WHO: Lydia Martin & Scott McCall! WHAT: Arrival WHERE: The graveyard WHEN: Thursday Night WARNING:Teen Wolf spoilers & Banshee scream. STATUS:Complete/Closed if narrative. Incomplete/Open
The last thing she remembered was being in a very crowded jeep, heading back to Beacon Hills from Mexico. And then she was in a graveyard. With no memory of how she got there, and absolutely no idea where this place was.
It wasn't the first time Lydia found herself in a strange place. No, her fugue states had led her to several strange places before. Most of which involved her finding a dead body. And now she was in a graveyard. With plenty of dead bodies, but none of which were visible as far as she could tell after a quick look around.
Lydia was still wearing the same clothes she had been back in Mexico. And the fact that she was wearing clothes at all this time was a step up from the first time this happened to her. She figured that somehow, she had gotten out of the jeep. Maybe for a pit stop or something and had wandered off. But she knew this wasn't good. She had to find the rest of the pack. Considering those things that had almost attacked them and Kate Argent, being out there on her own was a bad idea.
"Stiles?" she called, wrapping her arms around herself as she started to walk toward the path amongst the tombstones. And then she realized Stiles was the last person she should be calling for since he would be the least likely to hear her. With a roll of her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried again. "Scott? Kira?" She wasn't even going to bother with Malia since she made it pretty clear that she was ready to leave her behind when they were in the car.
But she couldn't see anyone, she didn't feel anyone from the pack around her and she'd been able to pick up on their presence before. Of course the chill down her spine that she had long ago started associating with death wasn't helping her focus at all. And she was hoping it was only because she was stuck in a graveyard.
There was definitely something off about this place. Something unsettling and she wasted no time before heading toward the gates, all the while keeping her eyes out for anything that might be out of place or ready to attack her. But she saw nothing. Worse. She didn't see any members of the pack and she was starting to get more than terrified.
What if something had happened? What if the hunters had come back for them? What if Braeden had been a trap of some kind?
Her heart was suddenly pounding against her chest. Just the thought of losing someone else was overwhelming and she knew she had to keep it together but she had to find the pack. Make sure they were okay. That they were all okay.
And as much as she didn't want to, she knew screaming was going to be the easiest way to get them to find her.
She didn't want to scream. She had been avoiding all things banshee as much as possible since she had failed Allison. Since she had screamed her best friend's name because she had been unable to save her. But she knew she couldn't risk the others being out there, looking for her and putting themselves in even more danger because of her insecurities.
So with a deep breath, she stopped just outside the graveyard, and screamed.