it was cold, bitter weather as it usually is in the fall. and so the screaming begins; making my head pound. someone is about to play a game, one with death. I begin to scream unable to control my shrieks when my conscience comes to my aid, asking if I am okay. as usual, I say yes. I am incapable of ridding my power. I am a harpenter, a harpenter of death. all banshees are.
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later on the book will change from first person to third, it's just the writing style, it will be relevant later on! enjoy(:
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The End Cure
FanfictionLydia bowed her head in the jeep. "she's dead." she whispered. "she's dead." "who?" stiles was worried putting his arms around her. "All of them." I do not own these characters except for 2// all credit to the amazing Jeff Davis