Before Isaac's eyes were even opened he could feel them blaze yellow, he thrashed around endlessly, growling like a rabid dog unable to focus on anything other than the fact he couldn't fight back to whatever the hell was going on.

"Isaac," he snapped his head to the small voice but his anger only allowed him to see the pulsing of a heart beat. "It's no use fighting. You'll only make it worse for us both." She seemed almost angry at him and his ears started ringing from how loud he was growling so he quietened his growl and looked around.

He was on a double bed. A four poster double bed, though obviously considering the bindings being tied to the end of his limbs and the posts, it was not for decoration purposes. Different shades of green and blue covered the bed sheets that he was sprawled across.

There were cream walls with an overly sized television on each of the four walls surrounding the bed. The bed was in the middle, Isaac realised, not against one of the walls.

The person who spoke to him was sat curled up on a couch in the corner, a green floral print couch that made Isaac's brain whirr.

There were no windows.

Two archways in the same wall, with the television between them, and from what he could see, one was a kitchen and the other a bathroom.

Isaac's eyes settled on the industrial sized metal door with a slider window. It reminded him of the jail doors that he would see in programmes.

"Where are we?" He growled as his anger started to dissipate realising there was no use in fighting.

"Great question." She spat at him and Isaac turned to look at her in shock.

"Allison?" He asked and she studied him for a moment. "Why are we here?" His voice is gently suddenly and Allison drops her feet to the floor, more relaxed.

"I don't know Isaac. We've been here for four days though." Allison seemed worried in telling Isaac this information and he tried to control his fists as they clenched.

"I've been out of it for four days?" Isaac shook his head in disbelief, Allison watched as the hair on his face slowly disappeared, his teeth returned to normal, his eyes became blue again and his hands turned human.

"I think someone messed up how much they injected you with, when you were first put in here the men were yelling at each other about whether you'd die."

"Nice to know. So you weren't knocked out?" Isaac raised his head awkwardly to look at Allison.

"I was knocked out but with a bat, not an injection." She said sourly and Isaac's face tensed. "I'm guessing now we're both conscious we'll find out why we're here though." Allison told Isaac and he agreed.

"Quite right, Ms Argent." Both Isaac and Allison's heads snapped to each of the television screens where a mans face appeared. He wore a werewolf Halloween mask and in other circumstances Isaac knew he would have chuckled. "I hope you're both comfortable here, I tried extremely hard to make the living arrangements to the best of my ability." The British accent was strong.

"What do you want?" Isaac asked angrily, his eyes flashing yellow.

"You know I've spent years looking for you Mr Lahey. Well, not you in particular. But your kind, most definitely." The man adjusted his mask to sit straight instead of lopsided. "Who'd have thought that Beacon Hills was quite literally a beacon for the lycanthrope kind. I had quite a debate on my hands as to who I wanted, genes and all are a terrible nuisance if you get the wrong kind. You see, first I though of Erica and any man. Then I realised, that she was just too crazy to care and would kill herself to prevent me from getting what I want."

Allison glanced at Isaac, he sensed this and looked at her.

"Then I considered Boyd but he was far too untrained for me. Of course there was Scott and Allison. It very nearly was Mr McCall but you see, people care about Scott. Far too many people care about him and eventually I would have been caught. Derek was too...broody for my liking and then Mr Lahey I noticed you. In that frightful motel." The man took a deep breath. "I nearly had to step in there, I couldn't have my potentials killing themselves. Shall I tell you what made me choose you, Isaac?"

Isaac remained silent, staring at the screen in front of him.

"Your desperation for approval. First with your father, then Derek, then Scott. I realised that because of your loyalty to Scott, you could never harm Allison, you would never let her harm herself. You wouldn't dreaming of harming her child because of what your father did to you."

"Your pregnant with Scott's child?" Isaac snapped to Allison who was pale faced as she sat watching Isaac.

"No."

"I don't understand." Isaac said slowly and Allison closed her eyes to calm herself even though Isaac could her heart racing.

"They're going to make us sleep together, Isaac." Allison informed him and Isaac stared at her before looking back at the man with the mask.

"She's awfully smart isn't she?" The man laughed and then the screens went black again.

A silence sat in the room as Isaac tried to piece it all together and Allison waited patiently for him to do so.

"They can't force us to have sex." Isaac concluded and Allison sighed.

"Of course they can! They'll find leverage, Isaac!" She snapped at him and he nibbled his lip.