Gettin' Gas (OPEN)

It took Lydia a moment to realize that Peter was there even after he spoke. After he did speak though, she noticed him, squeaking a bit as she asked him what the hell. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he stood there in the light, plastic bag with a jug of milk inside in hand. He looked rather domestic, like a father or boyfriend going out to get milk for his family. It was just the way that it was and to everyone else, it looked normal, especially to those who lived in the neighborhood where Peter lived. He was a normal guy who did normal things. He needed to, of course, eventually get a job, but with the vast wealth of money that he and his family had saved up, he didn’t really need to. It wasn’t really his thing anyway, being all…human.

After Lydia got her bearing s about her, she made sure to speak to him as harshly as possible. In response to his comment, she told him that perhaps it was because she knew one of two things was usually going to happen when she was alone in the dark. She said that one, she found some mangled horrible body of what used to be a person, or two, she got snuck up on by him. Peter wrinkled his nose in distaste. ”In my defense, I have never snuck up on you. Just…so that’s clear,” he told her, and it was true. Their first meeting, he was in plain sight, as well as every meeting after that. He didn’t very much appreciate her practically calling him a coward. Peter didn’t sneak up on anyone…except maybe Laura but that was because he was weak at the time…

Pushing those thoughts away, Peter looked at Lydia and blinked when she snapped at him. ”First of all, your attitude is quite rude and we are in public,” he told her before he sighed a bit. It wasn’t like she could tell people he was a psychotic werewolf that bit her and helped amplify her Banshee abilities. ”And second of all, I was merely trying to help you out. As I’m sure you know, there are things worse than I wandering about in Beacon Hills now. I’m the least of your worries, especially since I’m not at full strength yet,” he told her honestly before shrugging his shoulders. Her banshee abilities wouldn’t do much good against the new Alpha or Omega in town, but they were rather harmless…or at least seemed rather harmless anyway.

Tag; lydia
Words; 427
Notes; Haha, clearly not

Lydia told Peter that he didn’t exactly announce his arrival either. Peter shrugged his shoulders. He supposed she had a point there, but that wasn’t really something that he was about to verbally admit so he’d admit it through actions, like his shrug. It was true, he didn’t really speak when he showed up, at least not that one time on the lacrosse field. But that was one time. He didn’t attack her at any other time, nor did he sneak up on her. Even here he spoke and was out in the open, in the light (which he hated) so that she would be more comfortable. Even so, the red headed girl didn’t seem to care much about the fact that he was attempting to make an effort to not seem like a complete and utter creep but he digressed. He doubted she would ever notice it.

It was but a moment later that Lydia’s sharp tongue voiced itself once more. She told him that being in public didn’t stop him from attacking her with a prom going on one hundred feet away. He appreciated the fact that she was whispering. Should she scream that out here he had a feeling there would be some police involved and he wasn’t quite prepared for that kind of encounter. ”Okay, while that is true, I was trying to coax Stiles in to telling me what I wanted to know, besides, my bite helped, didn’t it? It helped to surface your Banshee abilities, did it not?” He asked, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t exactly help him. Still, without her abilities, there were a lot of things that the group wouldn’t have been able to figure out.

Peter noticed that the girl attempted to get into her car, but he spoke. The female turned and looked at him, glaring. He had to admit, it wasn’t as ice cold as she had wanted it to be, either that or Peter was immune. She told him that the information she gave him brightened up her day and meant that she had to worry about him for all of about three seconds every day before she went back to more important things, like the werejaguar that he brought into the world. Peter couldn’t help the snarl that formed on his face. The girl knew it was a sore spot for him, but he wouldn’t do anything out here. He calmed himself, but his eyes still flashed blue. ”You think I wanted her back?” He snapped bitterly. ”I wanted her back as much as you all wanted me back. Why anyone can’t stay dead in this town I will never understand,” he muttered the last part bitterly. The next time he got his hands on Kate, he would need to make sure his claws went so deep he felt her spine.

Tag; lydia
Words; 480
Notes; Your post was fine! Not short at all!

Yup. Peter had hit a soft spot when he had mentioned helping her. Lydia had all but screamed at the man when she questioned his response. He supposed he should have gone about it another way, but he digressed. He resisted the urge to shrug his shoulder and instead kept looking at her. He had to resist the temptation to start laughing when she said that he had made her a crazy lady. Point taken, he thought to himself before she explained how she wandered through the woods naked for two days and poisoned her best friends at her birthday party, which included his nephew. ”Hey, that was all necessary for my return from the dead,” he reasoned, although he was sure she would blow another gasket soon enough. Why she didn’t just hop into her little car and drive off was beyond him. He didn’t mind getting a rise out of the girl, not in the slightest. It amused him greatly.

Lydia continued, saying that she found dead people all over the town because he decided that he wanted to attack a teenager on the high school lacrosse field so that he could manipulate her friend. What? Like she wouldn’t want revenge if her family was burned to death in a fire? Yeah right. This hypocrisy was even starting to irritate him, but he kept himself as cool as a cucumber as per usual. She apologized if she didn’t expect this to be how her life went but even now she preferred not to wander around finding dead people or talking to people’s dead sisters. Peter had to admit, he almost snapped at that last one. His eyes flashed their stale blue. ”You call her by name. Talia was a wonderful wolf and you can be as angry at me as you want, but don’t you dare think about disrespecting my sister,” he stated. His voice was soft, calm, and most frightening of all, cold.

After a moment the girl said that she believed he wasn’t thinking about what he was doing. Clearly he wasn’t. Had he been actually thinking instead of actively seeking out revenge, perhaps he would have killed Kate Argent correctly….by lighting her sorry ass on fire, but he digressed. It hadn’t worked out that way and it was something that he would need to review in the future for when he ran across her again. It was something that he would need to discuss with Derek had a later time, but not with the Banshee. She had already angered him once with the comment of his sister, doing so again wasn’t wise, especially when he was in public and couldn’t do anything about it at the present time. You could guarantee that he would seek revenge later when no one was expecting it. Lydia then told Peter that the wrong people stayed dead in Beacon Hills. Peter thought back to his family. ”Don’t I know it,” he responded, wishing that above all else, he could have his family back. He would willingly trade his life for theirs but even his life wasn’t close to the worth that theirs were, not even for his sister.

Tag; lydia
Words; 532
Notes; -huggles Peter- I love him

Well to say that this was a typical Lydia Martin was an understatement. When Peter and Lydia had first actually met, the girl was anything but this brash and forward, but to be honest, he rather liked it. Well perhaps not right now since she was taking out her anger and frustration on him, but he digressed. She was making progress and that was just the way that it was. Of course, when she told him that no one wanted him back, he shrugged his shoulders, having to admit that it was true. No one really did want him back but here he was ready for action and always helping. He still didn’t know what it was that these kids hated about him…other than, you know, torturing them for three months but that was…you know…necessary. Well, Peter found that it was necessary. It wasn’t exactly his fault that all of this happened. If Kate Argent hadn’t been a crazy then no one would have gotten hurt…but did anyone blame her? No. Of course not.

Lydia told Peter that his return wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t have had those visions in her economics class. Once again, he shrugged his shoulders. Whatever happened while he was dead wasn’t exactly his fault. He was dead! Although he…had bitten her with the idea to use her resurrect himself, but he digressed. It wasn’t as though he had actually forced her to do so just his memory. Just the one thing that had been haunting her for a few months. These were, of course, excuses. Peter had implanted a bit of himself into her and as such, well, he had been the causing of her thinking she was going crazy but he wasn’t about to apologize. It wouldn’t do anyone any good, especially himself. If anything, it would make Lydia even more angry with him, not that she wasn’t grating on his nerves as well. Stilll, at least he knew how to keep himself calm…well…mostly.

Lydia attempted to defend herself, but Peter wasn’t about to listen. How dare she bring up Talia in any way. She didn’t know her at all. She told the werewolf, who could kill her in an instant by the way, that if she had ever had the chance to meet Talia, she would thank her for figuring out that he was insane before anyone else. Peter raised an eyebrow. How so? He wasn’t sure. Other than taking away the memory of his child, Peter didn’t know what she meant. It was then that Lydia mentioned Talia wanting to make sure that he never found out about his daughter, saying that it was giving her a chance to have non-sociopathic parents. Peter’s eyes flashed slate blue, but he did his best to keep himself calm, digging his nails into his palms, causing blood to fall to the pavement below. ”Don’t you speak ill of her mother. I may not remember her, but neither of us know a damn thing about her. You have no right to speak ill of someone you don’t know,” he growled.

Tag; lydia
Words; 516
Notes; What? Ish true