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The door to the room opened and a woman appeared. She was tall with dark short hair, muscular and fit. She was wearing normal clothes, but it was her face that caught Lydia's and Stiles' attention. She had giant claw-mark scars that ran down the left side of her face. The woman's eyes immediately looked to the two of them sitting on the floor.

"You didn't even tie them up?!" She yelled out-loud making her way to where Stiles and Lydia sat. Lydia immediately scooted closer to Stiles, worried at the furious look that crossed the woman's face as she charged towards Lydia. When she had reached them both, she grabbed at Lydia's face, holding her cheeks in-between her pinched hand bringing Lydia's face up to look at her.

When Lydia got a closer look she could see just how deep the claw marks were on her skin, and how her left eye must have been damaged too because it was cloudy and had a white sheen that covered her pupil. Making it even more scarier to be looking her in the face. Lydia had come across all kinds of supernatural creatures and here was what looked to be a human, and Lydia was more terrified than normal.

The woman smirked after looking her over, and quickly grabbed Lydia's arm and yanked her across the room. Dragging her back to where she had sat before.

"Hey let go of her!" Stiles went to grab Lydia to pull her back, but was met with a backslap to his face. Shock crossed his face as the woman didn't even turn to acknowledge him and continued to drag Lydia to the wall.

Lydia flinched as she heard the woman's hand come in contact with Stiles face, and she knew it was going to probably get worse than this.

When the woman threw her up against the wall, Lydia noticed metal cuffs and chains that she hadn't seen before. The woman began chaining her to the wall, still without saying a word.

As she locked the other cuff, the woman finally stood and moved towards the center of the room. Lydia was just grateful that Stiles wasn't getting chained up too, or at least not yet.

"Lydia Martin, the banshee."

Lydia lifted her head to meet the woman's eyes, eyeing her warily. Lydia knew not to speak.

"The lovely redhead we have been waiting for. I began to get impatient with you, as I wanted to have you in my grasp the night you joined us in the warehouse but your friends seem to work quickly." She glanced over at Stiles and rolled her eyes.

She began to pace back and forth, "Now I can finally enjoy your presence. The talbot bell made it quite simple." She pulled out a small golden bell that was rusted over and slowly shook it.

The sensation that filled Lydia at the sound of the bell was overwhelming, her body yearned to get closer to the bell. Her mind began going fuzzy and then the woman stopped, and just like that her mind was clear again. She had never heard of a device being able to conjure banshees but she wouldn't consider herself an expert on supernatural history either.

Stiles looked over at Lydia noticing her discomfort. He wanted to know what these people wanted.

As if Lydia could read his mind she asked, "What do you want with us?"

This made the woman turn in suprise at Lydia's directness towards her, and she laughed. "So much Lydia, so much you don't even realize. Or should I say Ariel."

Lydia's heart stopped as soon as she heard her nickname, a nickname her grandmother always used. No one knew that besides Stiles that one time the got stuck in Eichen. Her breathing began to pick up and she immediately got angry. What did they know about Lorraine?

"What did you just say?" Lydia lunged forward a bit, causing the shackles to clang on the floor.

The woman began to laugh again seeing Lydia's anger. "Ahhh I knew that would hit the spot." She moved closer to Lydia and crouched down in front her. Stiles was watching closely incase she decided to try and hurt Lydia. He wouldn't be able to do much but he could try.

The woman moved a stray piece of hair out of Lydia's eyes, "Lorraine Martin, also a banshee. Seems to run in the family doesn't it?"

It took everything in Lydia not to spit in her face, how dare she talk about her grandmother. Lydia decided she needed to stay calm if she wanted to hear more about what happened and how they knew her grandmother.

"Lorraine sat in the very same spot you did for a long time. When your mother decided to send her away to get help, she was brought here and used exactly how I plan to use you." She ran a hand through her hair and backed away to pace the room again. " You banshees are so helpful when it comes to us hunters."

This got both Lydia's and Stiles' attention. Hunters? What kind?

She stopped pacing and looked at them both seeing the confusion, "Not like your Argent friend, but close. We tend to have a wide variety of what we can hunt. Anything supernatural is the target. The earth was made for humans not you mutated species." She had a bit of a growl in her voice showing just how much she despised the supernatural.

"We used your grandmother to help us find creatures nearby, so we could hunt and kill them." She smiled. "And that is exactly what you are here to do."

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Scott walked back to Derek's reaching the front porch where Derek and the others had gathered. He shook his head.

"Nothing?" Derek said in disbelief at the fact that Scott couldn't pick up Lydia and Stiles' scent either.

Scott sat down on the wooden steps, "As soon as you enter the woods it just stops. The trail ends. No scent at all for either one of them. How is that possible?"

Malia moved to sit down next to him, "I can go try again maybe it's been covered by water or some other smell we aren't recognizing."

Derek shook his head and began to pace on the porch, "No that wouldn't do us any good, we have all checked multiple times and still nothing." He continued pacing, "We have to be dealing with something bigger this time, something we have never come across before."

Scott didn't know of any creatures that could cover scents, it was like Stiles and Lydia had never been there at the forest at all. As if they just disappeared all together.

"He didn't wait for me, I should have known he wouldn't have waited for me. He said he needed to go after her, and now..." There was anger in her voice, whether it was the fact that she was angry at herself or Stiles no one would know. Malia was hurting and she couldn't hide it anymore.

Scott moved his hand on top of hers, rubbing his finger in a soothing motion trying to give Malia some comfort.

"We'll find them. We have to."

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It was a neon yellow vile of liquid held in-between her two fingers. The liquid looked like something Lydia had never seen before, and she knew things were about to take a turn for the worst.

"This is your saving grace Lydia." She smirked and left the room for just a second, and that gave Stiles and Lydia enough time to lock eyes. Both saying what they needed to say to each other by their looks. This was about to get ugly.

Stiles had never seen a liquid that color yellow, and he was worried exactly what it was used for because he was beginning to understand that they planned to use it on Lydia. The thought made him feel sick. What would happen? He didn't want them going anywhere near her, yet alone injecting her with what could be a lethal serum. When he met Lydia's eyes he could see that she was worried, and he tried to keep a strong face for her. She didn't need to see how worried he was.

"So here is how this is gonna go," The woman entered again this time with a man. He was shorter, but just as fit and strong looking as the woman and he made a beeline for Stiles. Lydia realized that must have been the other voice she heard when she had first woken up. Grabbing Stiles and moving him to the opposite wall from Lydia where the other set of chains were. How convenient. Stiles tried to put up a fight but realized it might be best to follow orders when the mysterious liquid still lingered in the woman's hands.

"This serum here was made especially for your kind sweetheart." She moved to face Lydia shaking the bottle in her hand. " A serum that enhances the banshee abilities, and a serum only known by certain hunters. I consider myself lucky." She laughed. "It sure looks intimidating doesn't it? Well let me tell you, it holds up to its expectations." She smiled and shivers ran down both Lydia's and Stiles bodies. "You see this serum helps you help me in finding what I need. Supernatural creatures."

She began to pace back and forth now continuing her talk, "Now I don't want to spoil all the fun but you dear Lydia will be given a dose and so will my partner here." She moved to look at the man that remained silent that had chained Stiles up. "When he gets close to supernatural creatures, well let's just say you will definitely feel it. The closer, the more painful and I will leave the rest to your imagination."

Stiles couldn't believe what he was hearing, they were going to use Lydia to do their dirty work and all the while she would be in pain. There was so many things he wanted to say or do in that moment but he knew showing his anger wouldn't help. Also the fact that he was chained to the wall didn't help either. He did have enough curiosity to ask one question though.

"Why Beacon Hills? Why come here?"

The woman turned to look at Stiles, still wondering what to do with him. " Well first your little redhead over here was easy to track with the proper tools and I needed a banshee, but most importantly I'm here for Scott McCall and his pack."

Stiles froze, not wanting to show his tension. Scott? What did she know about the pack here? Then the realization hit him, they were going to use Lydia to track everyone in the pack. Meaning everyone they loved.

"Oh don't look so surprised honey, Scott McCall has a reputation. We just want to end it." She nodded to the man in the room and he left and came back with something silver in his hands. Lydia couldn't quite make it out.

It was then she noticed the woman pop the serum bottle into the silver contraption, and then she saw the needle.

Lydia leaned her head back against the wall, she couldn't believe this was happening. She kept thinking about how her and Stiles had gotten to where they were but then she found the harsh truth that it was her. It was her that led them to this basement, chained up on the walls about to be injected with some crazy banshee serum.

She felt her vision go slightly blurry and knew she needed to hold the tears at bay. She did not want this woman to see her cry, to see her be weak. She needed to prepare herself for what was gonna happen as fast as she could. There was no way she was going to help them find Scott and the pack. She would fight and she would fight as hard as she could.

As soon as the woman headed her way, a small amount of weakness filled her and she glanced at Stiles almost like she was asking for help. She met his eyes and saw the pain on his face, he was gonna have to watch this and whatever happened after the serum was given. They felt so far away from each other.

Stiles started screaming as soon as the woman started to walk towards Lydia, "Don't touch her!" He was pulling on the chains now, it hurt but he wanted to be loud. "Don't do this!" He so badly wished that they were back at his house, and Lydia was safe in his arms.

The woman had knelt down by Lydia, Lydia knew there was no reason to move or fight her. This was happening whether she liked it or not. The woman moved her hair away from her neck, leaving her skin exposed.

"Lydia look at me," Stiles was gonna have to try and help from afar. "Hey look at me okay? Just focus on me."

Lydia slightly nodded, letting the tears spill over as the needle was pushed into her neck.

Lydia screamed as the bright yellow liquid was being pushed into her veins slowly.

Stiles felt his heart lurch at seeing the needle enter her skin and how much pain she was already in. "Lydia, just focus on me." But her eyes shut from pain and he could see that he couldn't do anything. "Damn it! Stop! She doesn't deserve this!" His yelling did nothing though.

The woman slowly removed the needle once the vile was empty, and smirked at Lydia who was slumped back against the wall with her eyes closed breathing hard. She then stood and moved over to the man, and pulled another vile of the serum out and injected it into him. The man's reaction was mild, he gritted his teeth with his eyes clamped shut and before he knew it, it was over. Like he had done it before.

The woman patted his shoulder and he left the room. She walked herself to the door grabbing the handle and turning towards Stiles before shutting it.

"Enjoy the show."

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