Stiles' POV
A hand around my shirt pulls me to the surface. Coughing and spluttering I chock up the water.
"You left him under for too long, he could've died." A deep voice says from somewhere in the room.
"Oh, be quiet." This voice is smooth like velvet, much higher pitched of a women, "I was just showing young Stiles here that I have the power and he doesn't!"
I hang onto the side of the tub the searing pain in my whole body making it difficult to keep myself up. My arms shake and my head pounds, "What do you want from me?"
"Thank god you didn't kill him," The woman walks over to me, crouches by the tub and places her hands gently on my back and pats lightly.
"We want Lydia, the sweet Banshee you have become quite equated with."
I struggle to look up at her. Her piercing blue eyes glare into mine, a wicked smirk across her ruby red lips, "You'll never have her, I won't let it happen."
A sharp giggle leaves her lips, "Oh, Stiles, how will you stop us?" She stands up, and I swear I see her eyes flicker to a deep ivy green colour.
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After a few hours of sitting in a stone room, chained to a wall, with no food and in freezing cold wet clothes, the door opens and a small tray of bread and water slides through it. I eat up and gulp the water down. My stomach contracts instantly and the very slightly digested contents of my stomach returns onto the tray. I collapse into a heap and fall into a fitful sleep.
Lydia stands in my bedroom, pacing back and forward in front of my ideas board, a large red marker in her hand. She taps the marker against her teeth as she thinks. 'He could be anywhere, Malia was right, there's no chance of us finding him.' She runs her free hand over a picture of Eichen house, the bones in her body go ridged, her pupils dilate and she crumples to a heap on the floor, blood pouring from her ears and nose.
I wake, screaming. The dream seemed so real, what if Lydia is hurt? I take a shaky breath and clench my fists my nails digging into my palms, stopping myself from having a panic attack. She'll be okay, it was only a dream, it was only a dream, wasn't it?
