Chapter 1: Lydia
“Lydia, what are you doing up there?” I heard my mom yell to me from downstairs. I can imagine her with her hair up, reading glasses on, different slippers on each foot. I smirk to myself.
“Nothing!” I shriek back, hoping she gets the hint and goes back to bed. She doesn’t.
“What are you looking for?”
‘Might as well tell her…’ I think to myself as I’m walking around the attic. “I’m looking for what’s making that buzzing noise! Ugh it’s driving me insane! Do you think we have hornets or wasps or something up here?”
“Lydia,” my mom replies with a quieter, more soothing voice. I turn around; I hadn't realized she came up the stairs. She's not shouting at me to come down like she was before. Instead, she's saying it more relaxingly than anything. “Lydia, sweetie, there’s no buzzing noise. The only noise that’s in the attic is you looking for the nonexistent noise.”
‘No no no I thought I was done with this banshee stuff for a while…’ “Okay! Sorry to wake you up!” I start to put all of the boxes back on top of each other as my mother’s footsteps head down the stairs and back to her room, laughing to myself when she trips over something and curses. Then I realize something. Something that stops me mid-stack. The last time I heard this buzzing was with Barrow. Was when the Nogitsune attacked my friends, possessed my boyfriend, and his henchmen killed my best friend.
‘It’s not possible…’ I think to myself. ‘It’s not possible… It’s not…’
I woke up the next morning, hoping that last night was only a dream. But when I walked past my mom’s room and saw her box of shoes tipped over (most likely what she tripped on), I realized it couldn't be as simple as a dream. Skipping breakfast and sprinting to my car, I know I have to tell Scott and Stiles. I go 75 getting to school, almost rear ending a bus, and nearly hitting a pet dog running across the road. I got to school, 10 miles from my house, in 9 minutes. ‘Huh, new record.’
The boys are at their lockers, talking to each other. Scott looks like shit. His hair isn’t brushed, his clothes look baggier than normal, and he has severe bags under his eyes. It looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Although, with the week we’ve been having, I don't think any of us are.
“Scott! Stiles!” Damn, why do they walk so fast…
“Hey, Lyds! What’s up?” Stiles smiles at me with his perfectly white teeth, but the smile quickly fades when he sees my face. “Hey, what’s wrong? Is everything okay? What happened? Did you hear something? Is it Peter? Derek?” God, I love this person but sometimes he just needs to calm down. Again, he reads my face. “Sorry, I had a lot of Adderall today…”
“It’s okay. But no not everything is okay… Exactly… Um, last night, I heard this… Buzzing noise. I thought we had hornets in my basement, but my mom said she didn’t hear anything…”
Stiles’ eyes widen exponentially. “You don't think…?”
“I don’t know… But I’m telling you it was the exact same as before.” Stiles’ concern grew more prominent on his face. ‘I would so beat his ass in poker; his poker face sucks. “Scott was telling me about something last night. He uh… Couldn’t sleep… Said there was a firefly in his room he couldn’t get rid of. He said he must’ve gotten rid of it though sometime during the night. He couldn’t find it this morning.” Stiles’ eyes got widened to a point that just didn’t look natural, even on him. “But Lyds, it can’t be possible if you're thinking what I'm thinking. I mean, we put it back in the Triskelion. It can’t…”
“Stiles, this isn't good.”
“I know but don't worry. We’ll figure it out after, okay?”
I nodded my head, and with that the bell rang.