Author's Note: This is my first Teen Wolf fan fiction, well, really it is my first fan fiction. I am currently in love with the show, especially Daniel Sharman/Isaac Lahey. I think I've read almost every fan fiction on the site with him in it, and so I've decided to write my own. Most of the stories out here are fluffy and just bore me. I want something dark, something that will make your skin crawl, or if you like torture, possibly arouse you. I want to read a story where Isaac isn't treated like a porcelain doll or a child. I want something dark and dirty.
WARNINGS: Torture, bondage, slavery, slash, pain, blood, all the dark themes I can think up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters. If I did, the show would be so different, and Isaac would get so much more attention!
Drops of blood glistened across the floor of a barely lit garage. The trail lead to a pair of shoes being dragged past parked cars, an unconscious body being pulled urgently by an unseen figure.
Gently but quickly, the body was laid on the floor. The trunk of a nearby car popped open and gloved hands reached in to grab a set of jumper cables before moving to pop the hood of the car as well. The gloved hands reached in to attach the jumper cables to the car battery.
The shirt on the body was ripped open, exposing the bloodied and wounded torso of a young man. The other ends of the jumper cables touched down on the pale skin and a burst of electricity lit up the dim garage, revealing the owner of that body to be Isaac Lahey.
Isaac's eyes surged with a golden glow as he was shocked back into consciousness. As he blinked in confusion, he noticed a mysterious woman staring down at him, concern flickering in her eyes.
"Quiet." Her soft voice drifted to him.
Surprisingly strong, the woman helped Isaac to his feet, but it was only seconds before Isaac stumbled, on the verge of passing back into unconsciousness.
"Stay with me. We're almost there."
The world blurred around Isaac as they moved, the woman struggling to keep the lanky teenager upright, practically dragging him.
"My neck..." Isaac said quietly as he dipped his head forward to reveal puncture winds at the nape of his neck, which he tenderly touched.
The woman looked at him and replied, "From their claws. It's how they share memories."
"But I don't remember anything..." Isaac replied.
"It's also how they steal them."
The woman climbed onto a motorcycle, helping Isaac to climb on behind her and hold onto her waist. She glanced back at him from the corner of her eye.
"No matter what happens, you hold on, okay?" She said in a somewhat commanding voice, but there is concern and a hint of panic as well. "You hold on tight."
Isaac nodded his head at her command.
The woman reached for a matte black motorcycle helmet, quickly placing it over her head before starting up the bike and taking off. Isaac's head rested on her shoulder as he struggled to keep his eyes open and hold onto her waist. He was exhausted and he was in in pain, and he just wanted to sleep. But then he remembered her words; "No matter what happens, you hold on, okay? You hold on tight." As they made their way through the city, Isaac forced himself to hold on and keep his eyes open. Then he lifted his head slightly, looking a bit dazed as he sat there.
"I hear something." He said as he glanced around.
"Something's coming." His voice was tinged with panic as he turned to look behind them.
A figure appeared from the mist of the alley, and in just seconds, he managed to catch up to Isaac and the woman, fangs bared and claws ready to strike. Isaac's eyes went wide as his heart seemed to go into overdrive.
"Faster!" He yelled at her over the wind, and instantly she sped up the bike, which left the other werewolf falling behind, or so they thought. When Isaac turned to look ahead, and then look on his other side, the werewolf is there, and he slashed at the back of the bike, which caused it to swerve slightly. The werewolf went in for another swipe at the bike, jarring both riders and causing the bike to swerve once again. The woman somehow managed to keep them going, but when Isaac looked back, the werewolf was still there, and he slashed at the bike again. That's when Isaac realized there there are two of them, instead of just one.
"There's two of them." He told the woman.
Isaac watched as they got closer and closer, so when the one to his right was suddenly next to him, claws arching to slash again, Isaac cringed and he jerked away from the slashing claws, which slash at metal. The one to the left repeated the action, causing the bike to swerve again. The woman kept them going, and when Isaac looked ahead, he could see the truck, and he couldn't help but pray that they didn't become roadkill. But then they are turning another corner, the truck behind them, and he can't help but glance back. This woman was crazy.
When he turned around suddenly, all he could see was the wall in front of them that seemed to have them cornered, and they were still headed at it at full speed.
"No!" Isaac cried, ducking slightly. But they never hit. The woman turned the bike quickly enough and stopped them.
The two werewolves walked towards them side by side, and the woman suddenly faced them, pulling the visor of her helmet up.
"Remember what I said before?" She panted softly.
"Hold on?" Isaac replied.
"Hold on." She slammed the visor back down.
As the two werewolves prepare to play what looks like leapfrog, but obviously wasn't, the woman gunned the bike, headed straight towards them. Isaac watched as one leapt high into the air, looking as though he would land on top of them. Then they turned suddenly, and Isaac glanced back to watch the male land on the pavement easily. When he turned back around, his eyes widened, not expecting to see the wall of glass there.
"Whoa!" He cried, ducking slightly when they hit, but when they landed, Isaac was not okay. He couldn't stay awake any longer, and he had begun to go limp, his head lolling forward against the woman as they went.
"Isaac," She tried to keep him awake, "Stay with me! Isaac!"
It was pointless, though, because he let go of her, and the bike began to tilt sideways. It took only seconds for the bike to fall and skid across the floor of the warehouse, throwing Isaac off and into a waiting barrel of sorts. He tried to roll over, only getting half way, his vision blurred as he looked at the woman as she pulled her helmet off and let it roll across the floor. But then he heard the footsteps, and he turned to look from where they had just come from, watching as the twins stalked towards them.
As they entered the building and began to discard their clothes, Isaac blinked, completely confused as to why they were stripping down like that. It only took a moment for him to understand why... He watched as two became one, and his heart seemed to skip a few beats in his chest. What the hell was happening?
As the...thing, let out a roar, Isaac seemed to understand that he needed to do something other than stare. Despite his weak state, he began to crawl towards the fallen woman frantically, dragging his seemingly useless lower half. He glanced at her, cursing mentally as he noticed that she was unconscious, but kept moving. It was useless, though. He let out a cry as he felt the large hand gripping the back of his neck, picking him up and tossing him against the wall. He crumpled to the ground, and he let his head loll for a moment as his vision blurred. When it cleared, the twin's stood before him, grinning.
"Our pack wasn't done with you." They spoke in unison, just before one of them punched him across his temple, knocking him into unconsciousness. They each grabbed an arm before they dragged him from the warehouse, disappearing into the night, Isaac in tow...