"I swear he's here!" Lydia yelled, searching around the dark and dusty basement of Eichen house. She had heard the spirits telling her that stiles was here, and wasn't going to give up until she found him.

"Lydia, he's no where to be found. I'm sorry." The sheriff tried to comfort her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Lydia just let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes. She can't loose him, not after all they'd been through.

Lydia felt the hand leave her shoulder, followed by a clicking noise behind her. She whipped her head around, to find that no one was there. The darkness was surrounding her, and she was alone. Her hands started to shake as she reached for her cellphone, but a grunting noise to her right caught her attention.

"He-hello?" Lydia stuttered, walking very slowly towards the noise. Nothing replied, so she came closer, and her eyes adjusted to the darkness. What looked like a number five was carved into the wall. Lydia felt her foot brush something. She wearily peeked down at her feet and gasped.

"Oh my god, Stiles!" She bent down, grabbing his cold face in her hands. His eyes were moving back and forth rapidly-he was in rem sleep, the deepest stage with the most nightmares. "Stiles, please, wakeup. Wake up Stiles!" She yelled, grabbing his face harder. Her voice bounced off the walls and his eyes shot open. They looked different, though. They were dark as night and had deep purple pockets surrounding them.

The second she blinked, Lydia was pinned to the wall, his strong forearm over her through. "Stiles," She managed to croak out. "What are you doing?"

Stiles' eyes darkened even more and he tilted his head and brought his other hand to stroke her cheek. She shivered under the ghostly touch. "Poor Lydia, always running to stiles side. Always the one to find the bodies, never save them." He whispered.

"What are you talking about? This isn't you, stiles."

"I always knew you were smart. Surprise- I'm not Stiles." The thing in front of Lydia smiled. "I'm someone who wants revenge. I'm simply using skinny, defenseless Stiles' body to get it."

"You're possessing him." She groaned, and narrowed her eyes.

"And you can't help him. His body is rotting under my power, decaying to death. It won't be too long before Stiles doesn't exist." Lydia's breath hitches in her through, causing a huge lump. She mustered the strength to take a breath, and close her eyes.

"Take me." She whispered, looking the demon right in his dark iris'.

"What?" He laughed. "You aren't strong enough."

"Of course I am." She narrowed her eyes. "Stiles isn't dying because of your power," he tightened his hold on her throat, "he's rotting because he's died before. He isn't strong enough. I've never died, therefore, I have more strength." Lydia did not back down, even though all she really wanted to do was hide in a corner and wish the demons away.

"You're mind isn't even open. I can't take you."

"I'm a banshee. Of course it's open, if it wasn't, I wouldn't be able to hear all those voices." She convinced. Stiles narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to her, and took a look over all of her features. He came closer until his soft lips grazed her ear, causing a shiver down her spine.

"You've got your self a deal." He whispered. Lydia felt a surge of pain and power lace through her temples. She let out a scream, before the darkness clouded her vision and consciousness was lost.

-

"Wait- what happened?" Stiles asked, leaning forward and gripping his knees tightly.

"We were in the basement, Lydia said the voices told her you were there. You weren't there, so we tried to head out and Lydia just passed out on the ground. She was out for about ten minutes before she screamed herself awake, and then she was gone." Scott sat across from him in the McCall's living room with his head in his hands.

"Scott, we have to find her." Stiles' heart was racing, he could hear his pulse thumping like a drum. His hands began to fidget. "I-I can't loose her." He stood up and began to pace across the room. Scott still sat in his chair, gripping his head harder in anger and fear.

"We-we gotta find her Scott." Stiles breath was harsh and quick.

"I know, Stiles. We're gonna figure this out. I'm not gonna stop until I find Lydia." Scott spoke out, interrupting his furious pacing.

"Have you tried her scent? Or-"

"Stiles. We are going to find her." Scott looked up at his best friend, and gave him a comforting look. Stiles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and crashed back onto the couch.

"I-I just, I can't loose her." Stiles let out a small whimper before sucking back in again. "There's something going on that we aren't seeing. All the nightmares- they just went away. I haven't had any of the weird visions ever since she disappeared. There has to be a pattern."

-

Stiles felt like he was connecting the dots, but nothing was making any sense. In front of him was pictures and red string connecting them from one side of the board to the other. But in the very center was a picture of her, glowing and beaming with life. Her strawberry blonde curls were an ocean of hair, and her eyes- oh, her eyes. A mix of icy blue and forest green irises that Stiles could get lost in for hours. Her smile was wide and genuine, not like the fake ones she out on for show. It was the smile especially for him, no one else could ever see it because he was the only one who could make Lydia laugh that much.

He had that picture in the very center of his work as a motivation, a goal to keep him going. Stiles would go to hell and back just to see her glowing smile again.

He felt a tugging force on him, pulling towards the window. Stiles finally drew his eyes away from his board and looked to the pane of glass. He wearily stood up from the chair and walked to the windowsill. But as soon as he saw what was out side, Stiles bolted to the door and almost slipped down the stairs. He ran as fast as he could out the door and onto the street.

She looked weary and beaten, dark circles just like his but deeper surrounding her once bright eyes. Her hair was mattered and ratty, and blood was around her fingers. But her face was twisted into a smirk, and she walked while swaying her hips from side to side.

"Lyds," Stiles asked slowly, keeping a little distance. Her head snapped from the point on the horizon they were focused on and snapped to his face. She noticed how her eyes were bewildered, and he looked almost terrified of what she would do, and every part of her mind screamed out to reach and touch him, stroke his cheek, tell him she was okay and healthy, and he didn't have to worry about her anymore. But she couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Just watch as the dark spirit controlling her body took another human life.

"Lyds, are you okay?" He whispered, approaching her slowly, like he was trying to calm a rapid dog. "Where were you? We looked everywhere, tried tracking your scent, you were no where. I was so worried about you," he softened, but Lydia's face wore the same wicked smile he first saw her with. Her head was tilted up like a queen, and her eyes were darkened like they held all the sins she had done since the nogitsune. The life flickering from those innocent people's lives flashed before Lydia, but the demon lurking inside of her showed no remorse.

"Oh Stiles, I'm better than ever." She tilted her head,  showing him her pearly whites, moving her hands up to twirl a lock of hair around a blood-covered finger. "You know, you couldn't track my scent because of this lovely little thing- blood." She moved the finger to her nose and took a long whiff of the scent. It was metallic and rich. "Soothes the soul, you know. Just a little spilled blood, washes all the worries away." She turned away from him, sprawling her hands out and twirling around in the street. Stiles was terrified- this isn't her, this isn't the Lydia he saw last before she disappeared.

She was something else entirely, he could see it in her eyes, the way she walked, the way her voice was smooth and controlled, and how even after going off the grid for three days, she was let shaken or broken at all. He had planned out the way he would find her- do what ever he needed until she was in his arms and safe, a cup of tea in her hand. And wrapped up in a blanket, the way she was always comforted. He wasn't prepared for something as otherworldly as this.

"Who are you?" His voice was gruff and deep, but inside he was screaming. "What did you do with her. I know this isn't you Lydia, if you're in there, show me a sign, please." Lydia just snapped her head around, and let out a throaty laugh.

"Stiles, Stiles, Stiles," Lydia said in a sing song voice, tapping his chest everytime, backing him up until he stumbled over his own feet, crashing into the hard asphalt and scraping the heels of his palms.  She crouched next to him, stroking his cheek with two of his fingers. The scent of blood radiated off of them and tickled Stiles' nose with disgust. His breath was quickening, and his heart was racing one thousand times faster than the normal pace.

"You know, I thought you were a lot smarter than this, Stiles. I don't even understand why Lydia is so madly in love with you. God, all those feelings, they just make me sick. They're holding poor Lydia back from her greatest potential. So, sorry to break it do you hon, you gotta go." Lydia acted sympathetic, but it was clear that she didn't care at all. What ever invaded Lydia was something bad, something powerful. But he didn't know what it was, only that he had to get it out of her.

He began to crawl back away from her, but she just stood up and followed him, walking slowly just to taunt his fragile feelings. Every time she passed a streetlight, it sparked and shot flying energy through the air. From down on the ground, Lydia looked like an angel of death. Stiles eventually couldn't crawl anymore, she had come to close. She knelt down, and crawled on top of him, pinning his hip bones down with her knees. Stiles froze, and prepared for what would come next.

She drew a knife from her pocket, and grinned before tracing along the sharp edge with her finger. It broke the layers of skin, and a dotted like of Crimson appeared on her tiny finger. She just smiled again and licked the liquid right off, letting the soft and sweet taste soak into her tongue.

She then looked back to Stiles, and inched towards his throat until the blade was at his necklace. 'This was it,' Stiles thought. 'I'm going to die.'

Suddenly, A glassy film conspired over Lydia's eyes. Her eyes began to shake violently, and the knife dropped with a clang on the pavement. She turned her attention to her hands, staring at the blood that stained them. She backed up quickly, stumbling once or twice before keeping her balance.  Lydia's head finally perked up when she heard stiles quick breath.

He looked absolutely terrified of her, pulling in his knees to his chest. A tear dropped down his cheek. "St-Stiles?" She whispered to him, but he couldn't bare to look at her, he snapped his head down. "What's happening to me?" She asked, trying to keep the sobs at bay from escaping her throat.

When she saw the knife next to him on the ground, her mind flashed back again to all the people she killed. Innocent ones, people she knew, ones she worked on science projects with. Others who she would simply see around town. One of them couldn't be older than twelve, and a pang in Lydia's heart settled there. She was too young, she didn't deserve to die, but the demon inside Lydia didn't hold anything back.

"I-I'm so-" She tried to muffle a sob, and Stiles looked back at her. She looked so scared-probably more than he was. She was shaking like a leaf, just a broken shell of who she used to be.

"Don't look for me." She whispered, and when Stiles blinked she was gone. Disappeared into thin air.

But she's not completely gone. Stiles could bring her back. And stiles wouldn't stop until he did.

-

A/N: lol I was supposed to post this like a week ago but I forgot. Happy Halloween bitches.

SO STYDIA IS BECOMING CANON IN 5B *screams* ITS BEEN CONFIRMED ON 5 DIFFERENT ARTICLES.

Also MY NEW FANFICTION DESCRIPTION IS UP AND RUNNING! It's called

Seraph, and I'm really excited for it. :)))) the first chapter will be released on thanksgiving!

Sweet dreams my little caterpillars
-Lucy