Lesson One [Lydia]

Damien looked over at his young friend as she told him that him teaching her self-defense would be great. He nodded his head before she said that she knew he hadn’t been in Beacon Hills very long, but it was dangerous. She said that people got killed all the time, which was anything but good for the two of them. Knowing how well that worked out, the two of them would be in the same place and the same time coming up if there were dead bodies dropping every other night. It was more than a little worrisome.

Lydia also told him that it wasn’t just called Beacon Hills, but it was a beacon for the supernatural. Apparently they were showing up left and right and she needed to be able to protect her friends and family. She wanted to be useful in a fight and not a hassle. Damien smiled at her sympathetically and nodded his head. “I will do what I can to help you. Hopefully my mother will get back to me soon. I’m not sure if she’s awake just yet,” he told her honestly as his phone stayed silent between the two of them.

The male Banshee knew what it was like to feel useless. He had tried very hard to keep himself defended. His mother didn’t have enemies, but he soon gained quite a few. After all, male Banshees were not normal and as such, his family was just about exiled.

Tag; Lydia Martin
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Damien gazed at Lydia as he ate at his food, wondering if she was gathering everything she needed to from him, aside from the information from his mother of course. Apparently their lessons would go from verbal to physical when he started to teach her to defend herself. The defensive techniques that he would teach her would be fine by themselves, but when paired with her Banshee scream, they would be even more defensive and offensive. Hopefully his mother would respond to the two of them soon enough. After all, why wouldn’t she? She would no doubt wish to have a daughter that had the abilities she had. He would be surprised if she didn’t fly out herself to teach her, but she wouldn’t want to cross anyone’s boundaries. She was a highly respectable woman back in Ireland so he didn’t even know if she would be.

Then something seemed to go south. Damien’s eyebrows furrowed together with worry as Lydia started to almost hyperventilate. The waitress came over, worried out of her mind and started to panic. Damien shook his head and shooed her away before she looked over at Lydia. He watched as she dropped her sandwich, still hyperventilating before she closed her eyes and seemed to focus on it more. Damien shook his head before he closed his eyes. When he opened them, they swirled with white before he screamed at her. Time seemed to stop around them as he did so. Once he finished screaming, which he hoped would pull her from her hyperventilating state, his eyes returned to their normal deep brown and time seemed to start moving forward again. He moved his hand forward, gently placing it on Lydia’s arm. “Lydia,” he called quietly.

Tag; Lydia Martin
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To say that Damien was worried about Lydia was an understatement. He watched her carefully as she sort of looked off in to space. He was definitely worried, especially when it seemed as though she wasn’t able to breath. She had actually stopped breathing and Damien wondered if he should do something to help before he finally decided to scream. The world seemed to stop as Damien screamed, eyes white, trying to figure out what on earth was wrong with his pupil, his student. Then, she finally gasped for air and he let out a sigh of relief, leaning back in his seat as he did so.

Damien’s scream came to an end and his eyes returned to normal as Lydia looked around, finally returning to her normal self. He looked at her, clearly worried, his hand still on her arm. She looked at him and he looked at her with empathy as he noticed the tears that had filled her eyes. She blinked, wanting to keep them from falling but it did the exact opposite. She swatted at them before she apologized and laughed, rubbing at her eyes. She said that she should probably go and that she was sorry. Damien frowned a little.

The Male Banshee shook his head. “Lydia…whatever this is, you can’t run from it. All its doing is hindering what you can do. You don’t have to talk to me about it, but you need to talk to someone, alright? We all have things in our lives that hurt us, regardless of what it is. The best we can do is talk about it, get it off of our chests, and understand that the weight of the world is not on our shoulders,” he told her quietly as he looked over at her, his hand still on her arm in a comforting gesture.

Tag; Lydia Martin
Words; 309
Notes; You're fine, babe! No worries! <3

Damien looked over at Lydia, watching her carefully after he had spoken to her. He wondered if she would follow his advice or not. After all, it wasn’t like the two are close or anything, but hopefully there were some people whom she could go and talk to. He wasn’t sure if she could to her mother or father or her friends or a shrink. There had to be someone who she could talk to aside from him. After all, why wouldn’t there be? She was a nice girl, a sweet girl, and she was pretty. She had to have many many friends, although if she had friends whom she trusted and whom she was close to was another story. Being popular didn’t always work out in the most positive of ways.

The poor girl was still crying as she sat before him. The waitress and manager thought about approaching, but Damien sent them both looks to tell them to stay away because this was not something they needed to intrude on. The two listened, although the manager was suspicious. Damien didn’t care and returned his attention to the girl who was seated before him, her mascara running. Not knowing what else to do for the moment, Damien pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it across the table to the strawberry blonde, who had decided to start telling him her story. He hadn’t asked her to, but he felt honored to know that she trusted him enough to talk to him about it, to express herself to him.

Lydia told Damien that the past few years had been hard and that her best friend had died a couple of months ago and she should have saved her. Damien sighed quietly as she continued, saying that she should have tried harder, but she hadn’t and now her whole life was falling apart. The poor girl continued, saying that her father left, her mother couldn’t look at her, her friends won’t speak to each other, and it was all her fault. Damien’s eyebrows knitted together as he moved his hand form her arm to her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Lydia…I know that you feel like this is all your fault, but I can assure you, it’s not. Your friends not talking are because they’re still grieving. They’ll start talking soon enough… I’m sure you’re smart enough to know that not everyone grieves the same,” he told her quietly. “I can understand why you feel like things are your fault, but darling, the weight of the world is not on your shoulders,” he whispered to her comfortingly.

Tag; Lydia Martin
Words; 441
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The death grip on Damien’s hand was a definite indicator of Lydia’s discomfort, if you could use that word to accurate describe how she was feeling. The girl looked up at him with her large, watery green eyes and he felt as though his heart was going to shatter. He looked at the girl as tears still streamed down her face. Damien couldn’t help but speak to her with soft, caring tones in his voice, mostly because he did care. He hoped she listened to both his tone and what he was saying.

Sadly, it seemed that any help that Damien wanted to provide did the exact opposite. She pulled away from him before slapping a bill on the table. She wiped her tears harshly and then spoke to him about how it all was her fault and how she was trying to be better to make sure that it didn’t happen again. She then said that the weight of the world was on her shoulders and it was tearing her apart and eating her alive. He sighed and rubbed his free hand over his face as she stomped out of the diner.

While Damien knew that she wasn’t angry with him, he still felt bad for having upset her further. The waitress walked over and looked at him as though he was scum and he felt like he needed a camera to look in to like he was on the office. He grabbed the box that she had in her hands and placed his items inside of it before he tossed a bill on the table as well and made his way out of the diner as well. He saw Lydia standing there in the rain but said and did nothing since he had upset her before.

Tag; Lydia Martin
Words; 298
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