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When I came to, I was upside down, still being carried by the man-creature. For a second I imagined this was how Fiona must have felt when she was carried by Shrek, but at least she knew what Shrek was, and Donkey was good comic relief. I only had a splitting headache and no magical talking animal. I attempted to lift my head, to see where I was, but it only caused the headache to spike, so I stayed limp.

All the trees around us rustled, whispering to one anther their branches seemed to show their agitation, then again, I hit my head rather hard. I might be cursed, but trees aren't conscious beings. At least, I don't think they are….ugh, my head. My stomach ached, back itched and this position was about to make me either puke or pass out once more. Before my body decided what to do, my ride stopped abruptly.

"Bad wolves," he muttered, and started to walk faster. His steps were larger, causing me to slam into him, and he smelled as bad as he looked.

I was unable to stifle a moan, and I attempted to stretch my back, only to be dropped to the ground. I let out a shriek, my head hit the patchy grass covered ground and I couldn't think for good few seconds. When I was able to come back from my pain induced haze, I saw my captor in a standoff against two wolves, that's right wolves. They weren't Twilight sized, but they were large, from the looks of their markings they were timber wolves, but that didn't make any sense, there shouldn't be any timber wolves in California. At least, not that I could remember reading, then again, my brain was so jumbled right now….

"Mine," The man-creature said, I think I'll dub him Big'in for namesake.

Both wolves bared their teeth in response. I was beginning to think that they were fighting over me. Carefully I decided to do the smart thing and inch back. If I could get away, get to a town, to a phone, so I could call for dad and for help. I'd be ok. But I had to get away.

Keeping my eyes on the three creatures, I scooted on my hind-end, and hoped my head wouldn't make me lose what little balance I had, and I hoped that my movements wouldn't cause the three wanna be western actors to notice me. Only down side to my plan was, I didn't really look behind me, and I ended up scooting into the legs of someone. I literally gulped, like, if I was in a quiet room you would have been able to hear it perfectly. Carefully I looked up, and for a millisecond I wanted to relax, it was a person, a guy, a human, someone my age. He bent down and put his fingers to his lips, eyeing the standoff warily. Carefully he offered me his hand, and I took it, glad to see that he didn't have any random patches of hair or scales or anything, and he didn't have a werewolf look to him, huh, maybe that's what those wolves were. That would make more sense, but I've never seen Scott transform completely before, maybe it was a born wolf thing…

My rambling thoughts were interrupted when I went vertical, and the world decided to spin around in an evil merry-go-round manner. Once I was up the guy was pulling me towards the trees, his hand firmly clamped around my wrist. My free hand alternated between flapping uselessly at my side, and holding my head as I stumbled after him. Sounds of fighting could be heard in our wake.

It was maybe ten or fifteen minutes later when he finally let go and I was able to gracefully, as a dying duck, flop to the ground and curl up. Knees to chest, head cradled, arms wrapped around knees, head alternating between being blessedly numb and being pounded on by little rock monster with their metal hammers of misery. The guy squatted a few feet away, knowing better than to get any closer. If he did, I think I'd either scream, or cry, or do a Stiles melt down, something I haven't done in a few years, but I was getting close to it.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his voice was soft, hesitant.

I knew better than to nod my head, but I knew if I opened my mouth I'd break down, so I gave the hand signal for 'so-so' and left it at that. And I can honestly say, I've never been more thankful for silence. Granted this silence was slightly awkward, and he seemed filled with uncertainty, and worry and a whole lot of other things, at least there was silence. I closed my eyes, head hurt far too much to think about anything, I let it wander. Then the reality of the situation set in, he was in an awful convenient location, and he seemed more concerned for the wolves than for the fact that there were wolves…did I just willingly hand myself over to another group of kidnappers….

My tired eyes popped open, adrenaline surged through me, and I stared at the boy before me, and my mind finally started processing what I was seeing. I knew this kid, the golden brown hair, chocolate eyes, lost, soulful expression on his face. He was the kid my dad went searching for a few years back, the kid's father was charged with abuse, then found dead, the kid was never found. Last name started with an L, we were in the same grade, but my talking scared him away. That and probably my cooties.

"Where have you been?" I asked softly, knowing that if he was a were-anything then I wouldn't be able to outrun him, so I wasn't going to try.

"What?" he asked, he swung his head around to look at me in surprise.

"You're from Beacon Hills, my grade, last name starts with an L, you disappeared in eighth grade." I stated simply, my heart beat faster, which in turn caused the rock monsters in my head to pound their hammers even faster in glee.

"I don't –"

"I'm the sheriff's daughter, I'm nosy, and I've always been one to remember those who think they aren't worth being remembered….Isaac." I nearly whispered the last part, knowing I was about to step on dangerous territory. But then again, I was already kidnapped by a Frankenstein wanna-be, and werewolves were fighting the wanna-be, so how much more trouble could I get into? At least for five minutes? I mean, really?

"That was – " He was cut off by the sound of two people approaching.

For a second or two I wanted to run, my body tensed and Isaac gave me a sidelong glance, worried that I would follow through. But before I did anything, the two people appeared. One was older than me by a good few years, he was handsome, had a rugged look to him, was maybe twenty three or twenty four. Behind him was a rather imposing fellow, he melted into the shadows due to his coloring, but his face was kind, even though his body language attempted to say differently.

"We need to get moving, another will be after it shortly." The older guy said, motioning towards me.

Wait, did he just….he just called me an it. Oh no, ok, I did have a meltdown then. I didn't stand up, knowing that I'd probably fall right back down due to my head, but I made sure I looked as scary as I could with my ass planted into the dirt.

"Hold it," I said, my voice clear and steady, colored with anger, "I am not going anywhere with you, unless you are taking me home. And I highly doubt that because I am pretty sure I would know if there were more than two werewolves in Beacon Hills. Also, How Dare You, I am not an It, I am a young woman who has just gone through a rather traumatic experience, having been side swiped, man handled by...the frankenstein wanna-be, knocked around, dropped. And now you ignore me, call me an IT and then stare at me as if I've grown another head. Well listen up buster, I don't care if you grow fangs, and have a moon fetish, I don't care if you have a tail, I am not going to go anywhere with you and that is final."

The three just stared at me for a few minutes, Isaac seemed torn between smiling and cringing, the boy behind the Rude-One, was biting his lip and looking between me and the apparent leader of their little pack. He seemed torn between anger and amusement, he went with a little bit of both.

"Don't you dare – " I started to say, only to gasp when I saw that Big'in was back, and he looked…kind of like a well-worn squeaky toy, chewed up.

Isaac's eyes went almost comically wide, while the other two finally turned around to see what was making us react to oddly. And, as I guessed, they were wolves alright. No human that I know of would be able to snarl and growl like they were…well…animals.

"That's my Treasure, Mine." Big'in snarled, and lurched towards me.

"The Hell I am," I wasn't able to stop my mouth from spitting that out.

Big'in seemed mildly surprised by my outburst, and he pointed a large finger at me and I couldn't help but shiver in revulsion. He was just nasty. And then things got really weird, and that's saying something. My curse itched, it never so much as caused me a twitch before, other than a hole in my favorite pair of jeans and made it impossible to wear a dress even if I wanted to. Then the vines came out, as in, from my clothing but they didn't, thankfully, rip my clothes, and it started to wrap around me tightly. Even the parts of the vine that were previously doing a tattoo impersonation, I probably did a great drowning fish impression while I stared at the vines for a few seconds before I began to tug at them. Unfortunately once my hands touched the vines they were captured, I could only imagine this was how flies felt in a glue trap.

But what terrified me was that the vines didn't stop at my shoulders, they crept up to my neck, and I screamed. This is what would wake me up at night, this was literally my nightmare, my living nightmare. Vines, covering me, suffocating me, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I didn't notice the tears fall as the vines covered my mouth, then my eyes and I hyperventilated myself into blissful unconsciousness.

Someone was beating at my bedroom door, they were pounding on it, as if they were trying to break it down. I murmured something and hoped that they would leave me be, but the pounding was incessant. And that was when I opened my eyes and realized that they, whoever they, were, weren't pounding on my door but on the vines. My curse had trapped me, in a way it had double crossed me. Why couldn't I have had one of those romantic ones, where I prick my finger and sleep for a while, or heck, I wouldn't even mind having Fiona's issue as long as I had a prince in the end. I just don't know, in all of the fairy tales I've read, what story this one would be. It had a rose, and a pointy thing, which covered the majority of the American Disney tales, and I'd rather not think about the Grimm Tales, I'd rather not die. Or lose a limb, I'm fond of my limbs, toes and all. My thoughts were brought back to the present abruptly with another slam against my green cage.

I didn't know if I should scream and try to wiggle to help them break me out, or hope the vines stayed strong. I guess in all honestly it depended on who was trying to get to me….I think I like it in here, it's cozy. The pounding stopped and muffled voices could be heard, and judging by their tone they weren't exactly happy about my state of dress. I strained my ears to hear what they were saying, and amazingly, the vines moved a smidge so I could hear a little easier.

"I told you to get her out of here," It Boy snarled, I could imagine him glaring at Isaac and running his hands through his thick brown black hair.

"I was worried about you, and she all but collapsed," Isaac attempted to explain.

I can easily imagine his puppy eyes, and could see the big, mean, testosterone filled werewolf relent slightly to those eyes. Those eyes were pretty potent, if I can remember correctly.

"How'd this even happen?" the other shadow member asked, Shadow, eehh, I needed to think of a different name, if this guy turned into a jerk I didn't want him associated with my favorite cat from Homeward Bound. And wolves shouldn't be named after cats, it simply wasn't done.

"I think the curse detected the threat, it had been dormant, and when it activated…." It Boy said, he sounded like he shrugged his shoulders.

"What now?" Isaac asked, his feet shuffled against the ground in a childlike manner.

"We take her to the witch doctor."

WHAT?!

"But how are we going to do that, the trees aren't happy with the mess we've caused and seem to have rooted her…" Blah Boy asked, hey it was better than Shadow, granted not by much. Don't judge.

I didn't know what to be more worried about, the witch doctor or the fact that they were talking about the trees as if the trees were conscious beings…and rooted….maybe that explained why I couldn't really wiggle around. What if I had an itch? I could feel it coming on..my nose. My nose was starting to itch and there was no way for me to scratch, and my scalp…."LET ME OUT!" I screamed. But the wolves didn't hear. Stupid curse.

Eventually they were able to figure out how to sooth the trees, whatever that meant, and they lifted me, vine cage if the sensation was anything to go by. Then I heard the distinct sound of a trunk being opened, oh no, they wouldn't dare – they did. They put me in the trunk of whatever it is that they drive, and from the sounds of it, it is a rather nice, fast car.

"I told the witch doctor I fell in love with you…do do do do…..something something this is what he told me to do….I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts all standing in a row…" I sang quietly to myself, mashing random songs together to pass the time. And trying to not hyperventilate into unconsciousness once more, I should probably gather what little sanity I had left so when the time came and when, and if the witch doctor could get me out of this thing, I could escape. But then I had a thought, something that had honestly never crossed my mind before. Would my dad want me back? Would it be better if I stayed gone? I mean, I was nothing but trouble. If I wasn't the sheriff's kid I would have been thrown in juvenile detention on more than one occasion, and if it weren't for me Scott would still be human.

Would he want me back? Ever since mom died, he always looked at me differently, as if he blamed me….maybe her death had something to do with the curse. My chest compressed painfully, I never thought of that, why hadn't I thought of that before. In all of the stories, in all of the tales I've read over the years there has always been a cause for a curse, what if my curse was the cause of her death? Did I kill my mom? I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped for breath, wishing for the use of my hands so I could hold them to my chest, to my stomach. It felt as if I was about to shatter, I could be over thinking this, it was a Stiles trait after all. But there was a high probability that I wasn't. The wolves should have left me to Big'in.

A soft knock woke me from my weary slumber, I opened my heavy eyes and saw that the vines had opened just a crack to reveal the outside world. Which looked a lot like a vet's office…and the guy in the white vet looking lab coat looked a lot like Scott's boss.

"Hey Sweetheart," yep, definitely Scott's boss, Deaton.

I blinked sluggishly at him, even with this revaluation, that he was the 'witch doctor' I wasn't willing to react, to uncurl from the huddle I was in deep in the recesses of my mind, just to give him a little smile. I was too tired.

Deaton seemed to sense that and his eyes crinkled in concern, but before he was able to say anything else to me his attention was averted elsewhere. And I was left to a rather bland view of his sweater clothed chest framed by the white lab coat.

"How long did the Golem have her?" Deaton asked his voice had changed from caring to business fast enough to give a girl whiplash.

"It's hard to say, the Trees weren't able to relay the message as quick as we could have hoped. They were three counties over by the time we were able to catch up," Came It Boy's terse response.

"We were unable to view the scene because hunters and humans were on the crash site, from the looks of it, she has put up quite a struggle." Blah said, sounding impressed by my cursed human prowess. I shortened his name, sue me.

"Yes, she is full of surprises. But do you know what could have caused…this?" Deaton asked, and I saw his hand motion towards me.

"She was crying," Isaac whispered.

This statement caused the tension in the room to sky rocket, and Deaton glanced at me once more before striding over to where Isaac was, or at least, I guessed.

"Are you sure she was crying?" Deaton asked, his voice calm, it was the same voice he used on me when he told me that my dog had died. Mom had held me close and I had cried and cried and cried, dad hadn't been able to handle me crying over the death of a beloved pet so we never did get another…not that we'd ever have time to take care of one now-a-days.

"Yea," Isaac said softly, if not softer than before.

I knew Deaton had put his hand to his head then rubbed his eyes, then the back of his head. Before looking around the room a few times, trying to gather his thoughts, having hung out with Scott at work so long meant I picked up on the habits of his boss. Man my head hurt. I let out a small sigh and closed my eyes, only to find that closing them was actually a challenge. That was a new one. I just let them be at half mast, not caring.

"Stiles, Stiles honey, please look at me." Deaton said, trying to get my attention.

"Why, what's the matter?" It Boy demanded.

"Stiles never cries, "

I cry…I thought back…to when my dog died, when I had sobbed into my mom's arms. But as I thought about it, I never had to wipe tears from my face…maybe….maybe I didn't cry…not in the liquid sense of the word.

"Your point,"

"My point," Deaton snapped, "is this:

Kissed with a Rose at Birth a babe will bare

A cure or gift to share

Until such a time that all have bloomed

Not a tear shall be spent

Or death shall loom

"Death shall loom? What?" Isaac asked, panic creaked into his words. "But why?"

"Because….we…"

I wasn't able to focus on the last of their conversation for I had remembered one other time I had shed a tear, though I don't remember what it was over, but a tear had landed on mom's hand. And that night she and dad had this huge argument. I killed my mom, with my tears.

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