Looking around this place it seems so different. Yet, it seems exactly the same. Five years hasn't done much to this town. Five years, wow has it really been that long? I pull my cloak around me tighter. Why is it so cold? I didn't think I could get cold. Then again, I have spent a lot of my time in South America. I am still unsure if this is the right place to run to, I have never been safe here.
People give me strange looks. As if they have never seen anyone in a red cloak. My time in the jungle has made me hate human interaction. I only tolerate people when it is time to feed. Their stares make my skin crawl. I want to just run to the woods, the more buildings around me the more I feel like I am in a cage. I shiver thinking off the cage I use to live in. I have to stop thinking about it.
Looking around I see the confusion on everyone's face, as if they recognize me but can't place my face. I pull my hood farther down on my face, not just because of the wandering eyes, but also the fact that the sun gives me a headache. I keep my eyes trained on the ground, trying to remember my way. Thankfully I catch my father's scent and am able to follow that.
Finally I've reached my destination. I walk into the claustrophobic building with my head held high. Once at the front desk I clear my throat to get the woman's attention, ignoring the pounding of her blood.
"Yes, how can I help you?" She says a little annoyed.
"I'm here to see Sheriff Stiliniski." I say behind the shadow of my hood.
The woman only frowns at me. He dark hair falling out of her tight bun slightly. "And who might you be?" Her voice is curt and snippy.
I smirk, pulling my hood back in the safety of the building. "I'm his daughter."
Five Years Ago
Blind folded and tied to a chair, my day couldn't get any better.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I ask without thinking.
Laughing breaks out from my left. I know that laugh. Where did I know that laugh... Oh fuck. It's Kate. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Stiles, its so nice to see you again." She purrs.
A hand runs up my arm making me jump. "Nice to be in your presence Kate or wait, that's wrong. I don't much like being around psychopaths."
I am slapped as soon as the words leave my mouth. My head is thrown to the side and my tongue is caught between my teeth. I muffle a groan as I spit blood in the direction I believe Kate is at.
"Naughty girl. Don't you know how to behave yourself?" She says as if she is talking to a child.
I grit my teeth. Blood starts to fill my mouth again, but I wait. I feel Kate's breath in my face.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" She whispers seductively.
I take my moment and spit in her face. She hisses, retreating form me. Sounds of an upset cat leave her. I wait for her to start speaking again, but it never comes. Instead I am punched in the gut. I groan in pain. Maybe spitting at her wasn't a good idea. A punch to my jaw has my head spinning. I see light spots in behind the darkness of my lids. Then I am flying through the air. I slam into a wall, smashing my hands and shattering the chair. I gasp as I fight to bring air into my tight chest. I hear footsteps as Kare lurks around.
"Why do you want me?" I wheeze.
I receive a chuckle in response. "Because I want to tear down the McCall pack from the core. You, a measly human, have been able to hold them together. But from what I understand, if you disappear, the whole pack crumbles."
I gape at her or more less the darkness I face behind my blindfold. The pack doesn't need me. They will be fine without the weakest member. I can't let her know that though. "They will find me." I threaten.
Again Kate laughs. Is this all this bitch knows how to do? Laugh sinisterly. "I'm sure they will, but by then I will have already had my fun with you."
My mouth goes dry. What all does she have planned for me? Does she still have some berserkers? Oh fuck, please Scott, find me.
Kate purrs in my ear, making me jump. "That's right, Stiles. You should be scared. The whole pack won't even be able to recognize you once I am through with you." She finishes her threat with a punch to my face.
I am assaulted with her fists until I loose myself in the fogginess of blacking out.
When I wake I am no longer blindfolded. one perk, but I am tied to another chair. I look around the musty room. We aren't in any ancient church, but more of an abandoned apartment. There is no furniture other then the basic stuff that someone would leave behind when moving. Again I pray that Scott finds me. He has to. We have always found someone that has went missing, dead or alive. Which will I be? My stomach growls against my will.
"Is someone hungry?" I look to see Kate in the doorway of what I assume is a bedroom.
"Yes, why don't you go hunt something." I snap.
If I am a hopeless case, might as well go down kicking. My sarcasm is my only defense for now.
Kate smirks, eyes flashing green. "You know a smart mouth like that will get you killed." She growls.
I smile at her. "I thought I was dead anyway."
Kate smiles showing off her fangs. I can't help but squirm under her gaze. "What would you like to eat?"
I narrow my eyes at her. "Lobster, steak, and red wine. Oh, and a salad would be lovely for an appetizer."
Another sinister smile graces Kate's lips. "Coming right up."
I watch as she goes into the kitchen area and starts to fix something. Her back is to me, hiding what she is making. I hear a can opener and some banging. What the hell is she fixing? She could be poisoning it, it would make it easier to kill me that way. But then again, she wants me around for awhile so she can torture me throughly. When she turns around she has a silver bowl and spoon in her hand.
"Your lobster and steak is ready." She stops in front of me, showing me the contents of the bowl. Wet dog food. "You like to live with the dogs, might as well eat like one."
I quickly look up at her with wide eyes. "You're joking right."
She only smirks and brings a spoonful up to my lips. I clamp my mouth shut, turning my head away.
"Oh that's not nice manners." She huffs.
Sitting on my lap, startling my hips, she holds me down as she attempts to feed me again. I turn my head every which way, avoiding her. Finally she sits the bowl down and grabs my jaw in a bruising grip. My eyes water as I pier into her piercing green orbs.
"Open up." She coos as she forces my jaw open.
The spoon is shoved into my mouth, dumping the contents on my tongue. I gag at the taste of the fowl substance. My attempt at spitting it out is ruined when Kate clamps my mouth shut.
"Chew and swallow, bitch." The jaguar growls.
Tears leak down my cheeks. Seeing as there is no other way, I do as she commands. Once I swallow she allows me to open my mouth as a coughing fit takes me. I gag as if I can feel the slimy food hit my stomach. Before I can catch my breath another spoonful is shoved into my mouth. For what seems likes hours this process continues until the bowl is empty.
Kate stands and walks back to the kitchen. From the sound of it she is making something else. I cough and gag, fighting the urge to vomit. Kate returns with a glass of water. She presses the cool surface to my lips.
"Drink." She commands.
I take the water gladly, even if it has an off taste. Once the glass is empty she takes it from my lips.
"Good girl." She says, patting me on the head.
She goes back to the kitchen. I pay no mind to her. Taking deep breathes, I try to calm myself. Is this going to be my last days? Eating dog food? Scott will find me. He has to. Or will he be too late? But why is it always me? The kanima attacks, Peter's creepy interest, possession of a Nugistune, even Derek's hatred has been focused on me. Now I have to be kidnapped by this crazy bitch.
"Quit your worrying. I am done with you... for now." She says as she sits in front of me with a bowl of spaghetti.
Where the fuck did that come from? I watch her eat a few mouthwatering spoonfuls.
"Is this part of my torture?" I ask eyeing her pasta.
Kate only shrugs. She seems different. As if she doesn't have a plan anymore. Unlike when we were facing her at the church. Did the wolfsbane do this to her? Or is torturing people all she have to live for? God I know Kate is a psychopath, but Kate without a plan scares me. Because I don't know what to expect.
"So Kate, how was it to have your brother turn on you?" I don't know what possessed me to say those words, but I am already regretting it.
In a flash Kate has forgotten about her dinner and is wailing on me. I am beaten until I pass out.
A/N: Hey guys! I am unsure if I should continue this story. I really want to, because I actually have an idea of where this can go. But if you all want more I will gladly give it to you! Just let me know! I already have a few chapters written so I might upload them before I decide on keeping the story going or killing it. Again just let me know your thoughts. Love you all! Until Next Time!