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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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"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?"

"It might. I just don't want anyone else getting hurt," she said without really realizing what she was saying.

She took a deep breath, trying to get herself to focus. And then she reached in her purse and pulled out the list she'd printed out from it. Lydia looked down at the paper and flicked at it to make noise. And then she closed her eyes, and listened.

Or tried to. It wasn't clear. "I don't know, I can't tell." She was trying not to get frustrated, but it was hard considering their situation and her lack of knowledge to really be able to help.

"Hey, take a deep breath," he said gently, glancing away from the road for a second. "Don't force it, just keep aware of what's going on."

The farther they moved away from the town the closer the second car followed them which was fine with Mike. It would make the shot easier since he would have to use his handgun.

"It's always easier when you let the power come to you."

Her chest tightened with frustration but she did take a deep breath. She knew she could do it, deep down, she knew. But she didn't know how.

"If I wait for it to come to me, it might be too late," she told him, sighing and shaking her head, trying to pull herself together.

"They're getting closer." She didn't need to look in the mirror to be able to tell the headlights were stronger.

He took a hand off the wheel to squeeze her shoulder. "Take a deep breath and calm down."

He didn't want to deal with her panicking and screaming while they're driving. It would be incredible distracting. He let go of her shoulder, pulled his gun from the holster and rolled down his window.

"I'm going to shoot their tires and then we're going to make a quick turn and head back to town. You need to duck down so they can't shoot through your window, okay?"

Lydia looked over at him, surprised and, despite herself, took another deep breath, then nodded. Yep, she was definitely nervous about this whole shoot out thing, but maybe not necessarily banshee-nervous.

And she felt like she had to share that information with him. If nothing else, to reassure him.

"We won't get hurt in this," she said, sliding down on her seat, ready to duck completely when he turned the car around. She just hoped her feeling was right because she didn't want to think about what was going to happen if the pack did lose someone else. Even if it was her.

"That's good to know."

Mike took a deep breath then slammed on the breaks and turned the car to face the pursuing car. It wasn't a move the attackers expected. They were unable to respond quickly.

He was still moving. He rolled the window down, held his handgun out, his arm steady and shot three bullets into the front tires of the car. Then he floored it out of there, tires spinning for a moment before they rocketed off back the way they came.

After he turned the car around, Lydia remained in her position for a moment longer. And when she felt she was safe, she sat up and looked over her shoulder, just in time to see a man coming out of it and lifting his gun -- a smaller one, she couldn't tell what kind it was in the darkness.

And then he shot at them and the bullet bounced off the back of the car, making a deafening noise. To Lydia, anyway. She closed her eyes and listened for a moment, this time, taking a deep breath on her own.

And then she glanced over at him, eyes wide. "We're safe. For now, at least."

He winced at the bounce but luckily, whatever bullet it was didn't go through the patrol car's toughened exterior. Mike licked his lips and glanced over at her as he drove full speed away from the road.

"Great, good." He didn't fully trust her banshee instincts after she admitted to her lack of experience but it was still slightly reassuring. "Where do we go from here? Do you have someplace safe?"

He could drive like hell back to the station but then what? He couldn't live there until this issue was solved. There had to be somewhere they could go.

Lydia started to shake her head. And then she paused as an idea hit her. "We shouldn't go to either one of our houses, they probably have our addresses anyway but it'd be an obvious location."

She turned on her seat a little toward him and took a deep breath. "We can go to the lake house." She took a look around for a second, trying to locate herself then nodded as she sat up.

"Take the next left."

"The lake house?" He did as ordered and took a left. He had no idea where they were heading though and it made him slightly uneasy.

"Call your friends and tell them where we're going. Someone needs to know in case those hit men find our trail again." He slowed the car to blend in. At the moment standing out was the last thing he wanted.

He needed to look like any other deputy patrolling Beacon Hills.

"My family's lake house. It's about thirty minutes away," she told him, reaching for her phone inside her purse.

"I'll text them," she said, glancing at him sideways. She didn't know what the others were up to and she didn't want them asking too many questions. She didn't want them following her when she was with -- as far as she knew -- the next target.

"Take I-80 West, it's right off the road."

He was going to have to call the Sheriff about this. Whatever his boss knew he needed to know and the Sheriff would probably want to know about assassins and maybe needing some time off to deal with this.

"Okay. Don't worry, no one is following us." The road behind them was clear. They've escaped their pursuers for now.

"Is the house supplied or do we need to stop for food and other necessities?"

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