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I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE CREATORS OF THE SHOW

"Oh Death, Oh Death, Oh Death."
"Won't you spare over another year."
"What is this that I can't see with ice cold hands taking hold of me."

Caroline spent most of her days at Eichen house ether reading, or getting into fights, or doing nothing. She didn't talk, sometimes she didn't even move, and only laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, and doing... Nothing. Not even blinking. The only times the redhead ever blinked or flinched was when someone died. Committed suicide, to be exact. She was a banshee after all. She couldn't only sense when death is coming, she can feel it when it happens. The inability to breathe as the rope was tightly secured around the persons neck. Sometimes the neck snapped, though to Caroline, it only felt like someone had pricked her with a needle. That's it.

The creepiest thing, was that sometimes she just started singing. Her voice was beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful. Her voice echoed trough all of Eichen House. Everyone could hear it at night.

They nicknamed it Echo House for a reason.

Until came the day her old pal' Stiles Stilinski arrived, was when she actually stood up, and moved around.
She knew trouble was coming, she could practically smell it.

After the day that Stiles was first let into Eichen House, Caroline felt this need to find him. Talk to him.
She didn't know why.

Was he going to die soon?

Caroline let her banshee senses take over and guide her the way. She walked through the empty corridors, barefoot, head slightly tilted to the right, and not blinking.

"Caroline?"

The girl swiftly turned around at the mention of her name. Her face instantly brightened and the empty look she had on her face disappeared, when she saw Stiles looking at her with a concerned look. Oliver, a patient Caroline has seen around many times was standing behind him.

"Stiles?" Caroline's voice broke.

Caroline looked like she was about to cry, she smiled a sad smile and ran up to him, attacking him with a hug, it took him a second but he wrapped his arms around her as well.

"Hey- it's okay, Care. You're okay." He whispered to her, as they hugged.

"I am so happy to see you." She whispered back.

"What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Caroline asked him after they pulled away from their hug.

"Yeah I'm fine." He hesitated.

"No you're not. You wouldn't be here if you were fine." Caroline said, her smile dropping a bit.

"Yeah- I'm not. I'm not okay."

"What's going on, Stiles?"

"You- you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Caroline let out a humorless laugh, "You- we're in Eichen House. You do know what that means right? Tell me what's going on."

"Okay- do you- what is your opinion on the supernatural?" He started to say slowly and carefully, as if talking to a toddler.

"I know." The words escaped her mouth without her even realizing it.

"You know?" Stiles asked her, honestly surprised the young girl knew. He seemed to have forgotten the reason she got sent to Eichen House.

"Yeah. I've known ever since I got here." Caroline answered the boy, looking down.

"But how? Who told you?" He asked her in confusion.

Caroline's face visually paled at the question and her eyes widened. She didn't look up at him. She stared at the ground with the same expression on her face she had when she let the in her banshee guide her.

The same empty expression. Except this time there was only one emotion in her eyes. One emotion nobody wanted to feel.

Fear.

You could clearly see the fear in her eyes as she slowly looked back up at the boy. But he only looked at her in confusion and worry.

"Care?"

"You." She said, her voice was shaky.

"What?" Stiles asked her in confusion, squinting his eyes and walking one step closer to her.
Caroline backed away almost instantly.

"You! You're the one who told me!" She yelled at him, making Stiles more confused than ever.

"Caroline, what are you-" Stiles started to say, but was cut off by Caroline.

"You told me!" She screamed. "You were there! You're the reason my mother sent me here!"

She let the tears fall. Stiles was looking at her in guilt, though he didn't know what exactly he felt guilty of.

"Nogitsune!" Caroline screamed, making Stiles quickly look at her with wide eyes full of terror.

"What did you say?" He asked her quietly, to make sure he heard correctly. You could hear the fear in his voice.

"Nogitsune. It's you. I remember now. You told me who you were." She nodded, more to herself than Stiles.

"You told me you were the Nogitsune. I kept on seeing you everywhere. In my dreams. In real life. You were trying to tell me something. I remember now."

"Caroline. What do you remember? What was I trying to tell you?" Stiles carefully asked her, stepping a little closer to her. This time she didn't back away.

Caroline opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by a deep male voice.

"Caroline Martin. Someone's here to see you."

Caroline and Stiles looked behind them, seeing a man in a white coat and Caroline's mother standing next to him, a small smile on her face.

"No." Caroline whispered, making Stiles glance at her in confusion.

"My name is death and the end is near."