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The curtains were closed but the sun still manage to come thought the windows. There was a familiar voice coming from downstairs and because she was too tired, Lydia tried not to open her eyes but the sound kept getting louder and louder. She knew this sound was not in her head but there was no one at home with her. Her mother was traveling, it was just Lydia and Prada at the house. it didn’t made sense at all. It felt like someone was calling her but she could not hear any words, just random soft noises. It was so different from everything she has ever experienced as a banshee and she had no idea of what to do now. Turns out, her curiosity was bigger than her tiredness (even though she felt like she have not slept for three days).
She grabbed her phone before getting out of bed, there were a few new messages from Kira.
Message from Kira Yukimura, 7:09 a.m.:
“Hey, you’re going to the campfire?”
Message from Kira Yukimura, 7:15 a.m.:
“What time we’re all gonna meet?”
Message from Kira Yukimura, 7:18 a.m.:
“See you later!”
Lydia has no clue of what kira is talking about; the pack must have told her when she was not paying attention. As soon as she replies with “ok, see you there”, she went to find the voice. There was no way she would miss this voice, she decided to call Kira later for her to explain everything.
Suddenly the room became much colder than it was supposed to be, she went to the stairs and the noise was still there but the house was still empty. When she arrived at the kitchen, there was a book on the table with the cover slightly ruined, but she recognized it in a second. She has seen it a billion times at the lake house. When she was little, she always wanted to read it but when she was there, she used to spend so much time doing other stuff and reading other books with her grandma that she always forgot to take a look to see what the story was even about. She knew it was a good book though, her grandma always told her that.
Moving to the living room, where the voice became louder, she payed attention to every single detail of the room. There was a big mirror that she was afraid of looking at, afraid of what she could see near her reflection. Something was there and she could feel it. However, since when Lydia Martin was afraid of something like that? She lives in a world where werewolves are real. And also were-coyotes and kanimas and kitsunes. And she’s a fucking banshee.
It is like someone was playing side and seek with her. One minute the voice is coming from the next room, the other is coming from upstairs and is driving her crazy and even though she have always hated this game, she also have always been a good player. She sat in the sofa with her legs crossed and tried to focus on the voice but a few minutes later the room was in completely silence. They finally left her alone. She closed her eyes in relief and when she opened it again she could feel someone next to her.
“What are you still doing here? I thought you were already ready.” Ally laughed and gave Lydia her hand, “C’mon, we have to choose your outfit, everyone is already there.” She was wearing her famous heart sweater and her hair in a ponytail and she looked so young and so full of life.
Without noticing it, Allison guided her to her room and opened her closet to choose something. Lydia sited on the end of her bed, drinking her coffee and trying to understand what was happening. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You seriously forgot? Lyds, we’ve been talking about this campfire for like two weeks.” She continued to laugh. That’s the sound Lydia heard when she woke up, the sound of her best friend laughing mixed with other things she wasn’t sure of. Among all the sounds she has ever heard in her life this is the one she misses the most. She misses it so much that it physically hurts her but she does not know why. She feels like she haven't seen her best friend in ages but Allison is right there in front of her and they saw each other yesterday at school.
“Not with me.” She did not know what Allison was talking about but she was sure she would have remembered it.
“Yes, with you.” Allison narrowed her eyes. “With you, Kira and Malia at my house last weekend, with Isaac at lunch yesterday and with Scott and Stiles when the four of us went out to dinner like two days ago.”
“You’re crazy.” She laughed. “You should just admit that you guys forgot to tell me, it’s not like I’m going to be mad or anything.”
“I’m not joking!” Allison said seriously but still being sweet as she always have been. Lydia decided not to push too much. Well, she remembers everything Allison told her except the part where they talk about the campfire, she must have forgotten. “So... which one?” she finally said, pointing to two outfits.
Her alarm went off and she woke up no longer in Beacon Hills. She was in her apartment in Boston, where she went to college. It had been a dream. All of it. It was so real but it was only in her head. Just a dream, she told herself repeatedly while she made her breakfast and took a shower but the images were so fresh and so real that didn’t feel like a dream at all.
By this time now, she would have probably forgotten what she dreamed about but this time was different, she remembered everything. She sat in the living room to eat her breakfast while watching an episode of Gilmore Girls that she did not finished last night, when her roommate entered the room.
“Hey! What are you doing here?”
“Hum. Just watching tv…” It’s not like she would go on details and tell Faye about her dream. Not that Lydia didn’t trust her or anything like that, in fact she was one of Lydia’s closest friends on campus, but she preferred to keep the supernatural part of her life to herself and to her pack. She didn’t want to drag anyone else into this crazy world.
“Not that.” she laughs as she sits next to Lydia, “I meant what are you doing here here, I thought you were sleeping at Stiles. So strange to see you home.” She joked.
“I was but I had to write an essay and I wouldn’t be able to concentrate there. And It’s not like I sleep there every day!”
“Oh, Lyds, it kinda is." She gave a smile to her friend. "Ok, I need to go to class, see you tonight!”
“See ya!”
She un-paused the tv and instead of concentrate on the show she was thinking about her dream again.The sun. The messages. The book. The voices. The smell of coffee. The campfire. Allison. Everything was coming back to her like flashbacks. There was only one person she could talk about this. She grabbed her phone and began to text Stiles.
Message from Lydia Martin, 8:19 a.m.:
Can you meet me before class?
Message from Stiles Stilinski, 8:20 a.m.:
Sure. Where?