▸Oh, Calamity - All Time Low

The bell rang and I walked out of class with my backpack on my shoulders. Stiles and I came back to school once our free period was over. I was walking towards my locker when I saw Malia gloomily walking. She seemed sad. Disappointed. Her eyes were watery and she was looking at the ground.

"Are you okay?" I asked, forgetting about my locker and walked up in front of her. She looked up at me.

"Malia?" I heard Stiles say behind me. He walked up next to me and held Malia's hands in his. "Hey. Hey, what happened?"

"I hate losing like this." Malia softly said. Tears were forming in her eyes. "I'm not like Scott. I can't deal with another body. Another failure."

Malia walked passed us, a tear rolling down her cheek. I adjusted my backpack and looked up at Stiles. He only stared at Malia, his eyes getting glassy.

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"Lydia, for the love of God, answer your phone." Stiles spoke into his cell phone urgently. We were walking down the stairs of the school, skipping the last class of the day. "There's another dead Chimera. So right now is probably not a great time to be alone with Parrish. If he's coming to get the body, you can't get in his way. Lydia, do not get in his way."

Stiles hung up the phone grumbling curses. He shoved the phone into his pocket. I licked my lips.

"She's most likely with him, isn't she?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Most likely." Stiles pushed open the door of the school and we walked towards the parking lot to his jeep. His phone dinged. Stiles sighed and took out his phone, reading the text message. "Come on, we've got to go meet up with Scott."

I entered the jeep, closing the door behind me. Setting my bag in the backseat, I heard the jeep sputter. Stiles let out a groan, muttering to himself. He turned the key again. More sputtering.

"Can you turn the ignition when I tell you too?" Stiles asked, opening his door. I rapidly nodded my head, a grin growing on my lips.

"I get to actually start the car!" I squealed. Stiles rolled his eyes and walked out, heading to the hood. I slide over to the driver's seat, getting myself comfortable. "This is so cool."

"Turn it!" Stiles' muffled voice said. I turn the key and the engine let out a groan of protest. "Damn it."

"Hey, Stiles?" I popped my head out. He quickly glanced up at me before focusing back on the engine.

"Yeah?" Clicks and gears filled the silence.

"When my brother and my friends are done with their quest...I can ask Leo to come fix your jeep for you." I offered. "He's a son of Hephaestus and a really great mechanic. He could fix your jeep with no trouble. Maybe even modify it."

"Really?" Stiles looked up at me. I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah."

"Alright, yeah. That would be cool. If he is up for it that is." Stiles smiled.

"He most likely will. He loves fixing things." Stiles back away from the jeep and nodded at me.

"Try it again." I turned the ignition again and the jeep started.

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"Hey, sorry I had trouble starting the jeep again." Stiles closed the door. I followed, seeing Scott waiting for the both of us. It was pouring and Stiles and Scott were drenched. "That thing's barely hanging on. I couldn't get in touch with Malia or Lydia."

"Scott?" I asked, taking in his body language. Scott looked like he was having an internal battle with himself. He reached inside his jacket with closed eyes, pulling out a silver wrench. Stiles stared at it. Was this the wrench he talked about? The one that he used to get Donovan off of him?

"Where did you get that?" Stiles pointed his chin towards the wrench. He slowly took his eyes away from it and looked at Scott.

"How did you get that?" I questioned.

"This is yours?" Scott held out the wrench. Stiles took a deep breath, glancing away before bringing his eyesight to the wrench. He blinked away the water and reached for the tool. Nervously licking his lower lip, he examined his tool in his hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to." Stiles said.

"He just told me Scott. Stiles was planning on telling you." I defended Stiles. Something wasn't right. Something didn't feel right. Stiles licked his lips again.

"No, but why didn't you tell me when it happened?" Scott questioned Stiles, ignoring me. I'm guessing he still won't talk to me. Okay then.

"I couldn't." Stiles whispered, looking up at Scott. I felt like an intruder. Should I even be here when they talk about this?

"You killed him? You killed Donovan?" Scott breathed out, his chest rising with every intake of breath.

"Well, he was going to kill my dad." Stiles emphasized. "Huh? Was I supposed to just let him?"

"You weren't supposed to do this. None of us are." Scott pointed out, his hair sticking to his forehead.

"You think I had a choice?" Stiles mentioned, narrowing his eyes. He took a slight step forward.

"There's always a choice." Scott interjected.

"Not with this situation, Scott." I looked at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, well, I can't do what you can, Scott. I know you wouldn't have done it. You probably would've figured something out, right?" Stiles' voice slightly got higher, starting to sound angry.

"I'd try." Scott nodded.

"Yeah, because you're Scott McCall! You're the True Alpha! Guess what? All of us can't be True Alphas. Some of us have to make mistakes, some of us have to get out hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are human!" Stiles yelled. I flinched as he yelled out the last line.

"So, you had to kill him?" Scott inputted. I turned to glare at Scott. Had to kill? What? It was an accident!

"Scott, he was going to kill my dad." Stiles looked at Scott in disbelief. He squinted his eyes at him.

"But the way that it happened...There's a point when it's...It's not self-defense anymore!" Scott continued.

"What?" I mumbled out. Nothing is adding up. What in the Hades is going on right now?

"What are you even talking about?" Stiles exasperated. "I didn't have a choice, Scott! You don't even believe me, do you?"

"I want to." Scott nodded, shifting his eyes away.

"Okay, all right, so...so believe me then. Scott, say you believe me. Say it. Say you believe me." My heart was aching. This isn't right. This just isn't right. Why won't Scott believe Stiles? What is blocking him from the truth?

"We can't kill people that we are trying to save." Scott softly said. He was shaking his head, looking at the wet ground.

"Say you believe me." Stiles licked his lips, walking forward with the wrench still in his hand. Scott flinched back as Stiles' unconsciously raised the wrench slightly. He was breathing hard and looking between Stiles and his tool. Stiles glanced at the wrench, shifting it in his hand.

"We can't kill people!" Scott sputtered out. He narrowed his eyes at Stiles. "Do you believe that?"

Stiles looked at Scott, his eyes watering. His lower lip was starting to quiver. The pain in my chest grew at the sight. Stiles looked away, swallowing and licking his lips. Shifting on his feet, he turned back towards Scott.

"Well, what do I do about this? What do you want me to do? Okay, just be...Scott, just tell me how to fix this, all right? Please, just tell me, what do you want me to do?" Stiles asked desperately.

"Don't worry about Malia or Lydia." Scott started.

"No, no. Scott don't say that. Don't tell Stiles that." I whimpered out, rapidly shaking my head. Stiles took a deep breath in, looking heart broken.

"We'll find them. Maybe, uh, maybe you should talk to your dad." Scott suggested. He looked at Stiles before he turned away and walked into the vet clinic. My heart broke. Tears were starting to form in my eyes. Hesitantly, I looked up at Stiles. He licked his lips, his eyes watering.

"Stiles?" I mumbled out, walking towards him. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked at the ground, squeezing his eyes shut. Stiles then looked at the wrench in his hand, turning it over. "Are you okay?"

"You said he would believe me." Stiles whispered, shrugging off my hand. "Why didn't he believe me? Why did you lie?"

"Stiles, I-he...he should have believed you. I don't know why he didn't believe you. Stiles, I didn't lie. I promise. I didn't." I choked out, a tear fell down my cheek. Stiles shook his head and walked towards the jeep. The headlights blinded me as he turned the jeep on. The jeep started to back away, leaving me in the pouring rain all by myself. "Stiles. Stiles!"

I cried, falling onto my knees. How did we end up at this point? The pack is slowly breaking, almost to the point to where it isn't even a pack. How am I supposed to help them? Scott and Stiles no longer trust me. I stifled a sob, covering my mouth with my hand. Scott might be hearing me right now and who knows who else is with him at the moment.

I sniffled, pushing myself up. I can't stay at his house anymore. Stiles' won't even want to talk to me. Malia would most likely side with Stiles. Liam probably over heard the conversation as well. Kira, the one person who would take me in within a heartbeat is away. Lydia. Lydia would take me in...right?

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I licked my lips nervously, staring at Lydia's front door. Hesitantly, I rang the doorbell. Muffled voices and steps were on the other side of the door. The door flew open, Lydia standing there.

"Nevah?" Lydia asked in surprised. She took in my tear stained face and walked up to me. Lydia wrapped her arms around me, placing a hand at the back of my head. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I-uh. Can we talk about this in your room?" I sniffled. She wrapped an around my shoulder and nodded.

"Let's go." We walked through the door, Lydia closing it behind us and locking it. "Mom! Nevah is staying the night!"

We walked up the stairs and into her room. She sat down on the bed, patting the spot next her. I shuffled over, sitting next to her. I placed my head on her shoulder, looking miserably ahead.

"Now what happened?" Lydia asked, caressing my hair.

"Lots of things." I mumbled out. "Lots of different things."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lydia looked down at me.

"I don't even know where to start."

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"Go home, Lydia. Nevah." Parrish said, leaning against the cell bars of his holding cell. Lydia was sitting down on the opposite side of the bars. I was standing up. "Stilinski isn't telling anyone where he put the bodies, and I'm pretty sure I'm not psychic."

"But you're drawn to death." Lydia pointed out. She looked at Parrish and whispered, "Just like me."

"Does that make me a kind of Banshee?" Parrish questioned, staring back at her.

"You find bodies." Lydia softly spoke.

"I find Chimeras." Parrish told Lydia.

"Dead Chimeras." Lydia corrected.

"So, we're both harbingers of death." Parrish leaned the back of his head against the metal bars. "I should probably add that to my resume."

"Hmm. It's on my college applications." Lydia whispered. Lydia moved her fingers through the bars, placing them onto of Parrish's hand.

"Woah, really?" I asked her in awe, trying to lighten up the mood. Parrish and Lydia softly smiled at me.

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"Does it help knowing? Knowing what you are?" Parrish asked Lydia and I, sitting on a bench.

"I guess, yeah. For me at least. I don't know about Lydia, but once I found out I was a demigod, it explained all of the weird things I was able to do since I was little." I shrugged. Biting the inside of my cheek, I glanced at Lydia.

"It doesn't scare me as much. That I know." Lydia stated. She was still sitting on the floor, with me next to her now. "Do I scare you?"

"Once." Parrish admitted.

"Really?" Lydia looked up at him in shock. Parrish stood up and walked over to the cell bars, placing his hands around them. Lydia stood up as well, right in front of him.

"It was the night I found that werewolf, the one with the talons. I thought I was going to die that night." Parrish informed.

"How come?" Lydia asked, staring up at him.

"Because I saw you." Parrish looked at Lydia. Woah...talk about a connection. "I saw the Banshee. But I guess it was just a dream or a hallucination."

"What was I doing?" Lydia questioned.

"Trying to keep me alive." As Parrish stated this, I stood up. I made sure to wipe off any dust that I had gathered from the floor.

"Well, sorry, but the Banshee was mostly trying to stay out of the rain." Lydia gave a small smile. Parrish smiled back and nodded. "That was the night of the storm, remember? The Wild Hunt."

"The what?" Parrish asked confused.

"Oh, it's something Kira was telling me. A myth about thunderstorms...Ghost Riders in the sky and black dogs..." Lydia trailed off.

"Lydia?" I asked. What can she be thinking about?

"What is it?"

"I need to check on something. Nevah, come with me please. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Parrish gave Lydia a look. I bit back a laugh. Lydia threw her head back and groaned. "You know what I mean."

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"'Woden's Hunt, also known as the Wild Ride or Wild Hunt.'" Lydia read aloud from the table. I was in the book isle closest to the library's door, trying to find another book that might help Lydia with her guess of what Jordan Parrish is. "'A myth of devilish riders in the sky accompanied by black dogs, spectral beasts whose eyes glowed with fire. A Bearer of Death and Guardian of the Supernatural. The black dog is also known by it's more common name...the Hellhound."

"I'm sorry what? Did you say hellhound?" Lydia slammed the book closed as I asked her the two questions. I took a step forward only for a strong hand to be clamped over my mouth. My eyes widened and I flung my hands up toward their wrist, trying to take it off. Another hand took ahold of my wrists, binding them together with something cold and strong behind my back. I cried out in pain from it being tightened too hard, something cutting into my wrists. However, my voice was muffled due to the attacker's hand. A fabric was suddenly tied around my mouth. I tried to bite the attacker but they were too quick. The fabric was surprisingly damp and cold.

I was then thrown onto the floor, landing onto my back painfully. A loud thump echoed throughout the empty library. I struggled to get up, only for a shoe to be placed on my chest. Glaring, I looked up to see Theo. He held a metal pole looking thing with small spikes here and there. Crouching down, Theo began to bind my ankles with it, bending the metal. Theo stared at me as he tightened it, the small spikes cutting into my skin. I let out a muffled cry, tears prickling my eyes.

"Nevah?" Lydia called out. Theo gave me a sly grin and walked away, heading towards Lydia. "Nevah are you okay?"

"You know what's coming. Don't you." Theo's voice asked Lydia. I tried to thrash around, but that made the spikes dig deeper into my skin.

"Someone's going to die here." Lydia breathed out worriedly. What? "Where's Nevah?"

"You're right. But I can't let you tell anyone." Theo told Lydia.

"Why?" I squirmed again, this time ignoring the pain of my binds. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to call upon any source of water that I could. But something was blocking it. Something was making me too weak. My eyes lids started to grow heavy. Sleep invading my mind. What did Theo do to me?

"Because I want you, Lydia. I want all of you."

"What are you talking about?" Lydia whispered. "Where's Nevah?"

"Don't worry. I'll give you some time to think about it." Theo said. I heard a loud smack followed by a thud. Lydia? I tried to keep my eyes open. I tried to stay awake. But the darkness clouded my vision.

Okay, I almost cried IDK how many times while writing this chapter. Who else got emotional?

As I stated yesterday, I do not know if I will be able to update tomorrow since I'm going to be out of town. I will see if I can post another chapter tonight. If not, expect one either late Sunday or sometime Monday.

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