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She knew there was trouble. Of course there was. There were hit men. Professional hired assassins looking for them. This was somehow even scarier than dealing with the supernatural because these men? They didn't care what happened, they didn't have a master plan or a goal like most of the supernatural creatures they'd dealt with before. No. They just wanted their money, and for that? They had to kill them.

If she thought the meeting with Araya was going to be bad, it had just gotten a lot worse. And really, by now, she should always assume the worse.

Lydia was still terrified of failing someone else because her powers weren't working properly. Because she had no idea how to control them. So the second she felt that knot in her stomach along with her anxiety rising, she closed her eyes and let her instincts guide her.

It was almost three in the morning. She hadn't been sleeping well lately so she was still up. Reading. Trying to improve herself. And now she was parked outside the police station.

She rushed in and when she stopped, she was staring down at Deputy Parrish's desk. The chill down her spine got stronger and the voices in her head got louder.

It was him. He was the one they were coming for. She knew his name was on the list but she didn't know what he was. She doubted he knew what she was, too. But right then, she just hoped he was going to trust her enough.

"You have to come with me. Right now."

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"So they won't have a Code." He opened the passenger side door of his department SUV and waited for her to get in, checking to make sure there wasn't anyone waiting in ambush for them.

He jogged around to the driver seat, sliding in and turning the engine on with one smooth move. "Any idea why they want us dead?"

She waited for him to get into the car as well before she continued. Mostly because she was shocked that he knew about codes. Maybe he had more experience with the supernatural than the rest of them. Well, except for the Hales.

"No. Not like Hunters do," she admitted. "We haven't figured that out yet, but we think someone might be behind it." Someone who was supposed to be dead.

"Okay, well that's not good." He idled there, drumming his fingers on steering wheel for a moment. "Do you have a safe place you can go?"

His apartment was heavily warded and safe against most threats but he didn't think this girl did. He didn't think any of her friends did either. Mike didn't like leaving her on her own.

"Or do you want to stay with me?"

"You don't understand. It's not safe for you. They are coming for you next. You shouldn't stay at your apartment." As far as protections went, Lydia only had mountain ash at home. And she didn't know how it'd work against werejaguars, if at all.

Classes were still out, her mom was out of town and she was on her own. It wasn't unusual for her to be home alone and considering she was in danger, she was glad her mom wasn't there.

"You can stay at my house. I can tell you more. But you need to protect yourself, first."

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"My apartment is fairly protected." He pulled out of parking lot though and started driving away from the station. "But if you're in danger as well, we can head to your place. Give me directions."

He checked the mirrors as they pulled into traffic. It took him a few seconds to notice but as they drive there was a black sedan doing a good job of following them.

She shook her head a little. She didn't know what he thought fairly protected meant, but guns and alarms were going to do him no good.

"Take a left on main--" she started and then she noticed him checking his mirrors and her stomach dropped.

"Is there someone behind us?" She didn't want to turn her head to look and be obvious about it.

"Yes," he said calmly as he kept looking between the road ahead of them and the car behind. "I'm not sure what they want but we shouldn't go to your place while we're being followed."

They would know where she lived then and that made her vulnerable. Mike planned to drive aimlessly for a little while just to see what the other car did.

"No, definitely not." Even if she wasn't sure it was actually going to change much considering they knew all of their names and what they were already. She was sure it was a lot harder to figure out she was a banshee than to find her address.

"We should get away from downtown, though. I don't want them hurting anyone else because of us," she said, glancing over to the mirror on her side of the car.

"Staying downtown might keep them from hurting us," he pointed out but he turned away from the center of town. There should be enough cover to avoid an attack. "Unless they've attacked in public before?"

She was his expert right now. He didn't know the details of the situation and he had to count on her. It wasn't the best situation but at least he had warning.

"I don't know. We just found out about them. I don't know what they are capable of. But they are hired guns, I don't think they'd care much about hurting innocent people to get the job done." Even if they did care about protecting themselves, she wasn't sure it was going to be enough to stop it.

"What's your experience in cases like this?"

He frowned but it was mostly to himself. He didn't like to talk about his experience with the supernatural. Most people didn't handle the news well.

"I'm a witch," he explained as he glanced at her, the car and then her. "Have you read the Crucible? The girl who started it all, Betty Parrish, that's my ancestor."

At the time, the Parrish name wasn't associated with good magic and good witches.

"A witch? I've never met one before." She's met Emissaries, which, she supposed would be somewhat similar. But she didn't want to offend him in any way, so she didn't mention that.

"You come by it through your family, then?" She envied people like that. Like the Hales, for example. Who had an entire family line to help them figure out who they were and what they were supposed to do.

People to help them with their abilities. If she had another banshee then maybe, just maybe Allison would still be alive.

"You probably have but wouldn't know it. We don't stand out." For the same reasons werewolves hide what they are. Mike didn't want to run into witch hunters.

"Yeah, the power gets passed down through blood," he explained as he took a turn off into a residential neighborhood. "So, what are you? You said they're trying to kill you too."

"I'm a banshee." She'd been expecting the question, so when he did ask, she answered it easily. She just hoped he wouldn't ask her what that entailed because she honestly didn't know.

"What can witches do, exactly?" Cast spells, she assumed. But she was sure there were differences between witches and druids.

"Oh, wow." He took a second look at her. He had read about banshees and heard stories but he had never thought he would meet one. If she came to him with a warning he was really lucky. His voice was full of sincerity when he spoke next, "Thank you for saving my life."

He looked over his shoulder at the car which was closing the distance as they wandered through neighborhoods. "Mostly we keep to ourselves. Druids are concerned with balance and are more active than we are. We hold ourselves accountable and no one else."

It really surprised her when he thanked her so all Lydia managed for a full moment was to stare at him. "I haven't saved you yet," she said sincerely. And as far as she knew, she hadn't really saved anyone's life with a warning in a really long time.

"So you don't have packs," she said, glancing at the car in the rearview mirror on her side. "Are you in Beacon Hills by yourself?"

"If you hadn't shown up I would've been sitting there without any warning and they probably would've killed me." His family taught him to respect other supernatural beings. Being warned by a banshee was a big honor.

"Some witches have covens which operate similar to a pack but no, not really." His voice was still calm but the car was gaining fast on them and he had to press harder on the gas. "Yes, I don't know why but I felt... drawn here."

"It doesn't really work that way." She was really uncomfortable with that situation, she had zero confidence in herself and her abilities at the moment. But she wasn't about to tell that to someone who was pretty much a stranger. Even if she planned on asking him if he knew anything about banshees when this was over. She had to get better.

"It makes sense, considering Beacon Hills is literally a beacon. For the supernatural," she told him, pursing her lips together when he sped up.

"We need to do something. How are you on gas?" She asked, leaning over to look at the meter.

"We're good on gas." Mike kept an eye on the gage while patrolling. He wouldn't want to run out halfway through a shift. They've got enough to keep going for awhile.

He drummed his fingers on the wheel. "You're not going to like my option which is to confront them."

He had his bullet proof vest in the trunk. If they stopped he could get it on and see what these assassins wanted. He might even get close enough to throw some magic in their face.

"You're right. I don't." Her eyes widened and it was all she could do to control herself enough not to look back at the assassin's car.

"I know you're a cop and you're used to this kind of car chases but I'll be absolutely no help." She did read plenty about guns and bows and self-defense but nothing that'd help going up against trained hired guns.

"What exactly are you planning?"

"Well, I've got one option left and that's call the car in as a suspicious vehicle and get another deputy out here." He glanced at her, an eyebrow raised. "Do you honestly think they're a danger to anyone not on the list as well?"

If it was going to put another deputy in danger Mike was going to have to think of another way to deal with this car. Maybe call in her friends for backup instead.

"If there's a non-violent way to solve this, I want to do that first."

"They're hired guns, Mike. And we don't even know who paid them to have us killed. The only way this might not get violent is if someone offers them more than they are being paid to get us. And even then, we don't know if it will work," she pointed out.

"And I sincerely doubt they will care if someone gets caught in the crossfire," she added. The last thing she wanted was for him to get another car and for Sheriff to be in it. Not that she wanted anyone to get hurt but she couldn't let it happen to her friend's dad.

"Then unfortunately I'm going to have to drive us to an isolated road and shoot their tires out."

They don't have any other choice. They're got to lose these assassins and he doesn't have the time to put together a spell that would do it. "This car is bullet resistant, not proof. Any high powered rifle would go straight through."

Lydia sighed softly and nodded, stopping herself from rubbing her hands against her face and once more, from glancing at the car that she knew was still following them. This was better than getting someone else hurt.

"Okay," she agreed quietly. "I don't know what kind of guns they use, so I couldn't tell you either way. But whatever you think will be the safest thing to do, as a cop."

"The safest thing to do would be to call in backup but you said that would get people killed."

Mike turned the car down one of the roads that will lead out of town, towards the preserve and the wooded areas. The other car won't be able to hide out there but neither will them. It was a risk.

"You let me know if you feel anything dangerous, okay?"

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