The Banshee // Teen Wolf - Season 7 // Not a fanfiction

a tale of the rise - part 1

It was cold and damp. Scott could hear the pouring rain. He could smell the wet soil that hid in between the pungent smell of blood which he realized only when he took a deep breath. He slowly opened his eyes to a pitch-black room with not a single source of light. But thanks to his powers, he could naturally see slightly clear in the dark. His eyes glowed bright red as he looked around to see and adjust to his surrounding. 

There were dried leaves everywhere which had become slightly wet. He wondered from where the sound of rain came from as he couldn't locate it. The sound came from everywhere. Was he underground? Definitely. Where's Malia and Lydia? He thought to himself. He moved around the small place trying to identify it. He stepped into something wet. Water. He bent down and came closer to it - A pond. A POND? He turned around to someone standing in front of him. His heartbeat rose for a moment but then he realized he was looking at his own reflection. REFLECTION? He headed towards his reflection as it got closer to him.

"No way," He said to himself as he realized that there was no way he could see his reflection in such a dark room as there was not a single light source but then ofcourse his bright red eyes. He moved a little bit further and bumped his head into a glass window. He felt the glass as he placed his palm on it. He pushed it hard but no, he couldn't use his power after a certain limit. Then it struck him. The whole place was made of mountain ash. Now he could see what was outside the little room - A pathway. 

He suddenly heard a rustle of leaves.

"Malia? Lydia?" He called out but no - maybe soundproof. 

"WHERE AM I?" He wailed. 

IN DEREK'S LOFT

Stiles knocked on the huge metal door.  No answer. Derek banged on it. 

"Stop banging on the freaking door you idiots, I'm coming" Peter yelled from within the loft. The door finally opened and they went inside. 

"We need your help," Stiles said. Upon hearing the statement Peter gave a grin, a grin you could imagine would appear when the strong seek help from the weak. In this case, Peter wasn't weak but he thought of himself as the intellectual one, overly intellectual than any other 'stupid teenager' and werewolf. 

"Oh, how may I be at your service?" He said proudly walking further into the loft to the others.

"We can't find Scott and the others, we have no clue where they are, we can't reach them and since Allison has taken them, I definitely know they are in trouble," Derek said sitting on the brown leather couch which he replaced, amongst other additions to the loft, like apparently a fridge for his Peter's beer and food, a mini gym with a treadmill and a boxing bag for when he really wanted to punch someone but couldn't. 

"So okay, Derek's theory is that they must be somewhere where there is no service on their phones. This means it cant be somewhere in Beacon Hills Preserve. Now, I tried the others and no response from them too" Stiles contributed.

"Allison took them?" Peter said walking around.

"Yeah she wanted to summon some demon named Zaron" Stiles replied. 

"Demon, summoning? That's going back a thousand years when" He stopped in between looking at the sky. 

"When what!?" Stiles said looking at him with curiosity. Peter was still silent.

"Okay this is his tactic, now spit it out already" Derek shouted.

"When Beacon Hill Preserve never existed, it was a plain forest and a lot of people practiced witchcraft and summoned demons all the time" Peter turned around, "There was a special place or a lair of spells and potions, supreme witches took care of the lair and they would never let anyone in there. These spells existed for everything - turning people, killing people, demons, etc."

"Then what happened?" Stiles said looking at Peter walking around telling this tale that fascinated him. He loved mysteries and this tale seemed to be one of the many he loved to hear and know about. 

"Then hunters happened - All of a sudden these hunters came upon the whole coven and just destroyed them," Peter said.

"Weren't they able to defend themselves? After all, they were witches" Stiles asked.

"Apparently amongst the hunters, was a creature - very innocent from the outside, disguised into a girl who had white hair, blue eyes. At first, when the witches saw her amongst them, they did not understand but then she opened her mouth to scream." He described.

"A banshee," Stiles said.

"Yes, a banshee - even witches become weak and mentally disturbed. The hunters took advantage of the precious moment and slaughtered all of them" Peter explained, "They fought with all the strength they had but at that level of energy and weakness they were outpowered"

"Any escapees?" Derek asked closely listening to this tale.

"No, unfortunately, all of them died" Peter replied.

"Where are the hunters now?" Stiles asked.

"Probably dead but still far away from Beacon Hills, after the killings, they knew that they cleared Beacon Hills of witches and so they left and continued their mission of eliminating the witches around the world" Peter finally sat down. 

THE DAMP PLACE - A few hours later

Scott was tired and because he couldn't do anything, he slept. He slept till now when he was awakened by a bright light. His eyes quickly adjusted to the place and he could see everything. He was inside a cage - a glass case. Around him, under his feet were leaves but now they seemed dry. The sound of the rain had disappeared. He was no more underground. For a second he thought he was in Eichen House but then he was too familiar with that place and he knew that this place was no match to Eichen House. He turned around to see the mini pond and besides that, there was a small thing - a finger.

"EW," He said. That explains the blood.

He looked outside the tall glass. The pathway - now clearer than the last time he saw it. It had a black carpet neatly laid on the floor. There were yellow capsule lights hanging from the ceiling that brightly lit up the passage. This place was expensive, Where was this place. He looked to his right and left trying to spot someone else. But no one.

Just then he heard footsteps arriving. A lady came in along with two men in black coats, with long hats. The lady was wearing a dress that was bright red and had flowers on it. She had dirty blonde hair neatly pinned to the side and she wore red shoes which reflected in the lights. Scott immediately recognized her.

"Lenore," He said to himself. She walked towards his cage and stood right in front of it.

"Hello, Scott Mccall!" She exclaimed into a small microphone which one of her black men handed over, smiling, "Welcome! Welcome! Welcome to THE CHAMBER OF THE DOOM!"

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