He was running through the woods, and yes he was tripping a lot! What else would you expect from Stiles. What was unusual you ask, well Stiles Stilinski hadn't ran since he broke his foot in eighth grade PE. Also what was unusual was he was outrunning them, or so he thought. The monsters clawed at his heels making Stiles throw his feet forward as he let out a yelp, slamming into the ground. "Balls…" Stiles huffed as he cradled his scrapped knees. "Jackson… What. Are. You. Doing." The teen in question replied with a menacing grin. "I must admit watching you run like that is quite amusing, I don't know how you manage to stay on my lacrosse team." He chuckled quite happy with himself.
"Why the hell did you need to scratch me, those are going to scar!" Stiles yelled.
"I didn't scratch you, do I look like an IDIOT!" Jackson's eyebrows pulling together in a frown. Stiles only answered with a smug grin, of course Jackson couldn't admit it when he got a bit too 'wolfy' he thought to himself. Suddenly Jackson's face went blank and his eyes glowed yellow, as a growl escaped from his lips. "We aren't alone… Are we?" squeaked Stiles. The glowing red eyes that were bored into Stiles' memories suddenly re-appeared. "The alpha twins."
He woke up, although it was pitch black so Stiles presumed he was dead. The scratches on his ankles starting to sting and his neck sore. Surely enough he couldn't be dead how could he feel pain if he were dead. "I have to be alive, God wouldn't let me walk around Heaven with bleeding ankles, would he?" A quick gasp escaped Stiles as he had an epiphany. "What if I'm in Hell! It would explain the darkness, no windows aye?" He mumbled, obviously his sarcasm didn't die with him. As soon as the sentence escaped he heard the chuckling, identical but coming from two different directions, two different people. "Yep, definitely in Hell." He breathed almost forgetting he was speaking aloud.
"If you stop rambling maybe we will turn on the lights." It had to of been Ethan, he was always the talker out of the twins. "Maybe if you ask me nicely I won't make my big, bad alpha kill the both of you." Trying to keep his heartbeat steady around two alpha werewolves with a terrible sense of humour was quite the challenge, Stiles only hoped he wasn't giving away all his trade secrets when he gave them both a confident smile still without knowing where exactly they were standing. "Well, I guess you will just have to see in the dark… Too bad you don't have night vision like us, if only you were one of us." Snickered one of the twins, he still didn't know so he would just have to assume it was still Ethan. Suddenly a pair of fangs tickled up the right side of his neck, slowly tracing his throat down to his collar bone resting in the perfect spot you would expect to be bitten. Stiles gulped, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as tears pricked his eyes. He suddenly regained control of his emotions and sarcasm managed to find it's way back to his mouth. "I wonder which of you Derek will kill first, either way you will both feel it. Pain transference is a bitch like that." The alphas must not of thought this through because both of them suddenly froze, the one about to bite down going tense and slowly withdrawing himself from Stiles' throat. Ah yes, even just the name Derek Hale could save him, or so he thought.
His eyes fluttered open, the blinks becoming solid and a crease on his brow forming. He was now tied to a chair… Great. It was still pitch black, either that or he had gone completely blind. He left that worry to brew a second too long. "Finally you decided to join us again. Good nap?" Snapped Aiden. He knew it was Aiden because Ethan never lost his cool, or at least he never showed it. "So to what do I owe this hospitality." Honestly Stiles' last words would definitely be something sarcastic. The twins seemed to ponder the thought and Stiles was honestly beginning to question how they had gotten this far in life maybe they only had half a brain each. He had read tons of stories on conjoint twins, connected at various limbs, maybe these knuckle heads were connected at the brain. "You think you're so much smarter than everyone don't you. Maybe Derek won't care that we have you now." Okay that one definitely hit somewhere sensitive. "What I hope you didn't think we would let you go, did you?" Wait what! "Anger Stiles? Well isn't that a new smell coming from you. Normally it's just fear and self-pity." Okay now the twins were finishing each others sentences so he let out a fake but well portrayed yawn acting as if the last two sentences didn't hurt. Maybe he would take up a career in Hollywood if he got out of this alive. His chair was suddenly pushed back and Stiles almost braced for the fall, not regretting his almost reaction when the chair was held in place, someone suddenly breathing in his face. He scrunched up his nose, "Sorry would you like a mint?" Yep, he would definitely be going to Hollywood after this. "Okay Ethan cut the crap." Called Aiden, confirming his thoughts in identifying the identical twins… In the dark. Maybe he was better at this than Lydia or Danny would ever admit. Ethan sighed. The lights flickering on and Stiles almost having an epileptic fit at the sudden new sensation of sight. He was in a warehouse. Haha werehouse! Maybe stand-up comedy in Hollywood! He thought. Heavy machinery around him and the smell of lead gave him no clue as to his whereabouts. He was definitely not in Beacon Hills, there wasn't a building this size anywhere in the town except for the hospital, Beacon Hills High School and the newly rebuilt Hale house. Derek! He remembered, his one shot as getting out of this place. Scott wasn't much of a hope considering he was probably making-out with Alison. Ew! He snapped out of that thought quick only to find both alpha twins now standing in front of him with puzzled looks. "Do you always think that much? Wait, I don't even care." Said Aiden rolling his eyes. "Anyway, we want in the pack." Ethan stated matter of factly. Stiles could not help his jaw dropping and his mouth resembling that of a fish. "You, what?!" He shouted. Aiden rolling his eyes again. "We said…" Only to be cut off by Stiles shaking his head.
"I heard you," Head still shaking, a hundred thoughts overloading his brain. "No! The answer is no." He sat there for a minutes the twins still waiting, obviously they were waiting for a different response. "You tried to kill me… Twice! Plus packs don't work with two alphas, well three if you even count as different people. Do you not remember last time you guys were in a pack, it also had multiple alphas. Remember we killed them all, except you two and I'm regretting that now. Or what about the pack before that remember? You killed them all! I wouldn't say you guys have good experience in a pack. Believe it or not our pack doesn't kill each other!" Basically screaming Stiles' eyes were doing the crazy thing he does whenever someone gives him too much caffeine. "Exactly, that's why we want in your pack, it's not some massive power competition. Plus we already solved the multiple alpha problem, you're right it doesn't work with multiple." Stiles just scoffed them both. "Are you kidding me! You plan on killing Derek! I might just call Ikenhouse, tell them to make you guys a room up. Hey, they might even put in bunkbeds!" Okay so maybe he should tone down the sarcasm towards alpha werewolves but sarcasm is Stiles' only form of defence. "We will become betas." Replied Aiden, actually seeming calm for once. Stiles couldn't stop the hysteria that suddenly found him in physical pain. "You two… Betas! That is the best joke I've ever heard!" If it was effecting Ethan Stiles wouldn't know, but his twin couldn't help but wince at the word 'beta' . "We need you to convince Derek to let us into the pack. It's not even that we would be in danger without a pack, after all we still are alphas. We would give all that power up just to be in your pack. We aren't trying to pull anything here Stiles, we're done being other peoples' puppets. We want what you have… Family." Stiles couldn't deny how truthful the twins seemed. Everything they said was genuine and Stiles didn't trust just anybody. Then he thought it and could't stop himself questioning them, "Wait why ask me, why not Derek, the alpha. After all he is the one who decides this not me. Unless I'm a bargaining chip… Please tell me I'm not a bargaining chip…" The alphas looked at his as if he was completely clueless.
"Don't tell us you don't know," There was a pause, the alphas looked at each other Ethan's eyes widening at Aiden as if he was about to say something off-limits. "Let's just say you have a voice, when it comes to making decisions within the pack." Okay now Stiles was confused by the obvious cover-up. He knew it meant something he just didn't know what, he would definitely be asking Derek this later. Now he knew he wasn't in any danger unless he did something to really piss off the twins he kept flicking his eyes from the twins to the rope binding him to the chair. Damn couldn't they take the hint? "Maybe untie me considering I have the tiniest feeling I can't outrun you guys and I'll think about it." The twins suddenly looking at him wide eyed with hope. "Really! You'll consider taking us in? It would mean so much Stiles. We would do anything. Anything!" They both repeated in sync. "How about we start with untying Stiles from the chair before he changes his mind," As fast as he said it he was untied and standing up. "Thanks. Look I'll think about it and talk to my big, bad alpha okay? I do trust you guys at the moment but if you do anything to my pack, I will kill you both! I have werewolves and I'm not afraid to use them!" The boys just shared a well-known smirk.
