Stiles is kidnapped by a rogue alpha, leaving behind a hastily written letter that says simply 'He's here'. (prompt by the beautiful padafuckyou)
P.S If people like it i'll finish it and add some Sterek sex for good measure.
"You need help Scott"
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Came the frustrated reply at the other end of the phone.
"I mean, professional lycanthropy help you hairy dufus not psychological help. Though i'm sure most people would disagree with me."
Stiles slumped in his computer chair and fiddled with a paperclip, phone firmly grasped in his other hand.
He took a deep breath in, "What about that alpha guy?"
"Derek? AKA the crazy guy who your dad arrested for murder?"
"The charges were dropped Scott, and you know he's an alpha, he could help you."
"If he's an alpha, why doesn't he have a pack? The guy is crazy."
"Yeah you're right I guess, the dude's creepy. Don't worry though, we'll figure something out" Stiles put the phone down and rubbed his eyes.
By this time at night they were bloodshot and itchy, constantly reminding him that sooner or later he would need a good night's sleep. Truth be told, he hadn't had one since his mum had passed away. So many nights he'd wake up and realise he'd been crying in his sleep. His dad would never tell him that he called out for his mother in his sleep too.
Looking after his best friend was hard work, what with his new moonlit activities. Plus, being alone was a lot more taxing than you'd think.
Seeing as it wasn't too late and tonight was not a full moon, Stiles decided to go for a walk. Sometimes he would walk through the forest where Scott was bitten, wondering who did it and why. It was so close to being him, Stiles the werewolf. He could be with someone, and be co-captain of the lacrosse team. But he wasn't bitter, he liked being himself for the most part.
He pulled on his red hoodie and left hastily, making a beeline for the fence by the woods. Scaling it with minimal difficulty, he slowed down as a rolling mist blanketed the path ahead. After walking a long while, he thought he saw headlights in the distance that seemed to encroach upon him rapidly. They were very close together as well, and piercingly red. Shit.
All of a sudden he was pinned against a tree, hot breath clawing at his throat. The attackers breathing became more ragged and with every heave of his chest a beastly noise tore from his lungs.
"I know… who y-you are" Stiles managed to say through shallow breaths.
"And I know who you are" the man replied gruffly, not skipping a beat.
Claws brushed their way up Stiles's cheek, leaving thin red lines, small droplets of blood oozing to the surface threatening to drip. His hood was gently pushed back when the man examined the material in his hand. Stilesfelt him sneer.
"Little Red Riding Hood? I must be the big bad wolf then."
And in a split second, he was engulfed by the mist as Stiles was left in the exact same position, held by fear. He doesn't remember how he made it home.
"So what is it you've been wanting to tell me all day? Come on you've been avoiding it for hours since we've been at my house. Which we had to come to straight after school because 'we couldn't discuss it at school'. Now talk."
Stiles didn't want to tell Scott but he knew he had to, maybe he'd leave out the part where he nearly peed his pants.
"You're sure it was him?"
"Dude, red eyes, built like a tank I mean I could feel his god damned leather on my neck. It was Derek."
As the name fell from his lips, Stiles felt a cold chill ripple through his body. He couldn't figure out what it was about him that made him so scared, he was just a wolf, Scott was a wolf for Christ sake.
Scott was worried, he knew his best friend and he was never normally this… unanimated.
"Look, i'm okay, i'm just going to go home, sleep and never step foot in that forest again because it's apparently inhabited by TERRIFYING SIX FOOT WEREWOLVES!"
"At least it's just the one?" Scott smiled nervously, trying to make light of the situation.
Stiles apologised his way out the door and unlocked his jeep with shaky hands. When he was home he went straight to his room seeing as his dad wouldn't be home for hours and collapsed on the bed. I am so screwed.
In a few seconds he was drifting to sleep, only to find red eyes waiting for him. He sat bolt upright a blinked a few times to steady himself and his pounding heart. He needed some air.
His mum had made his curtains when he was just a boy, he loved them to pieces and hadn't been able to change them. They no longer matched his room but they meant more to him than everything else in there. Lightly fingering the soft fabric he pulled them aside and encircled his fingers around the window handle, ready to open it.
At that moment, a dagger of dread penetrated his chest as his widened eyes met fiery crimson ones. With little time to act, he scribbled 'He's here' on the back of a letter and threw it on his desk, hoping Scott would find it. His legs carried him down the stairs and out the door as adrenaline kicked in and momentarily overpowered the fear. Now at his jeep, he fumbled in his pocket for his keys when a hand gripped his shoulder from behind.
A fist with the power of five men struck the back of his head and he couldn't force a word to escape his lips before the darkness drowned his vision and all that was left was black.