people behind the stranger caught Scott's eye and he bent to the right slightly to see them. There were three women behind him, one, with auburn hair and looked Scott's age. Another, a blonde, who couldn't have been over 25, and the last, who had to be at least 30.
Scott was about to keep walking when the man stuck out his hand, holding him from going any farther.
He smirked and then spitefully said, "So... I hear you know about Stiles Stilnski."
...Don't kill me?...
Also, the thing about Lydia's banshee scream, I did not make up. I did some research and found that 3x02 or 3x03 was kind of the first time she did a banshee scream and not just a normal one.
I promise I'll start updating regularly again. I had done it basically weekly for over 10 chapters and then it just all kind of fell apart, so I apologize.
One of my favorite scenes:
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