A/N

Characters: Derek/Stiles (Slash!)

Length: Multi-Chaptered. This is the shortest chapter in the whole thing. (probably won't be finished by the 15th. Fingers crossed. )

Takes place: AU, Year after the events of first few episodes.

Warnings: Slash. Unbetaed. Possible Continuity errors (report them as you see them!)

Disclaimer: Teen wolf isn't mine.

Okay, this is the short intro to my story. Will upload another chapter in about an hour or so...Peace. Enjoy, review, etc. Yeah.

The wind whistled through the trees, singing a song to those creatures of the night that listened and obeyed it's every command. Whirling and dancing through the night it brushed across the still forest chilling everything it touched. It was the presence that thrilled those inhabitants of the forest to no end and forced all those who dwelled outside, those used to the light, to flee in horror and distaste. The cold, icy wind blew silently for a moment, the trees almost seeming to draw in a deep breath of anticipation as all noise stopped. The forest held a collective breath watching; waiting.

Stiles broke through the forest in an all out run. Finally breaking the silence as if the forest itself had turned against him wanting his location revealed. He may not have been the greatest athlete in his school, hell on some days even the fat kids could take him but not tonight. Not when the adrenaline coursed through his veins and every gulp of air that he sucked in burned as he struggled desperately for more. He had to get away from here. He was, he needed, he…He stopped for one moment, just one second to catch his breath that was all he needed but suddenly there was a noise behind him and he bolted through the trees like a frightened animal.

That was undoubtedly what he was. He was nothing but a creature here in this forest; he was nothing but a hunted animal. Stiles knew in his heart of hearts that he was prey. He was smart, Stiles in fact, was bordering on a genius level intellect so it should come as no surprise that he'd seen more than enough animal planet to know that it wasn't often that the prey escaped the hunter. No, that only happened in clichéd stories and fairytales like little red riding hood. Even then those things only happened in the modern day versions not the original tales of horror.

Man, did his mind enjoy wandering. He wondered how it was possible that he thought it wise to allow his last thoughts to be of little red riding hood. That was a little bit creepy and paedophilic for his liking. Stiles was running so hard he could swear he could feel the muscles in his legs begin to strain under the pressure. He knew that any moment his legs would give out under him, he would hear the loudest pop ever and his tendons would snap, everything in him would give out an he wouldn't be able to escape anymore. The things hunting him would win and he would lose once that happened.

Stiles refused to fall prey like that, to be destroyed while he couldn't even move. He knew his face was covered in blood and sweat and tears. He would not go down like this. Once he hit the clearing he knew exactly what he was going to do. Even though his heart was beating so loud that it gave away his location and he couldn't even hear himself think over it Stiles had managed to come up with something resembling a plan. He stopped towards the middle of the clearing, cleaning his face and composing himself as much as possible. The façade was just that, fake as can be but he hoped at least it would be of a condolence to his friends (Scott) and family (dad) that he didn't look like shit as he died…

He could feel it now, the wind wasn't against him anymore. It was if the air itself had decided to commend him for his decision to die gracefully and with as much pride as he had left. Not that he had that much to begin with, what with the way he was constantly falling over and shit. Whatever, he could deal with that when he got to meet the big cheese up in heaven. He felt the air quiet and the presence of his hunter grew closer no, not closer…bigger somehow.

Standing in the clearing he had to consciously fight the scream that wanted to tear through his lungs as he felt two large hands press themselves over his eyes from behind. His body stiffened as adrenaline surged through him. His heart skipped a beat and he was sure he was going to die when the voice whispered seductively, "guess who?"

The man stepped even closer with his words leaving absolutely no space between him and stiles and as he pressed closer to him Stiles let out a low whine that was a cross between panic and fear and his desperate desire to bolt…His heart was pounding loudly in his chest, his body shaking with fear waiting for what happened next. He could feel those arms slipping down pass his eyes to grip him around his waist pulling him even closer than before.

This was it, this was his final moment and in that one moment Stiles could do nothing put scream as the man whispered in his ear a chuckle of amusement in his voice. "Boo."