There's a Drumming Noise Inside My Head That Starts When You're Around

[lefthandedgenius]

When: Weekend of 9/7 - 9/8
Rating: TV-14
Characters: Lydia lefthandedgenius and YOU.
Summary: Grab Bag Curse Weekend: Ghost World. Not all reunions are good.
Notes: Are you a supernatural being? Please see the OOC note at the end of the IC log intro. Network responses are okay!
Log:

The day began straightforwardly enough. A morning trip to the library, followed by lounging in a cafe to enjoy the books she's collected. A bit of shopping. What else is Lydia going to do with her time?

But since she woke up she's had the pervasive feeling that someone is watching her. She's been ignoring that raised hair feeling at the back of her neck, because it's not the same as the feeling she gets when she senses death, not exactly...she just wants to have a normal day.

But it gets worse. In the library she could swear she hears someone whispering her name, and no one is ever there. At the cafe, she thinks she sees someone at the corner of her eye, but when she turns to look they are gone.

She doesn't realize it when she finds herself, shopping bags abandoned somewhere along the way, at the abandoned shed in Xanadu.

"Lyyyyyydiaaaaaa..."

She turns this way and that, trying to see the form in shadow. She knows who it sounds like now, but how can he be here? He can't be here. For a moment she chokes, and the half-burned form of Peter Hale moves toward here, where she can see every inch of his bloody, horribly mangled flesh and she can't move.

"Lydia," his smile is terrible, half of his cheek ripped away and she can see the bown where his teeth are set, the canines slightly longer than the others, "Oh, Lydia, I need you so much. I'm going to have such fun with you. You're never going to leave me again, you beautiful creature."

And that's when Lydia screams.

[OOC: Lydia can obviously be heard by anyone nearby, however, any being of supernatural origin especially Beacon Hills werewolves, will hear her scream from anyplace in the City. Tag in (or not) at leisure!]

Comments

[valentineluke]

[Underground and out of curse reach, well, almost in a manner of speaking. Devices sometimes pull tricks. Luke made sure to turn the sound off before checking the Network. While he scrolled thru recent postings, it flipped on...]

[His immediate response is clearly inhuman and pissed.] BE QUIET!!!

[lefthandedgenius]

[How do you even respond to that?

The network flickers on, and Lydia's tear stained face becomes apparent. She keeps checking over her shoulder, terrified. Despite herself though, she manages to produce some disdain in her tone.]

So sorry to have inconvenienced you.

[valentineluke]

*Big cat like throaty growl*

[Regain of composure and switch to text.] My apologies.

[lefthandedgenius]

[It takes a few minutes before she also responds in text.]

how did u hear me

r u a werewolf?

[valentineluke]

Your 'partial verbal entry' posted to the Network.

[saturniapavonia]

[Walking along, minding his own business. His business so happens to be spending his money on cigarettes. Not even two blocks from Xanadu. With his prize in one pocket and a candy bar in the other he feels like it's going okay.

Then the noise.]

Shit!

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia is on her knees in the middle of the hut, frozen momentarily in terror.]

I need you with me, Lydia. I need you. You're going to bring me here. Can't you taste the death on your tongue?

[Lydia gazes in horror at the walking corpse - a corpse no one can see but her as she gets up to her feet.]

You're not here. You can't be here. You're not real!

[saturniapavonia]

[Did it stop? Okay. For now it stopped. It made him want to vomit. Okay. But it sounded like a girl scream. A girl scream on steroids. He hesitates but then, with a sigh, Roman reminds himself that he could be a warrior. He could be.

Is this what making his heart steel is about?]

Hey!

[Rather than blindly running off he picks up the pace trying to hear out where?]

Hello?

[lefthandedgenius]

[If he follows what he remembers of the sound it will lead him into Xanadu, and to the decrepit shack where Lydia sits on her knees, alternating between putting her hands over her eyes and horrified looks into one of the empty corners, which she occasionally addresses as if someone's there.]

I won't go with you. I'm not helping you again! I'm not going to let you hurt them!

[saturniapavonia]

[It's not as fast as he would have liked it. Roman is not a super person. He pushes to the shack to see the girl he's seen from the Network.]

...Lydia?

[He looks left, then he looks right. Creepy little place.]

Who's here?

[lefthandedgenius]

[She looks up. She remembers him, Roman.]

Peter Hale. [It comes out with a stutter.] He's right there!

[Peter is smiling at her like he's going to swallow her whole.]

Who's your friend, Lydia? Should I take him too?

Leave him alone!

[saturniapavonia]

[He's fixed still trying to figure out what is going on. There's no one else there with them, no one that he can see.]

Let's get out of here.

[She's crouched low so he stoops and puts both hands on her shoulders.]

Come on.

[lefthandedgenius]

[She has difficulty with this, starting to rise to her feet, but then darts a nervous look at the door.]

He won't let me leave.

[saturniapavonia]

Where is he?

[Because he cannot see who is menacing her. Roman looks all around again.]

You gotta try.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia points to the corner of the room. It's empty. She's crazy, or cursed, or possibly both, and of course there's always the possibility that she's psychic.

(She's something.)

Standing on her feet and leaning a little bit against Roman, she starts toward the door.]

Lydia! LYDIA! Where are you going?! You can't leave me here!

[She flinches just a few inches short of the door.]

I can't. He'll hurt me. Or someone else.

[saturniapavonia]

[She's up so there's that. Except when they try to get going it isn't much progress.]

I don't see anyone else here.

[There's no delicate way to put that.]

You really want to stay here?

[Roman may not get girls much but it is very clear that she's distressed and it won't do her good sticking around here.]

[lefthandedgenius]

I'm not crazy.

[She's insistent about that. And then, emphatically,]

I really don't.

[But Peter - the Peter only she can see - is keeping her here.]

If you leave me now, Lydia, I'll kill them all.

He says he'll kill all my friends if I leave.

[saturniapavonia]

I didn't say crazy.

[That c word really does rile people. Impatiently he grabs a piece of wood that had been used to board the windows. Now it is falling apart. Roman turns it over in his hand.]

So... where is he?

[He's brandishing it like a baseball bat. Because that's a great idea.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[She points again at the corner. Peter is smiling at her through his terrible bloody visage, and she can hardly look at him.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Well Roman. It's not a vargulf so what's clubbing an invisible something? Here goes nothing, he tells himself. Swing and WHACK. Just hitting the crumbling interior around them. Not feeling satisfied that this is girl saving activity he keeps going.]

Did I-? [WHACK!] Get him-? [WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Despite the circumstance, and the fact that she feels like she's walking a knife's edge, Roman's antics cause her to weakly chuckle. She's not laughing at him so much as the absurdity of the situation.]

I think...I think. [She stares.] He's a ghost.

This doesn't necessarily solve my problem. I've seen what ghosts can do.

[saturniapavonia]

[So if he's a ghost that means that Roman is not hitting him. Whoever him is. Peter something. The name means nothing to him other than thinking of Peter, boyfriend of his dead cousin, gypsy deserter friend.

Shit. He might have a splinter now.]

So what's that mean?

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia's fingers clench into fists. She's still fearful, but now she's defiant.]

It means he can still get into my friends' heads, make them do things. But I'm not going to let him.

You hear me? I'm going to tell them all to look out for you. You won't hurt them, we're too smart for you.

[To Roman,]

Let's go.

[Still, she wonders where the pack is.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Just in case, he's not going to drop his makeshift weapon. Sort of makes him feel like a tough guy.]

Okay.

[Roman feels like he should take her hand or put an arm around her but Lydia seems to have this much under control.]

Right behind you.

[lefthandedgenius]

[She nods to Roman and steps toward the door. Almost immediately she has to close her eyes as she's buffeted by Peter's verbal assault.]

Lydia, what are you doing? You can't leave me. I need you. I need you more than anyone else. If you leave me now, I'll follow you. I'll follow you and I'll punish you. I'll fool them all, I'll turn them against each other, make them tear each other apart. Would you like to see that? See Allison shoot Isaac? Scott with Stiles' entrails in his mouth? Listen to me, Lydia...


No.

Lydia, what are you doing? Where are you going? Don't defy me! Lydia! LYDIA!

[Lydia steps out the door.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman can't hear a thing. He just wants them to keep on going. This weekend has been strange enough as it is.

There are ghosts here? She-iit.]

We're cool.

[Out right behind her. For a second he expects something to happen.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia has to shut her eyes again, brow furrowing as the specter assaults her with threats if she doesn't return.]

We're cool.

[But her progress is slow, and she keeps taking quick looks over her shoulder.]

Thanks for believing me.