Replaced By Her (Stydia)

Chapter 2

A/N: This chapter is based on 4x01. I didn't remember the leader of the scary Mexican hunters name, so I'm just calling her Arya. Enjoy!

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Stiles and I were a block away from the hunters HQ. I really didn't like the plan. There was a voice in the back of my head whispering that something was going to go horribly wrong. It wasn't like the banshee voices when someone is about to die, it was more like a gut feeling. Every time I started to say something about it, he basically told me to shut it. I bit my lip but sighed as we approached the door. I asked the bouncers if this was the party in spanish. When they told me there was no party I turned to Stiles. he pulled out the card with the skull on it and flashed it to both the bouncers and the video camera. We walked to the bar and ordered drinks.

In no time there was a big guy over and questioning us. I was terrified and wanted nothing more than to hold Stiles hand for comfort and confidence, but knew that if I did, it would just expose my own weakness to everyone. With faux confidence I dropped the bullet into the drink and told the guy we weren't there for the party. He led Stiles and me into the back where the terrifying boss lady was. I continued to act with faux confidence even when she was asking about my powers as a banshee. Suddenly everything changed and we were grabbed and tossed into a room that seem to be unescapable. I looked at Stiles absolutely terrified. He didn't look at me but he looked worried.

"Everything is going to be fine. There's no way they get Kira, Scott, AND Malia." Stiles half said.

Within a minute the others were tossed in. They were all unconscious. "You were saying?" I grumbled.

"Could you shut up for like two seconds and help me find a way out?!" He snapped.

I visibly flinched away from him. Without another word, I started checking the walls and door for any possible escape point. I couldn't find one anywhere. Looking at Stiles, I could see he was reaching the same conclusion. He started cursing angrily and punched the wall a few times. Stiles eventually picked Malia up and walked to the far side under the sinks and laid her down so her head was on his lap. My heart ached when I watched him. He was so careful with her. I wish he'd still treat me like that. Like he comforted me when I thought I was wrong about Barrow. I missed those days.

To distract myself from the Stilia moment on the other side of the room, I started adjusting Scott and Kira so they'd be more comfortable.I stood up straight and took a step back. I was a couple feet in front of the door facing away from it when I heard it open. Before I could react, I was being dragged out of the room. The last thing I saw before the door was slammed shut again, was Stiles beautiful golden eyes filled with fear. I tried to fight the two large guys as they brought me up to the table outside.

"So miss Banshee," I looked at Arya "tell me about your powers. How do they work?" Her eyes were cold and calculating. "How much time do you need to tell when someone is going to die?"

"I don't know." I whispered. Tears were streaming down my face. "I don't know how it works."

"How close to their death does it have to be?" She continued to stare me down as she spoke.

"I don't know." I repeated.

"Minutes? Seconds?"

"I don't know." Peter's words were ringing in my ears. Make no mistake. They will kill any supernatural being they deem as a threat.They will kill you without a second thought, Banshee. I was shaking with fear. Were they going to kill me?

"Tell me Banshee!" I shake my head. Out of no where she throws a knife at one of the guards in front of us. I shrieked.

"Wh-Why would yo-you do tha-at?" I stuttered.