Hi everyone and welcome to my second part of the story, for those of you who maybe haven't read the first part i recommend checking it out, but if you don't have the time this story will fill in things that are needed to be known from the first, if you are still confused or have question just message me and i'll answer. Please, if you like the story follow, review and tell others. I also encourage you send any feedback, thoughts or suggestions such as characters, ships or whatever you like or don't. I really like to make my story an interactive event with those who enjoy reading them. If you have any questions, comments, thoughts or whatever shoot me a message :) I love hearing from everyone.

The body of a young man lied motionless. His clothing was soaking wet, and he looked dead, but finally he began to make groggy sounds. Slowly he began to stir, arms twitching, and finally moving. As he lied on the lush grass, he could taste the morning dew still left on it. As he began to move his head he could hear steps, with every bit of strength he lifted his head, but he couldn't see anything, but darkness.

"Help," He said in a shaky soft tone. His head fell back down to the grass this time some entered his mouth. The footsteps increased till he could feel the presence over him.

"Help me," The boy again said trying to raise his head. His eyes were fuzzy to the point that it was like looking through a kaleidoscope.

"Welcome to Hell Stiles," A voice said beginning to laugh. The boy no longer needed to guess who stood over him. It was his worst nightmare.

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A few days had past since Stiles sacrificed himself to save not only his friends, but also the entire world. Scott wouldn't have been able to even deal with the lose of his best friend without Isaac, who became his rock. The hardest thing was telling Sheriff Stilinski about what happened. Stiles was his world, and telling him his son was gone, was like reliving every bad thing that had ever happened to him ever. Seeing a grown man break down in front of him was unforgettable, Scott didn't even have words or answers to help. Even more when someone he viewed as a father figure pulled a gun on him and ordered him to stay away or he'd shoot him, Scott didn't blame him, because he blamed himself. Losing Stiles was like losing a brother, and Scott couldn't handle the emotional strain of finding his real brother after he escaped on his own.

The twins as well haven't been seen since that night, and that was for their safety, because they were on Scott's hit list. Scott's pack knew that eliminating Dray was going to be hard, but never would they expected the lose of Stiles to cause so much damage to every member of his pack. Lydia couldn't take Stiles death; She had a nervous break down causing her to be committed. Jackson, unlike what everyone would have thought stayed in town and continues to visit Lydia in hopes of seeing her recovering from her long lasting trance. Derek with no other options moved in with Scott till something could be worked out to address the issues with him, but he didn't care about not being from this world or anything to be frank, he barely left Scott's bedroom each day. Scott saw even more of himself in young Derek by how he reacted to the death of a love. Drew and the other witches disappeared right after that horrible night leaving so many questions unanswered. Scott tried hard to find them to get any information on what really happened and where that white light portal thing went. Although the monster known as Dray was gone from this plane of existence Stiles went with him, and that would be something you wouldn't wish on your worse enemy. Even though Scott was grieving for his friend he never said he was dead, because he didn't believe it. With his last breath he vowed to learn what happened to Stiles and bring him home if possible. Scott made a promise to never give up on Stiles even as days became weeks and then months. Scott never let the hope die of bring his best friend home.

Moving, even breathing hurt Stiles throughout his entire body. As he tried to move he failed, screaming inside his head over and over again to get him body to work was like torture. As the figure crept down and began stoking his hair, Stiles was helpless after using what seemed like every bit of energy he had in his body to call out for help.

"Poor little Stiles, it seems you haven't bounced back from our trip," Dray used his foot to turn Stiles over. As he began to blink his eyes over again images became clear, as Stiles lied on his back he could see the sky, he could see stars, and all of it brought him to a panic. He was terrified frozen and at the mercy of Dray.

"Can you talk yet?" Dray said leaning over Stiles. As Stiles looked at him he tried hard to scream, but couldn't get anything out but mumbles and random sounds. He began to focus on the beautiful glow of the twinkling stars in the sky. If he was about to die, he was happy that he had such a nice last sight in his sight, but now he had to look at Dray's face. Even though Dray was a fairly attractive young man with perfect fare blemished free skin on a face that made him look sweet and innocent, under that pretty face was a true monster. Male or female, it didn't seem to matter; they were all snared by his looks. His hair dark as his personality forced you to look into his soulless brown eyes that could catch your attention and bend you to his will, hell even his body was something to be impressed by somehow being bulky and lean at the same time, one could only compare it to a swimmers built with extra muscle. Still even thought under all his good looks laid a truly pure evil that had ruined Stiles and all of his friend's lives.

" I got to say Stiles I under estimated all of you, especially you," Dray said as he took a seat next to Stiles on the grass. He spoke calmly; his normal sense of attitude seemed faint in his words. "I can help you if you want?" Dray's word strikes Stiles hard, as he knew just what Dray was talking about. Stiles was manipulated into feeding on his blood, and Stiles still had a slight craving by the sheer mention of Dray giving him some.

"Die!" Stiles mustered enough strength to get the one word out in a mumble, but Dray heard it and started laughing.

"Stiles I'd speak to me with respect, or face the punishment, remember you are at my mercy now," Dray said with a hint of condescension in his voice as he stood up stepping out of Stiles vision field. Stiles head the sound of biting and when Dray stepped back towards him he could feel blood beginning to drop down on his lips. He tried to resist it, but with his limited mobility he was at Dray's mercy. The blood on his lips began to penetrate his closed mouth as more and more fell. Stiles refused to open his eyes and look at Dray as he was force-fed his blood again. Within seconds Stiles could feel his toes begin to wiggle in his Converse, and then his fingers. Then breathing didn't feel like an agenizing event.

"Feel better now," Dray said finally getting Stiles to open his eyes. Stiles rushed to his feet so fast that he rips out grass and set it flying into the sky as raced away from Dray. He caught sight of a light on inside a house not to far away. Stiles raced for it, knowing that if he got the people inside to let him in Dray couldn't get him. As Stiles ran he continued to look back at Dray, who didn't move from the spot he was standing in. Stiles didn't pay to much attention to the details of the large three-story gothic style house with so many windows, and four large marble columns in the front of the house. The large brick house looked familiar in Stiles head, but he couldn't place it. Finally he came with insteps of a large black door, with a strange looking knocker. A strong burst of air caused Stiles to turn out of fear. As he stood on the upper step he peered out into the darkness, but could see nothing.

"Oh god," Stiles said jumping back after turning around to see Dray standing in between him and the door. Stiles's foot missing the last stable edge of the last step sent him plummeting down to the dirt floor.

"This house looks familiar to you doesn't it?" Dray said walking closer to the edge of the step just as Stiles stumbled to his feet. Stiles was confused by how Dray knew what he was thinking again.

"How did you know I was thinking that? You can read my mind now!" Stiles blurted out concerned.

"Well it's not needed, being that this house belongs to the Derek, you know the person you sacrificed you life for," Stiles's eyes widened when he realized that the house in front of him was truly the Hale house. How could this be? He thought to himself. The house was fine, actually better then fine, no damage from ever being burnt down.

"How are you doing this? How are you making me see?" Stiles asked in a panic after seeing the Hale house standing right in front of him. The question gave Dray a small laugh.

"I take that as a complement Stiles that you think I could make this, but your wrong Stiles, this is over my current abilities," Dray answered back with that same hint of kindness.

"If this isn't Hell where are we?" Stiles asked face riddled with confusion.

"This world we are in isn't hell, or my prison, but it's young Derek's world, Your witches must not have known about Jennifer Blake's exchanging of Derek, and when they tried to open my plane, but they got this one because it was the last one opened,"

"Wait, are you saying that we are in Beacon Hills?" Stiles interrupted.

"Yes and no, this world looks likes yours, but isn't. I don't know how this world was made, its quite interesting and different, as you can see in this world the Hale house is still here,"

"This is where you sent Derek?" Stiles once again interrupted. Dray rushed into his face.

"Stop interrupting me," He said. Stiles gulped hard, frighten to his core by Dray. " I believe so, but who knows, I don't plan to stay here long enough to find out," Dray answered as he stepped away from Stiles.

"You can get out of here?" Stiles asked solely out of curiosity, but also a deep desire to go home himself.

"I will, but don't worry Stiles enjoy this world, I'll tell Scott you said hi before I kill him," Dray said disappearing into the forest. Stiles stood there for a few seconds taking in everything that Dray said. "This world was some kind of counter of his own?" He thought to himself. He couldn't help but think how cool it was at first, but then how scary. Throughout his life Stiles was a huge Sci-fi fan, but he never believed anything like this could be true, but a few years ago he could have say the same thing about the supernatural. Dray clamed this world wasn't hell, but for Stiles being away from his friends, Derek and his father made it feel like it.

If you liked chapter one follow the story and me, if your kind enough to take the time to review its greatly appreciated. Thanks again everyone :)

If those who read my first full story, you will see some over lap as i included some of this into the last chapter to give you all a little tease to what's to come. I extra thank all of you for continuing to read my work.