Hey beautiful people, I'm back. Hello to the new people, and welcome back to the old.

Okay, I have to explain about the characters. Kira probably won't be in it, cause I'm not the biggest fan of her. Ethan and Aiden are not Alphas, but the Alpha Pack has not happened. Derek and Scott are both Alphas, and they lead the pack together. Stiles is a female, cause I have a thing for Fem!Stiles, and I imagine her looking a bit like Jodie Holmes from Beyond: Two Souls. Danny knows about the Supernatural. Everything else stays the same for powers and all, apart from the fact that Stiles is a Spark.

WARNINGS! Rape (non-con), fights and basic Teen Wolf stuff. Any more will be posted in the corresponding chapters.

Please R&R if you like. DO NOT read if it's likely to effect you in any way. Picture used is 'The Milky Way over Nugget Point Lighthouse, New Zealand.'

On with the story.

T.C

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Chapter 1

Assault

POV – Stiles

Let's just say that this was not how I was expecting today to go. It was suppose to go very differently.

Scott, Danny, Ethan, Aiden and I had been planning to go out to a new club near the outskirts of Beacon Hills, Round House, when the calling howl of Derek Hale stopped our plans all together.

Well, that wasn't going to stop the only two humans of the group from enjoying our night. I was just hoping that my fake ID would hold up.

When you have a name like Mieczysława Stilinski, people tend to think that you're lying about your name. Who the hell would make up a name like mine, cause I would like to meet them. Hence why I made Danny put Sally Sparrow on my fake ID, and that's why I'd made up the name Stiles. Easier to say and less chances of being bullied.

Thankfully my ID did stand up for me, thanks to Danny being with me, and we were soon dancing the night away – enjoying the alcohol and the feeling of being free. No adults, or sober werewolves, telling us what to do or how to act.

Danny and I had been switching who would buy drinks, and occasionally having drinks bought for us. Nothing better than not having to spend your own money on getting drunk.

The only thing about me when we go out is that when I've had enough, I want to go home. Normally, when there are more of us, we don't have to be alone when we leave. But as it was only the two of us, I stayed longer then I normally would. It was only when Danny noticed I wasn't having fun anymore, and drinking just for the hell of it, that he asked if I wanted to leave.

"Nah, dude. It's fine." I grabbed hold of his arm; hoping that it would stop the world from spinning, "Have fun. Don't kiss any guys though, cause I don't think Ethan would like that, and always use protection. We don't need you getting a guy into trouble." I pointed a finger at him, and started laughing, "Also, don't kiss any… You wouldn't do that anyway."

"Guys can't get into trouble. Only girls can."

"Really? Well don't get any girls into trouble either."

"I'm gay, Stiles." He shook his head, "You are so drunk. How can you get more talkative when you're drunk? You hardly ever shut up when you're sober."

"It's my superpower, but shhh." I put my finger to my lips, "Don't tell anybody, cause they'd get really jealous."

"I'm coming with you."

"Hey, look. It's Ethan." I pointed to some random person behind him, and slipped off and out the door when he turned around. Big Mistake.

Being the daughter of the Sheriff, you'd think that I would be a lot smarter than this. Normally I am, but when you have alcohol in your system – common sense flies out of the window, inhibitions lowered.

Don't get me wrong, I am smart. I'm just not smart when it comes to my brain being mixed with alcohol.

And if my brain hadn't been tainted by the after effects of the alcohol, I probably wouldn't have left by myself and accepted Danny's offer of leaving with me.

The walk to the bus stop wasn't very far, only about half a mile or so, but in my drunk state it was still going to take me nearly double the time to get to my destination.

Plus, it was kind of cold. This will teach me not to go out in nothing but a pair of black shorts, red converse – with odd socks and laces – a red halter neck top, and a thin, short sleeved flannel shirt, with no jacket or anything to keep me warm. My second mistake of the night.

One of the problems that I have found when drunk, is pretending to be sober when you get home or are trying to buy something from a shop. Same thing applies when trying to figure out how to appear sober to buy a bus ticket, when you can barely string two coherent words together.

My only problem was that I never made it to the bus stop.

While I was trying to make sure I had enough money to buy a ticket home, I didn't notice a dark figure standing in the shadows of an alley until they grabbed me; their hand covering my mouth to stop me from making any noise.

Once it had happened, there was no way to stop what was going to happen next. I knew what was going to happen, and nothing sobers you up more then the thought of what they were planning to do.

There was no way I could stop it or fight my way out in my foggy state; there's only so much somebody can sober up, even in a situation like this. Even my Spark would be no use - seeming as though I wasn't quite sure how it worked yet, and nobody was aware that I had it. Not even Scott. Only Deaton knew about it, and that was because he was some Obi-Wan Kenobi/Yoda mix.

"Look what we have here boys." The one who grabbed me said, not relinquishing his hold on my arms or moving his hand from my mouth, "We might be able to... gah."

Given it was five against one - and the one being very drunk - it probably wasn't one of my better plans, but it worked. He immediately let go of me and jumped back.

"You bitch." He spat, back-handing me when I didn't get out of the way fast enough, "You'll pay for that."

A smile graced my lips, even though I'd fallen to the floor from the force of the hit.

"What she do?" One of the cronies asked.

"She licked my hand."

I started to get up, only to be knocked to the ground again when a fist connected with my face.

"Son of a bitch." I muttered, spitting out some of the blood from my split lip, "At least wait till I'm standing before you're going to hit me."

They started to laugh, but they let me get to my feet before one of them kicked me in the chest and into the wall of the alley.

The wind was knocked out of my lungs, and hitting the wall hurt just as much as getting kicked.

"How was that?"

"Better, but not quite what I was meaning." I wheezed, trying to catch my breath, "I was thinking that maybe we could go get something to eat, or maybe you could let me go. What do you guys think?"

"Looks like we have a proper joker on our hands boys." He laughed, as one of the others punching me again, "It's a lovely offer, and I'd like to take you up on it but…" He pulled a knife out of his pocket, "I have a better idea."

Now I don't scare easily, not with werewolf, banshee and hunter friends, but I don't have the healing, kick-ass fighting abilities that they have - even if Danny, Allison and Lydia don't have the fast healing aspect of it.

"Can't we talk about this?"

After pondering his answer for a couple of seconds, he finally told me "no." before jabbing the knife in my direction.

Had I not jumped out of the way, the wound created would've been a lot worse then just a long, bleeding line across my abdomen. Jumping out of the way didn't make it hurt any less though.

"Is that the best you've got?" Shut up Stiles. You're not doing yourself any favors here; "I've had a lot worse than this in the past."

Okay, that is true. Getting attacked by werewolves, paralyzed by a kanima, kidnapped and beaten… The list just goes on. But the people attacking me now, didn't know about all the supernatural escapades that I go on.

"Is that true?" One of them asked, pulling out a switchblade and pointing it at me, "Let's change that then."

The next thing I knew, my head was being slammed against the wall, and everything went black.