Smile. Dance. Laugh. Repeat.

Theo walked into the room and looked down at Lydia, he obviously felt responsible but part of him figured this was for the better.  Lydia was a banshee and too smart for her own good; at least locked up in here she couldn’t cause much of a problem for him. He flashed a smirk and tiled his head before sitting across from her. 

Her hands grabbed the edge of the bed, pressing hard until her knuckles turned white. He was right, and Lydia hated it. She wanted nothing more than for him to leave. “Go. Now.” Her voice a low, rough growl as she glared up at him. “You had all the choices. Thanks for including me but I’m nobody’s Plan B. Did you hear what you wanted or do you need me to bring you somewhere again? Get a damn GPS.”

Though requested to do otherwise, Lydia couldn’t take her hollow, green eyes off of Hayden. The last time she had seen her, the brunette was coming back from the dead at the hand of a psycho. Or at least that is what Lydia imagined. Though she’d been motionless for the past five minutes, she now tilted her head slightly. “Are you dead?”

Stiles cussed under his breath, arms wrapping uselessly around his body to retain what body heat he had left. It was all supposed to be perfect, the whole pack sticking together, united against the enemies in Beacon Hills. Instead, Scott was pissed at him, half the pack was god knows where having heaven knows what done to them, and he was traipsing through the preserve half-cold and with a dying phone battery to see if he could salvage the situation by getting close enough for any of them to talk to him, he had a plan, he didn’t mean to -

The last thing Lydia could clearly remember was her leaving the Sheriff’s station to find what she had read about hellhounds in the library once. But once Theo showed up, everything turned into a blur of memories and imagination, Lydia couldn’t tell the both apart. Did he really steal her memories? Was it just her mind playing her a trick when she saw the teenager bringing back the dead to build his own army?

Chris stared at his papers, trying to decide how to sift through all the information he was staring at. The Dread Doctors, they were a real problem, as was the chimeras he had heard were now running around town. It was all getting to be a lot and here he was, trying to hold this town together for the sake of the innocents. He knew that he had a big task and that there was a support system in the form of some of the wolves in this town, but Chris couldn’t bring himself to rely on the help of a bunch of teenagers. It wasn’t okay. He had to be stronger. There was a few wolves in particular that he could ask for help from, but he doubted either wanted to talk to him, wanted to hear shit from an Argent, even one as disillusioned with the whole of the Argent family as he was. He collected the most of it, leaning to grab a book before looking up and noticing his company. Keeping his always stoic look he stared up at his new companion, wondering what was going on. “Can I help you?” He questioned, waiting to hear what was going on. 

Lydia had no idea how she had gotten here, if someone had helped her to get out or if she had just walked out the front door at some point. All she knew was that she suddenly ended up at the library, having lost her robe at some point, now only dressed in the plain clothes everyone in Eichen recieved. Her hollow eyes fixed on the older male, not answering his question or greeting him. Instead, she just turned around and walked down one of the isles filled with books, her naked feet filling the air with even noises.

Kira wasn’t sure what to expect in this little trip. But Lydia was her friend, and she couldn’t just sit by and let Lydia sit in a place where some serious horrors had already occurred. So when she walked in and was met with some strange doctors who took her down a strange hall, the kitsune could almost feel the walls moving in on her and she had to focus hard to keep the sudden static charge around her from getting out of control. When at last she was led to the room, she looked behind her as the staff walked away before looking over at the bed. “Lydia.” she said softly, her hands clenching as she fought the surge of elecricity she could feel. She may have less time than anticipated. “I came to let you know we’re gonna get you out.”

When Lydia heard Kira’s voice, a slight smile appeard on her face. It was faint and hidden behind the veil that her hair had formed in front of her face, but it was there in her heart. She willed her muscles to move, to get up and hug her friend, telling her that things were alright, they should take their time and make sure that they were all safe. She didn’t want any of them to worry or to risk themselves for her. But she couldn’t. Her mind screamed, but her muscles didn’t react. “Ha. Ha. How? Have you seen this place? Have you felt it? Stars, it’s like a security prison for supernatural.”