fourteen
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Lydia Martin marched down the hallways after school, with Stiles Stilinski and Elyna Benston trailing behind her.
“Why would I have to go to a group study?” She threw a look at the buzz cut boy.
“Because you are smart, Lydia.” Stiles tried to reason with the strawberry blond. “Please, help us to pass this exam. You’ve seen how Coach told it would be difficult.”
Lydia hummed and looked the brunette who gave her a tight lipped smile. “Why do you need a study group, El? You are so smart, you have probably done with the chapters.”
Elyna blushed at the compliment. “Well, I want to make sure that I study extra hard so that I can complete with you for the valedictorian position. I won’t make it easy for you.”
Lydia grinned. She really liked the fact that Elyna openly accepted herself to be smart enough to try for the valedictorian position and Lydia would love to compete with someone like her.
“Now that we have made things clear,” Stiles but in impatiently, “can we go now?”
They again started to walk out of the school and to the parking area for Stiles’ jeep. Lydia’s steps again faltered as another question popped in her mind. “Why don’t we have the study group in the library?”
Stiles sighed in frustration, “Too bad, too late.”
“Wha-”
“Lydia, shut up and walk.” Jackson grabbed the girl by her forearm and dragged her out of the school. Elyna glared at the back of Lydia’s ex-boyfriend for manhandling her but didn’t say anything.
Allison was already waiting for them by Stiles’ baby blue jeep.
They all piled up and Stiles quickly drove away.
About a few minutes later, they stopped in front of the McCall household. Allison had told everyone that Scott’s mom was a nurse and would have her shift at the hospital at that time so they had the whole house to themselves.
Elyna was the first one to get out of the jeep and help Lydia to walk up the driveway, to the porch.
“If we are studying in Scott’s house then where is he?” Lydia asked.
“He’ll be meeting soon.” The Hunter said, nervously looking around for Derek or his pack members.
Stiles was the one who fished out the house key from his pocket and unlock the main door, letting everyone in.
He didn’t miss Elyna’s judgemental look or a small ‘of course’ that she mumbled under her breath when he took out the key.
Elyna expected Stiles to have a copy of the key to Scott's house, and that it would not be given to him by either Scott or his mother.
As soon as they were inside, Stiles turned around and locked all the three locks on the door. He drew the curtains in of the windows on the either side of the door.
Lydia raised her eyebrows at the hyperactive boy.
“Uh..” Stiles stalled, “there had been a few break-ins in the neighbourhood.”
He spotted and wooden chair and grabbed it, quickly wedging it under the door’s handle.
Elyna bit her tongue to refrain herself from screaming at Stiles how completely obvious he was being.
Lydia wasn’t stupid. She would figure it out.
However, Elyna reminded herself that she was in no position to say or suggest anything that Scott’s pack did.
She was only here to make sure that Lydia survived the night somehow.
“And a murder,” Stiles lied, causing Jackson to sigh and rub his temples, “yeah, it was bad.”
They stood in awkward silence for a few moments before Allison gave Elyna a look.
She nodded and turned to talk to Lydia but Jackson interrupted her.
“Lydia, I need to talk to you. Follow me.” He motioned towards the stairs.
Elyna raised her eyebrows at the commanding tone of the co-captain of the lacrosse team.
She didn’t know that Jackson thought that he still held the same authority over Lydia after breaking up with her; and that too, over a text.
Lydia sighed in irritation and looked at the group. “Seriously, what is wrong with everyone?” she followed Jackson to the flight of the stairs.
Wordlessly, Elyna backed away from Allison and Stiles, venturing around the house.
The Siren-Human stopped in front of the wall filled with frames.
A small Hispanic boy of roughly five years old gave a toothy grin to the camera with his hand slung around a pale boy of the same age.
They were both in a park. Scott had same shaggy hair and Stiles had longer hair, his brunette tresses falling over his forehead.
The next photo was a pre-teen Scott on the lap of a curly haired Hispanic woman who could only be his mother. Scott was scrunching his nose in fake disgust as his mother planted a kiss on her son’s cheek.
The next photo was probably taken a few years back. Scott, his mother, Stiles and his father were in it. Scott’s mother hugged her Stiles tightly, who had kept his tongue out and eyes crossed.
Scott smiled adorably while Stiles’ dad was closer to the camera and looked like he had barely made it to the photo on time.
Elyna smiled at the cute photo.
“That was taken when we four went to the amusement park.”
Elyna jumped, really not expecting Stiles to sneak up on her. The boy’s whiskey eyes were on her as Elyna stepped a little away from the boy.
“Did you go to the amusement park in Davenport?”
Stiles nodded, looking at the photos on the wall. “Beacon Hills is a boring place.”
"It's been a long time since I went to an amusement park." The girl said to herself but Stiles heard her.
Elyna wondered why Stiles was talking to her. “You don’t have to keep an eye on me, you know.”
Stiles glanced at the girl who kept her eyes trained on the photos. “I don’t believe you. I thought I could but after yesterday...”
“I want nothing from you all.” Elyna backed away from Stiles. “Once I make sure that Lydia is fine tonight, we can go back to hating each other.”
Stiles went to reply but Allison’s terrified voice stopped him.
“They’re here.”
Elyna looked out of the window, through the curtains. Her hazel eyes widened when she saw four werewolves standing in front of the house, staring at them eerily.
Derek flashed his bloodshot red eyes- the sign of his status in his pack to the three inside the house. Allison backed up from the window and drew the curtains close.
Night had fallen and the four werewolves were still standing outside the McCall household, this time talking to each other.
Elyna Benston could faintly hear them making plans.
While Isaac and Erica wanted to attack straight away, Derek didn’t want that.
He said that he will wait for Scott’s pack to make their move.
With all their talks only involving Scott, Allison, Lydia, Jackson and Stiles; the Norwegian girl hoped that they didn’t know of her presence, which she could use as a surprise factor.
The Hunter had already drawn out her crossbow, standing close to the door while Elyna twirled around the Chinese ring daggers on her fingers carelessly.
The whiskey eyed boy glanced at the brunette and frowned. With her stance, it looked like she wasn’t as tensed as she should have been.
Stiles wondered if she was another pack member of Derek and was actually spy.
Stiles was getting too much stressed. He mumbled under his breath and paced near the window, running his hand through his hair.
Suddenly he noticed Allison’s shaky thumb hovering over the call button on her phone.
“What are you doing?” he peered at her phone, “Are you-are you calling your dad?”
Allison let out a shaky breath and nodded.
“Allison.. if he finds out about you and Scott..”
“I know,” The Hunter closed her eyes in exasperation, “but what else can we do? They’re not here to scare us, they’re here to kill Lydia.”
Elyna had an idea, but she kept her mouth shut.
She was not going to talk unless they wanted her to, and so far, they didn’t. They ignored her all evening.
The Siren-Human was obviously hurt and salty by their behaviour towards her and she decided that she would stick to her plan of grabbing Lydia and making a supernatural run for it, if the things so south.
“I’ve got an idea,” Stiles suddenly spoke up, “shoot on of them.”
Elyna rolled her eyes.
“Are you serious?” Allison hissed back at him.
“Look, we told Scott that we could protect ourselves, right? So we just shoot one of them, or just give it a try. Obviously they are not expecting us to fight back, so if one of them gets hurt, I guarantee that the rest will scurry off. So just shoot one of them.”
Allison swallowed thickly and peered through the curtains. “Which one?”
“Derek.” Stiles said without missing a beat. Elyna could clearly hear the disgust in his voice and wondered what did Derek do, that Stiles hated him so much.
“Are you kidding?” the Hunter snapped at Stiles, “Scott was able to catch the arrow. Derek could easily do it.”
Suddenly Elyna caught the smell of a Beta closer to her than before. She backed up, her senses dialling to ten.
“Then shoot the other three.”
The Siren-Human looked around the room, hurrying to find the Beta but she couldn’t see anyone, fighting a queasy feeling in her stomach.
“You mean to say the other two.”
“Where is Isaac?”
Allison turned back with her now raised to see Elyna already turned back, her stance alert and her daggers clutched defensively.
“What-”
Suddenly hands ripped her off of her and threw her across the room, and against the wall so that she landed the floor with a painful thud.
Isaac went to grab Stiles but a dagger was jabbed in his hand, making the Beta howl in pain.
His grab on Stiles loosened and the whiskey eyed boy scurried back, his eyes widening in horror as he saw Elyna stand in front of him defensively.
Elyna watched as Allison got herself up and sprinted up the stairs to get Lydia
.
“Trust me, you don’t want to be involved in this mess.” Isaac growled at Elyna, shining his bright yellow eyes and predatory canines.
Elyna clenched her jaw, feeling her own teeth sharpening and increase in length from her gums. She had to make sure that she didn’t reveal her identity whilst protecting Stiles.
Isaac leaped towards her and Elyna swiftly dodged him.
She twirled behind his back and stabbed him in his back with both of the daggers and dragged down the weapon through his body with as painfully as he could.
Isaac howled in pain and fell on the floor, completely immobilised for the moment.
Stiles could only gape in horror as she saw Elyna glare harshly at Isaac’s unconscious body, her jaw clenched tightly. Before he could say something to her, a hand grabbed him and pulled him up.
Boyd flung his claws out to Stiles’ throat. “I heard that you are only here to protect Lydia, Benston.” He smirked at the girl. “Why this sudden change?”
Elyna saw that he pulled a small bottle from his pocket, which only could be the infamous Kanima venom.
Stiles struggled in his grip. “Why are you doing this Boyd? Let me go.”
Suddenly, Boyd’s grip on Stiles loosened as someone grabbed him from the back and flung him away. Stiles fell forward on the wooden floor and quickly crawled forward towards Elyna, who helped him up.
Scott snarled at Boyd as he threw him against the wall.
Stiles backed away and could only watch the fight in horror. He didn’t even notice that Elyna was gone.
Elyna leaped up the flight of stairs in two and rushed to find Lydia and Allison.
“Lydia! Where are you?”
There was no answer from her but only thumps and crashes from the room across the hall. Elyna barged in to find Erica Reyes on the floor on her stomach and Allison whisper profanities in her ear.
Elyna was about to ask the Hunter about Lydia when she smelt the familiar scent of Michael Kors from the bathroom down the hallway.
Scott threw Isaac and Erica out of the house and onto the grass directly to the feet of their Alpha. Allison pushed Boyd out of the house. Derek smirked at Scott, Allison and Stiles, unfazed by the fact that all his betas were totally crushed to defeat.
“I think I finally get why you keep refusing me, Scott.” he raised his eyebrows, “You’re not an omega, you’re already the alpha of your own pack.” He smiled suddenly, “But you can’t defeat me.”
“But we can hold you off,” Scott smirked back, hearing the sirens wailing in the distance, “till the cops come.”
A hissing sound came from directly above them, made everyone get tensed up.
The three teenagers rushed down the porch and stood beside Derek and Boyd trying to get a look at the Kanima.
The creature bared it’s teeth and screeched at them, making everyone flinch back.
Then it just rushed away.
“Get them out of here,” Derek ordered Boyd, motioning towards his other two Betas.
Lydia suddenly rushed out of the house with tears streaming down her face, Elyna following her closely.
“Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?” the strawberry blond screamed.
The three teenagers gaped at her. When the Kanima had come out of Scott’s house, they were so sure that it was Lydia.
“It’s Jackson.” Stiles breathed, looking at the direction where it had gone, but it was nowhere.