The Banshee Tell
Chapter Nine : The Banshee Tell
Stiles and I slammed the door of the jeep shut. "Where is she?"
"Over here!" Allison Called us over. (Scott came on his bike.) Once more Lydia Martin had left the house and didn't know where she was going till she got there. Once more a Banshee screamed.
"Lydia?" I asked as her and Alliosn got closer to me and the boys.
"It's the same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And Stiles told me to call him if there's a dead body."
"You found a dead body?" Stiles asked not, jumping to his toes.
"Not yet."
"Not yet? What do you mean 'not yet'? Lydia you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body." My eyes drifted from Stiles and Lydia to Scott. He was slowly walking towards the corner of the wall.
"Oh no I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on." I started to move to follow Scott. Then I saw it.
"Guys! Scott found the dead body." A woman in a deputy uniform lay over the beacon hills high school sign. Blood flowing down over the stone letters.
"Tara?" Stiles' voice cracked when we saw what Scott and I were looking at.
I walked into english class. I don't know how Miss Blake could teach right now after what she saw the other night. Sometimes in my sleep I wake to the sight of a new dead body. Whether it's Boyd, or Tara, or Erica, it puts a weight on you that I can't describe.
"Idioms, Analogies, Metaphors, and Similes, All tools the writers use to tell their story." Figurative language. Really? I'm in class when people are dying for something I learned in third grade. "Lydia I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."
"You and every guy I ever dated Miss."
"Oh, un, well that was an idiom, by the way. Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture." I took out a piece of paper. I wrote the words 'like an emissary?' and passed it to Stiles. "They are phrases that only make sense if you know the key words." Stiles passed the note back to me. 'Yeah, I guess. Little weird how these things match up. Maybe we should keep our eyes on Miss Blake' "Saying 'Jumped the Gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or a phrase like 'seeing the whole board."
"Like chess." Stiles said out loud.
"That's right Stiles. You play?"
"Uhh no. My father does."
"Now when does an idiom become a cliche?"
I stopped listening when Scott leaned over the aisle to talk to Stiles. "I think I can get to Ethan."
"How?"
"I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."
"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles asked, leaning back in his seat.
"The druids are emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?"
Stiles moved so he was leaning over to Scott and me, "Okay first of all I cannot believe that the three of us have gotten to the point where a sentence like 'What if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?' actually makes sense to me. Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan"
"Which is?"
"Going through Aiden. Ever since he's been back at school they are always together. How are we gonna separate them again?" I sit up in my seat, then turn with the guys to face Lydia.
"What now?"
Stiles beconds for me to tell her, "Long story short, we need to get to Ethan, therefore we need you to distract Aiden. Preferably with Sex that way you get something out of it."
"Miss Martin, Mr. Stilinski, Miss Holmes, and Mr. MaCall, May I ask what's so important you need to talk about it during my class."
"We just watched one of our friends die. And another leave because of it. We're trying to griev. So talking about a writer's style seems useless." I say, hopeful she will buy the lie.
"I am sorry for your loss. But please don't interrupt other students."
After class I pull Ethan aside. Like literally pull, so, me him Stiles and Scott are on an abandoned staircase. "What- what the hell? Caitlin?" He asked as soon as I let go of his shirt.
"Sorry, it's just, well you don't like us, so this seemed like the only way to talk to you."
"Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?" Ethan said it looking right at Stiles. I guess he means it, he wants to win the war, and he wants to do it with the true alpha and his temporary sidekick the doppelganger of worlds. Why do we sound like bad batman villains?
"Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking--"
"OKAY!"
"Stiles I think we get the picture." Me and Scott say as we push his hands down.
Scott takes a breath. "We're talking to you because I know you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again."
"You don't know what we own them, especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas."
"So then what were you?"
"Omegas. In actual wolf packs, omegas are bottom feeders. The last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack."
"So you and your brother were, like the bitches of the pack?"
"Something like that."
I roll my eyes at Stiles' comment, "Okay, so what happened?"
"They were killers. I mean people talk about us as monsters. Well they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them."
"So why didn't you guys just fight back? Form Voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?" I'll give Stiles credit for the reference.
"We couldn't, we didn't know how to control it back then."
"Deucalion taught you." Scott relsied.
"And then we fought. We took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life. And we tore him apart. Literally." Ethan's body was shaking, and his jaw had tightened. You could tell he hates the kill.
"What about your emissary?" Scott asked, taking a step of the wall. Ethan just shook his head. "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"
"All of them except for Deucalion."
"You mean Morrell?" I asked. I never got an answer because, a tearing sound came from Ethan's chest. He brought his hand up to it. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"Not me. My brother."
My feet pick up, almost falling down the stairs. I prayed this was like Actually hurt and not just supper kinky. The soft pound of my rubber soled shoes on the tile was one of the few noises I could hear. When we got to the locker room, Aidan hit Cora over the head with a weight plate. Ethan and Scott held his arms back. As I pushed him father from Cora and Lydia (Who was fine thank god.) On the floor. In a few seconds Aiden dropped the weight plate.
"Hey! You can't do this!" Ethan yelled to his brother.
"She came at me!"
"DOESN'T matter! Kali gave Derek till the next full moon. You can't touch him or her." Ethan grabs his brother and brings him out of the locker room. Scott and I stay still for a minute.
"Guys." Stiles says, making us turn. "I think she's pretty hurt."
Scott does the oh so Scott thing and runs to Cora's side. He puts his hand over hers as his veins turn black. Slowly Cora sits up. She looks around for a second before pushing past all of us and goes to the sink.
"Are you okay?" Stiles asked as Cora started to clean the blood off her face.
"She doesn't look okay."
"I'll heal." As soon as Cora takes a step back from the sink she almost falls over. Stiles runs to catch her, but she backs away. "I said I'm fine."
"Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was? What were you think going after them?"
"I did it for Boyd! None of you were doing anything."
"We're trying." Scott says, taking a few steps closer to Cora.
"And you're failing. You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers. Running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed."
"SO ARE YOU!" I yell, taking three steps towards the HAle. "You're just a lot more reckless then us. And right now I want to say something like, don't expect us to come everytime you scream. BUt I know we will. So I'll see you the next time you put yourself in a stupid situation." Tears of anger start to form in my eyes. "I hope you heal."
With that I storm out of the locker room not wanting to deal with the youngest Hale. My feet moved before my head. I was walking so fast I didn't even think about the fact that I had opened the door of the School and walked out. I didn't even bother with Lottie and my car. I just keep walking. Walking and walking. I swear I saw Derek and Miss Blake making out.
Soon I found my point of destination. The west most point of town. Look out. I breathed in the air from the higher point of ground. It was sweet, much sweeter than locker room. Closing my eyes I felt a wind pick up as it often does when I'm at look out. I walked over to the ledge. I placed my legs over the sharp rocks and felt my hands move them so they wouldn't cut my skin. A new breaze passed over me, getting my hair caught in my lip gloss. I moved my right hand off the stones. The anger and pain subsided, it was just me and the emaments. I brought my hand up into the air, lighting it on fire. The bright orange light blended with the sun set.
I thought to all those nights with Scott and Isaac. Where both their eyes would light gold in the darkness of the woods. My hand would light a flame. The three of us would do crazy thing. I almost lit Isaac on fire because he scared the crap out of me. And a time Scott almost knocked me off the cliff. The three of us didn't care what happened, we had the right to be crazy and powerful, I mean once I locked Scott in a ring of fire. We didn't need to be human, we didn't want to be human. There was no one else around, even Lottie and Stiles never came with us.
I watched the town get dark and stars dance in the sky. The whole moment was interrupted by my phone rigging. "Hey Scott. What's up?"
"Where are you?"
"Look-out."
"So you're mad?"
"I never said that."
"You only go to look out when you're mad. At least you only go to look out alone when you're mad."
"Who said I'm not with Lottie?"
"Lottie does because she's walking into the school."
"Okay so maybe Cora pissed me off a bit. Why'd you call?"
"The next set of three, it's not guardians as in law enforcement. It's philosophers as in teachers. Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover. He was taken after you left School."
"Okay but how does that include Tara?"
"Before Tara was a cop she taught middle school.so the last one has to be another teacher, right?"
"Yeah but there are dozens all over town. And by now all of them are at home."
"No. The recital. meet me at the school."
"Okay, see you there." I hung up the phone.
When I turned around Ethan was now standing in front of me. His face was full of guilt and his eyes were sunken. Everything was just a little off. I mean his sweatshirt was shifted to the side, his hair was wet, just a little off. "Ethan?"
"I'm really sorry about this Cait. And I hope if we make it out of this alive you can find a way to forgive me."
"Ethan what are you-" I never got to finish my question because someone else hit me in the head. The stars started to turn white, then blue, then black, then nothing. Then It was nothing.
Third Person POV
Scott held his phone for a few more seconds after Caitlin hung up the phone. He was standing on one of the raised platforms. He took a few breaths in before walking back into the building. When he got to the auditorium, the first thing that caught his attention was the twin Alphas talking by the door. The next thing he saw, was the twin Holmes ignoring Lottie, the last thing that draw his eyes was Ms. Morell acting as if the reason these people were dead was a mystery. Lydia Martin soon came to his side.
"Lydia I thought you were going home."
"I can't. I don't know why I'm the one that keeps finding the bodies, but maybe if I just stopped tying to fight it, I'd find them before it happens. Maybe with enough time for someone like you, or Cait, to do something about it."
"You get me the time, and I swear to god, I'll do something about it." Lydia smiled as Scott gave her hand a small squeeze.
The two friends took a seat as the music began. It was somber but it was for the lost dead. Slowly it started to get louder, then softer, then louder. Just then Isaac, Allison and Mr. Argent walked into the room. The music got louder and a sound like whispers played over it. Stiles Stilinski walked into the room.
Lydia Martin entered the room that Aiden had told her too. There were no other sounds on this side of the building, other than the girls heels on the tile floor. When she walked into the classroom, a course started to play. "You recognize it don't you?" A woman asked the strawberry blond from the shadows. She then swang an old ruler over the young girls head, knocking her out.
Back to the boys in the room of the recital. Scott had started to spam Caitlin Holmes. Asking where she was. He then noticed that a certain red head was missing from next to him. Stiles and Scott raced down the halls, screaming for Lydia.
"LYDIA?"
"LYDIA!" Scott looked around with his second set of eyes.
"Scott, anything?" The beta shook his head, "She's not answering texts."
"Neither is Cait. She was meant to be here."
"Scott."
When Lydia woke she had tears stains one her cheeks, and blood on her head. Her english teacher Miss. Blake was trying the girl to a chair. Her vision was blurred but she knew the face. "What are you doing?" Lydia struggled out.
"What's necessary. I'm still surprised none of you seem to get that. You call them sacrifices, but you're not understanding the word." Miss blake responded. "It's derived from the latin sacrificum, an offering to deity, a sacred rite, A necessary evil."
"Stop.." Lydia moaned out, barely able to speak.
"Oh I wish I could. But you don't know the alphas like I do."
"Please stop."
"But you, Lydia, You're not a sacrifice. You're just a girl who knows too much." The teacher said. "Actually a girl who knew too much." She places a rope around Lydia's neck. Of courses Lydia starts to fight. "Lydia Dont!" But then Lydia wails, she shrieks, and scream, the call of a banshee.
Scott gripped his head at the sound. It was too loud, too painful. Every werewolf did. "Scott?"
Then Lydia stopped. "Unbelievable. You, Lydia, have no idea what you are, do you? The wailing woman. A banshee right before my eyes. You're just like me Lydia. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it. It's too bad though.. And too late." Miss Blake starts to tape the banshee to her chair.
"NO PLEASE." Lydia cried. The Darack took a breath before tightening the rop around Lydia Martin's neck.
Jeniffer Blake brings out a knife. "One last Philosopher."
Back in the adutornim the music got louder, and the people became unfomterbal. THe pianist played and played, till a string snapped and cut her in the throat. Her body fell to the floor. Everything seemed to stop as her blood spill over the stage. THen one girl screamed and so did everyone else. Allison Argent and Isaac Lahey ran from the room, one thought, find their alpha. No, not Derek. Scott. and the three Holmes girls who went to the ricidel run to the stage. One thing stood out. "Mistletoe." Lottie Holmes whispered to herself.
"Drop it." The sheriff yelled at the teacher who held a knife to her student's throat. But Jenniffer Blake didn't drop anything, she threw the knife so it would hit the right side of the Sheriff's chest. As the Sheriff fell to the ground a roar could be heard. Scott McCall was truly a wolf. His eyes shined bright yellow, and hair grew from his cheeks, a set of fangs rose from his teeth. If the Sheriff didn't believe his son before, he believed him now.
But the son to be true alpha didn't take the time to dwell on the Sheriff's face of confusion. He went after Jeniffer. He had to save his friend. He had to save his pack. He clawed at the druid but she was quicker. She used an old fighting technique and was able to knock the true alpha down. Blood spilled from his mouth as he hit the floor. Jeniffer black pushed a desk to the door, blocking Stiles stilinski from entering. The human fought to no avail.
The sheriff picked up his gun, "There was a girl, years ago. We found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you wasn't it?"
"Maybe I should have started with philosophers, with knowledge and strategy." The Sheriff shot the woman in the leg, but he watch the wound heal.
"Healers.." Jeniffer blake picked the Sheriff up with the knife in his chest. "Warriors..." She ripped the badge from his clothes, "Guardians..." She bent the metal badge in half. "Virgins." She finished and kissed the sheriff. Now to no one's surprise he didn't kiss back. When she backed away, her face was no longer young and pretty, but scared and skinless.
Stiles managed to get the door open and Scott started to stir. But in a blink of an eye, Jeniffer Blake and Noah Stilinski were gone. Right thru a window.
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