:::Stiles Stillinski:::

Right after Ava ran out, Scott stood up and ran out with her. I felt a sting of jealousy in the pit of my stomach, but chose to ignore it.
It was Scott of all people. Besides, he had Kira.
They seemed to have been gone for a while. I was thinking about going out there to make sure nothing happened when it happened.
Lydia was in the middle of talking about these new shoes she bought to Allison, and out of nowhere she froze. Her eyes were wide, and she dropped the fork she had in her hand for her salad.
She slowly stood up.
"Oh no no no no." I stood up with her, my heart sinking. Was it Ava? Scott?
"Lydia... Talk to me." I said, as she started to walk out. The worker looked at us weird. I ran to her side and put a arm around her and laughed, looking at the worker trying to look...somewhat normal.
I opened the door as we walked out.
"Lydia, what is it?"
She started walking to the alleyway. The dark alley.
"No, this isn't a good idea."
"Stiles?" I heard someone behind me say. I turned to see Scott and Ava near her red jeep.
"Oh shit." I heard Scott say. He must have realized Lydia was in her...banshee mode.
Ava and Scott started to follow.
"What is she doing?" Ava asked. I could see the others are out as well now, having had to pay.
"We should just call Stiles' dad." Liam suggested. Lydia walked in the alley. I followed, merely hoping nothing would pop out from the dark. I saw Scott come near. He gently had Lydia's shoulders.
"Lydia, come on."
And then, she dropped to her knees and screamed.
Everyone stumbled back, holding their ears in pain.
Except for Ava.

:::Ava Bellemoore:::
I heard that Banshee's scream, but never have I ever heard a banshee scream.
It's the most scariest, loudest, ear-pinching, blood-curdling scream. I watched as everyone around her held their bleeding ears while I just stood there.
And it was terrifying. Terrifying because I felt like my eyes were on fire as they burned a glowing crimson red.
Terrifying, because I felt pain erupt in my back and something felt like it was coming out of it.
Terrifying, because I could suddenly see translucent white faces that I was sure weren't there before.
Terrifying, Because I felt a hand on my shoulder as I screamed in pain.
A black figure looked down at me. Somehow, I knew it felt sorry.
Somehow, I knew it was Death herself.
And then the abilities enhanced. I felt my hands itch, wanting to kill. My mouth water, my stomach growl as my body ached for souls.
But my friends were here. Too close.
I wanted out. Out of this terrifying, dark, alley.
Away from this screaming banshee, away from this pack of supernaturals, away from these faces and this figure and this feeling.
As if something somewhere heard my pleas, I felt a gush of wind and my body fly backwards.
All I could see were my hands reaching forward as I got carried away, into the sky, with my friends below me in the dark, terrifying, alley.