Stiles Stilinski (itsawinterthing) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-11-30 19:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2019 december, ~25 points, ~~lydia martin (drawntodeath), ~~nick sorrentino), ~~stiles stilinski (itsawinterthing), ~~~~~ kate danvers (katedanvers) |
Who: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Kate Danvers & Nick Sorrentino
What: Losing Control
When: Saturday Evening
Where: The woods
Warnings: Out of control werewolf and attacks
Status: Closed started in Gdoc and continued in comments
Stiles probably shouldn’t be in the forest. First off it was cold, and dark out and he really wasn’t the type that liked to run around in the woods without a good reason despite being a werewolf. Sure, if there was something like a mystery or an impending attack or some adventure to drag someone off on he would be happy to go off into the woods but most of those times had involved Scott. Scott wasn’t here any more and neither was Derek and he didn’t really have a reason to be out in the woods.
Except he really didn’t feel like being indoors and although he’d tried driving around and going shopping, kind of hoping he’d run into someone like Wash or Kate that would be distracting it didn’t happen. Eventually he’d gone home but instead of going into the little house he’d left his stuff on the porch and headed into the woods without thinking. There was something about the night that was calling him and he couldn’t sit still so maybe a long walk or run would help.
***
Lydia was even less a woods person than Stiles. She hated it. She wasn’t the kind of girl who traipsed about in the underbrush or took long strolls under the trees. She belonged on pavement and in cities bigger than she’d wound up trapped in. She’d made the best of things but the best of things did not involve going out into the forest for no reason.
Except that was what she’d wound up doing, not for the first time in the last month either. Something pulled her there, and if Lydia knew anything it was to not try to ignore the pull of things. Only because she knew she didn’t really have a choice. It was one of the things where her feet just took her where she was going before she realized it. Since coming to Madison Valley there had never been a corpse at the destination she didn’t know she was headed towards, though, so she had something to be grateful for at least.
She heard the rustle of someone else before she really understood where she was and a sense of dread like she hadn’t felt in years washed over her.
***
The wind was the wrong direction at first so when Stiles heard someone moving through the woods with him he wasn’t sure who it was. He did know that they were wearing the wrong shoes for it from the sound of their steps through the underbrush but that was all. Whatever he was about to encounter made his hackles go up...and he really wished that was metaphorical, the feeling of the hair on the back of his neck standing up made his skin crawl thanks.
Just as he slipped through the foliage to find out who was there the wind shifted and a very familiar scent came to him.
“Lydia?” He paused even though he could feel his pulse demanding that he pay attention that this was a threat because it was Lydia and she was his friend. “What are you doing out here?”
***
The voice made her jump, whirling toward it with a gasp. Somewhere in her mind she recognized him, she saw Stiles and she knew there was no threat. But whatever had pulled her said the opposite, she didn’t let her guard down. “Stiles. I...I don’t know.”
He’d understand that. He knew the way her thing worked just as well as she did, which wasn’t much at all. He’d understand that she was too confused by being there in the first place to relax and that it didn’t have anything to do with him. He should know that. She should know that, except it felt very much that it had everything to do with him and she wasn’t sure why. Stiles was the least threatening person she’d ever known.
“What are you -- what’s wrong?” She could tell something was. Even through the fog of something she could recognize he wasn’t right.
***
Oh great, it was one of those things. Lydia was pulled back and forth by the Banshee thing in ways that none of them usually understood until it was too late. Somehow with the way he was pulled to be in the woods and now she was there Stiles wasn’t happy about it. He was dangerous. Not as much right now with the moon pretty much dark but without Scott and Derek around he was always holding onto control with what felt like his fingernails.
“You can’t be here right now Lydia. It isn’t safe.” Stiles could hear her heartbeat speed up when he’d startled her and it had been...really attractive that she was scared. He wanted to chase her, see if he could get her heart going faster. Sort of like when they were in the old west and her heart had been beating faster for an entirely different reason but right now he was imagining the taste of blood on the back of his tongue and that really wasn’t good.
“Please go. But...slowly. Don’t run okay?”
***
She knew she should listen to him, that the look in his eyes was the one that meant he was serious and that she was right to be afraid after all. But it was Stiles. Just Stiles. The one person she knew cared about her no matter what, the one who was always going to be there for her whatever she needed, the one person she knew beyond any shadow of a doubt would never hurt her. They weren’t together, were never going to be this place had changed them enough that if there had ever been a sliver of a possibility it was long gone now, but they loved each other. She’d be safe.
Knowing it didn’t calm her down, but it did make her hold her ground, turning to look at him properly but recognition faded from her eyes as she did it. The glazed over look was a hundred percent supernatural shenanigans.
“I can’t go.” She couldn’t say why, though. Whatever it was, she just needed to be there.
***
“You know what would be great? Just for once that power of yours to keep you safe instead of insisting you need to be neck deep in whatever the most dangerous thing going on at the moment.” Stiles gritted his teeth when she said she couldn’t go. Because OF COURSE she couldn’t go. He could feel control slipping through his fingers and his eyes changed.
“Please, please go. I don’t know why your whole banshee thing brought you here but there isn’t anyone dead.” Not yet anyway. Stiles took a step forward without realizing it.
***
If Lydia had any control over any of it, she’d be the first to keep herself far away from any danger. She didn’t want to be roaming around out of control and putting herself right into harm's way. All Lydia wanted was for it all to stop. It was why she liked working at the bar when she was in. It was close enough to Scarlett that the noise in her head actually faded away and for an hour or two at a time she could just be a normal girl with normal problems. Normal ish.
The rest of the time she was deafened by it, controlled by it. Always when she least wanted to be.
Her heart raced, she knew she should go while she could but her feet didn’t move. Instead she stayed exactly where she was and there was only one way to protect herself. Lydia screamed.
***
Being around Lydia screaming had been very different when he was just a human. It was piercing loud even then but now that he had the hearing he did it was like putting a pick through his head. Stiles yelled and covered his ears, which didn’t help at all, and stumbled away at first but it was like the sound she was making went right through him.
It was like it stripped off his outer shell. When he could see again through the pain Stiles snarled at her with his fangs out. “Lydia...run!” Kate, Nick and Jeremy would hear the scream but would they know what it meant and if they did would they get there in time to do anything?
***
She wanted to do exactly that. She wanted to get out of there as fast as she could. In the back of her mind, Lydia knew she was in serious danger and she wasn’t equipped to defend herself against a werewolf. No number of self-defense lessons would protect her from that. She wanted to run but she couldn’t move, and the fear that rushed through her didn’t make a moment’s appearance outwardly. Her expression remained calm, disconnected. Like she wasn’t really there at all.
She screamed again, knowing there were others who could hear, hopefully could hear, and would come running. People who would recognize her voice and know she was in trouble. She hoped.
Because if they didn’t, she didn’t know if she could get out of the situation.
***
The scream had stopped and he’d leapt forward to slash at her then she’d screamed again and he’d landed short then when she had to take a breath he grabbed at her legs and yanked to try to pull her to the ground where he could get at her and make her stop screaming.
All of his instincts were demanding that he draw blood and make the prey stop moving. He couldn’t do that as long as she could keep stopping him with her scream.
***
Her legs going out from under her snapped her back to herself, something she’d otherwise be grateful for. In any other circumstances, she’d be glad to be in control of herself again. Not so much right then. Not when one of her best friends, one of the people she cared most about in any universe, someone she loved like family and like more than that, completely out of control and standing over her.
The surprise stopped her from taking another breath to properly scream again, instead struggling to push him away from her. “Stiles, stop!” Maybe she could buy herself enough time for someone to get there. “It’s me. Stop.”
***
When she fell Lydia was scratched by the brush and gravel from the path, it wasn’t a very big scratch but the scent of blood hit the air and between that and the struggling she was doing it just drove him on to attacking her.
Stiles lunged and clawed at her, slapping her hands out of the way when she pushed at him and managed to get his claws into her and suddenly the scent of blood was much stronger than it had been. It kept him coming back to try to get his claws into her midsection every time he got her hands out of the way but she was very good at getting back into his way as soon as he had a clear shot so his claws weren’t hitting anything vital.
***
It was sad that Lydia was as good at keeping him from just killing her as she was. Maybe she’d been through the very same sort of thing one too many times. Once was too many times. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was that she fought as hard as she could, gasping to catch her breath enough to scream for help.
Someone had to come. She didn’t know what was wrong, didn’t know why she hadn’t just left when he’d told her to, why she still couldn’t have run even if she’d been able to get away from him. She wished she knew why the banshee thing worked the way it did and why she had to suffer because of it.
She wished she could get through to her friend.
***