Chapter 4

Lydia was lying in bed, and she dozed off. Next thing she knew she was standing next to a dead body, so she screamed as loud as she could. 'Oh God, it's happening again.' She thought.

Someone must've heard and called the police, a few minutes later the sheriff showed up.

"Hey there." He said calmly. "I'm sheriff Stilinski."

Lydia looked up. "Stilinski?" The sheriff smiled and nodded. "Do you have a phone?"

"I need to ask you a few questions first. What's your name?"

Lydia nodded. "Lydia Martin. I need to call Stiles. Can I call Stiles?"

"You know my son?" He asked her.

"He's my neighbor… My friend."

The sheriff smiled at her. "After I ask you a few questions, I can call him and he'll come pick you up, alright?" Lydia nodded. "Okay. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I'm not sure. I was asleep in my bed… then I'm here." She answered vaguely. "I'm sorry sheriff, I don't really know how to explain it."

"That's alright. I'll give my son a call now." Lydia smiled and nodded gratefully. The sheriff walked away and pulled out his phone to call his son.

"Dad? It's the middle of the night, why are you calling? Is something wrong?"

"Son, do you know a Lydia Martin?"

Stiles sat up quickly and turned his lamp on. "Is she okay? What happened?"

"She found a body Stiles. She has no Idea how she did it either."

"Where are you guys?"

His father sighed. "At the high school, but Stiles-"

"The high school? That's almost an hour long walk from the apartment. How'd she get there? Did she drive?"

"I don't see any cars around. Stiles, she doesn't have any shoes on, and her feet are dirty, it looks like she walked. She doesn't remember anything son."

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks dad." He said and ended the call.

The sheriff walked back over to Lydia. "He'll be here in a few minutes. Are you cold?"

"A bit, but I'm fine."

He slid his windbreaker off and put it on Lydia. "Here you go."

"Do you know how I got here?" She asked Stiles' dad. "How far is this place from the apartment?"

He sighed. "Looks to me like you walked Ms. Martin and it takes about an hour to walk from here to the apartment." Lydia's eyes widened. "Yeah."

Within a few minutes, Stiles was pulling up in his blue jeep. "Lydia! Are you okay?" He asked placing his hands on her arms.

"I… I don't know." She answered. "I don't know how I got here Stiles."

Stiles hugged her. "It's okay." He broke the hug. "I'll help you to the car." Stiles walked Lydia to the car and helped her in. "I'm gonna go talk to him. I'll be right back." He went over and saw his dad talking with a deputy. "Thanks for calling me dad."

"No problem. She seems a little shaken up, but she should be fine."

Stiles nodded. "Well, I'd better get her home. Bye dad." Stiles went over and got in his jeep. He looked over at Lydia. "So, you met the old man." Stiles said in attempt to lighten the mood.

Lydia smiled weakly at him. "Yeah." She sighed. "He seems nice."

There was an awkward silence and Stiles decided to break. "So, do you know what happened?" He asked her softly.

"No." She said shakily. "I was in bed asleep, and the next thing I know it, I'm here." Her voice cracked. "He was right Stiles." She said looking down.

Stiles pulled over and looked at her. "Who was right?"

"He said I was a freak. He's right."

Stiles grabbed her hand. "You are not a freak. Who are you talking about? Jackson?" She nodded. "Well, he's an idiot." He told her. "But you- Lydia Martin- are smart, and most definitely not a freak."

"This happened to me back in Boston too Stiles. I would go to sleep and wake up somewhere totally different, and most times find a dead body. And when that didn't happen, I would wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder."

This had Stiles intrigued, but he didn't let it show too much. "I think we both need a good night's rest and tomorrow, when I get home from work, we can talk about this more." He said and went back to driving home.

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When Stiles got home he did research for 2 hours and figured something out. About Lydia. "Scott, wake up." Stiles said at 3 o'clock in the morning. "Dude, this is important."

Scott groaned. "What?"

"Come here."

Scott looked over at the time. "Why are you sitting at the computer at 3 am?" He asked walking over to where Stiles was sitting.

"Lydia told me that sometimes she goes to sleep and she wakes up next to dead bodies and that when she's not finding dead bodies, she wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. She said it hasn't happened since she moved here, but it happened tonight." Stiles said quickly, so Scott wouldn't interrupt.

"Hold on, what?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "I think Lydia is a Banshee. She can sense death but she doesn't realize it."

"How does she not realize it?" Scott asked, now also intrigued by the information.

"Because she listened to her boyfriend." Stiles said flatly. "Last night, Lyd told me that he called her a freak when they broke up, because of the screaming and the waking up near dead bodies thing." He told Scott. "I think we have to bring her in on it." Stiles said reluctantly.

"You're right. If she doesn't know everything, she could put herself in danger."

Stiles nodded. "Tomorrow, after I get off work, we need to talk to her."

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It was a little after 8 pm when Stiles got home. "Ready?" He asked Scott and Allison when he entered his apartment.

Scott nodded. "I hope she isn't angry that we kept it from her." Allison said.

The three of them went next door and knocked on Lydia's door, she answered with a small smile. "Hey guys. Come in." The walked in and sat on the couch. "What's going on?"

"We have to tell you something Lydia." Stiles started. "And it's going to sound completely insane."

Lydia nodded. "Okay..."

"Scott, can you..?" Scott nodded and made his eyes glow a bright red.

Lydia's eyes widened. "No way." She breathed out. "You're a true alpha?" She said, shocked. "Aiden told me that there were a few of you out there, but I never thought I'd meet one."

They all looked at her shocked. "You know about werewolves? How?" Allison asked her.

"My highschool boyfriend was a werewolf." She looked over to Stiles. "Are you a-"

He shook his head. "No." He sighed. "I'm just Robin."

"Stiles, for the 50th time, no one is batman and no one is Robin!"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Sure." He turned back to Lydia. "I'm the sidekick and the Argent's are hunters." He informed her. "But we came here, because you need to know something Lyd."

"What?" She asked.

Stiles scratched behind his ear trying to figure out how to word it. "I did some research about…the things that you've been going through."

"Me? You mean the dreams and… late night walks."

Stiles nodded. "Ever heard of a banshee?" Lydia slowly shook her head. "Well… that's you." He saw Lydia's eyes widen. "You can… sense death."

"No." She said flatly. "I am not some supernatural creature. No." She shook her head. "Stiles, no."

"I know this is probably a lot to take in, but it can't be that hard to believe." He said. "With Scott being a werewolf and Jackson being a kanima-"

She cut him off. "Wait. Jackson being a what?"

"Oh." He said, shocked. "You didn't know?" She shook her head. "Well, he rejected a werewolf bite and became a kanima."

"What the hell is a kanima?"

Allison cut in. "Long story short, your ex boyfriend is a shape-shifting snake."

Lydia couldn't help herself and she started to laugh. "Sorry, it's just..." She paused to laugh again. "It explains so much." She said calming down. "Jackson is a literal snake."

"Back to the point." Stiles said. "You're a Banshee Lyd."

Lydia nodded. "It's… can you guys- I need time to think." She told them. "Just go. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Lydia-" Stiles tried.

"Please." They got the message and left.

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