I was so excited about posting this chapter because a lot of you really wanted to know the pack's reaction. I wasn't planning on actually writing their reaction, but since so many of you messaged me for it- why not? Sadly, I didn't contact Sarah so this is not beta'd and all the mistakes are my own. Still hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 4

Derek walked into the abandoned house trailed by the rest of the pack. It has been three days since Stiles was taken. Everyone in town was helping the search, but with no luck people began to give up. The sheriff had argued that it was still too early to lose hope.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of paper being ripped.

"Uh, Derek," Derek turned to see Isaac holding a small device in one hand and an orange envelope in the other. He tensed already guessing what it was and what it contained.

The rest of the pack had stilled probably thinking the same thing he was. He quickly walked over to Isaac and gently removed the device from his grasp.

"Is there anything else in the envelope?" Scott asked walking slowly towards them. His feet seemed to drag as if he was carrying a heavy load and even though his face portrayed no emotion- Derek could hear the fast beating of his heart. Isaac shook his head and flipped the envelope down to prove his point.

"The scent is very faint. I can't quite catch it," Boyd said.

"Whoever it was that took Stiles made sure we couldn't pick up the scent," Lydia began walking slowly towards Derek, "That means our theory is right, and there could be survivors from the coven," she finished removing the device from Derek's hand.

"No, don't say that. It could be a coincidence. It was raining real hard last night, and that means it could be anyone," Allison said her voice sounding hopeful and calm, but anyone could see the fear in her eyes.

"Well, let's watch it," Jackson said carefully removing the video recorder from the Lydia's hand.

Everyone gathered around him as he opened it up. Derek took in a gulp of air and braced himself.

"We need to promise that we won't turn it off," Erica suddenly said. The werewolves turned to look at her and she nodded. "What if there's something important on it? Something that will help us find Stiles?" she added quickly.

"She's right. No matter what it is- we need to watch all of it, agreed?" Derek said looking around. They nodded their heads in unison. He turned back to Jackson as he pressed play.

The video began revealing Stiles. The group tensed. He seemed to be sleeping, but that's not what had their attention. Derek felt pain burn through his chest at the sight of Stiles. He was hanging from the ceiling with his hands and feet chained. He had no shirt and there was a huge purple bruise on his forehead.

"Oh my God," he heard Lydia whisper, but he quickly shushed her as Stiles slowly woke up.

Stiles looked dazed for a moment and then tried to look down. Seeing how he was chained up he began to struggle. He glanced up at his hands and tried to scream, but he couldn't for there was a dry cloth wrapped around his mouth, gagging him.

He felt Isaac press closer against him as they heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Well, it's about time, sleeping beauty!" the voice said cheerfully. Jackson chose then to pause it.

"I've heard that voice before," he said. He shook his head and then turned to face them. "It's one of the vampires I'm sure of it," he said glumly.

"Keep playing it," Scott hissed at him. Jackson quickly turned back around and pressed play.

As the woman came into the light, Stiles began to struggle harder.

He recognizes her, Derek thought. He looked at Lydia and then at Erica who seemed to have realized the same thing.

"Baby, it's hopeless, so don't bother. But tell you what. I miss your lovely voice, so I'll take care of that horrible cloth," she said reaching up towards Stiles and yanking down the cloth.

"You crazy bitch," he said his voice sounding raspy and barely audible. The woman then laughed, her back facing the camera. She spoke again.

"Now, now that's no way to talk to a lady. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners? Oh, wait you don't have one," she taunted.

"Don't you fucking dare," was Stiles' response. Derek could feel Scott's anger through their pack bond. He curtly nodded at Allison who was already placing her hand on his shoulder. He turned his view back towards the video.

The scene then changed to a different one. It was the same room and the same woman, but Stiles was-

"Oh. Oh no," Lydia stuttered. Derek placed a hand on her shoulder at the same time Jackson put his arm around her waist.

Stiles' stomach was burned. He had about five red and black spots and tears were streaming down his face.

"How does it feel?" the woman asked. Derek guessed she was holding the device since her voice sounded louder and she was nowhere in sight.

The scene seemed to change again and Derek was now positive that the video had been edited. The woman had taken out scenes and was showing them only what she wanted them to see.

"Stop. What are you doing? Why me?" Stiles managed to ask.

They couldn't see her reaction, but they did hear her answer.

"Oh Stiles. You are too cute. Really it hurts me to have to do this to you. Honest. And trust me if it wasn't for your pack I would totally be doing something else to those fine abs of yours."

This caused a growl from everyone in the room except Allison, but her heart beat a little faster than before.

"Not to mention that you smell so good," she added trailing a finger down the middle of Stiles' stomach.

"I thought vampires were prone to diseases being dead and all," Stiles said with that familiar tone of sarcasm that made Derek's stomach flip.

He was still holding on.

"Oh sweetie, you really are a catch. No wonder those stupid dogs protected you so fiercely. But of course, you caring so much for them, you have to tangle yourself up in this. If it wasn't for you, Jeremy would still be alive," She said the last words with so much anger it seemed to send a shudder through Stiles. "I don't care what those Twilight books have you believing in, but there are no such things as vegetarian vampires," she added.

Then she pounced on Stiles and began to burn him repeatedly. The room was filled with Stiles' cries and screams.

"Please, please turn it off. I can't. Oh my God, please," Lydia said tears strolling down her cheeks. Derek looked up to check on Allison and Erica, their faces mimicked Lydia's.

Scott quickly grabbed Allison and held her tight while he quietly whined. Jackson wrapped his arm around Lydia tighter and brought her in closer. Boyd and Isaac seemed to be carrying Erica while she sobbed hysterically. Derek thought he was going to start crying too, but then that feeling went away and was replaced with anger.

The scene changed again and this time it was zooming closer to Stiles' body. Derek almost vomited at the sight of the red/pinkish skin. Some of it was beginning to peel off.

"No," he heard Scott whisper.

Once again the scene shifted and it was showing Stiles' full body again. The woman was nowhere to be seen, but Derek knew she was close. A soft whimper escaped Isaac as Stiles looked directly into the camera. Stiles said something that they couldn't hear and Derek guessed it was probably something the vampire didn't want to share.

Stiles continued to stare at the camera and then he screamed. It was a horrible blood curdling scream that sent shivers up Derek's spine. Jackson almost dropped the camera and Lydia let out a loud 'no'. The vampire wasn't even touching him. What did she do that caused Stiles to scream like that?

"Is she. Electrocuting him?" Erica asked so quietly. Derek knew what she was thinking and that brought back his own memories of being tortured.

"I hope not," Boyd answered gently stroking her hair.

"I can't watch this. I can't see him getting hurt again and not being able to do anything," Erica said. Derek reached over Jackson's shoulder and paused the video.

He looked over at Boyd and Erica who were both now shedding tears. He felt his face soften as he placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

"It's okay," he began his voice sounding more in control than he felt, "Stiles is strong. He can get through this," he said gently. They nodded once and wiped the tears from their face.

Derek was very proud of them. He knew this would be hard for all of them, but especially them. Since they had already experienced Stiles getting hurt and they couldn't do anything about it. He knew how much guilt they had every time they saw Stiles' face, but Stiles always assured them that it was okay.

He walked back over to Jackson and started the video again. Tears threatening his eyes as he thought of Stiles and the many times he's comforted them, but the one time he needed their comfort- they had failed him.

The scene continued as Stiles seemed to recover from whatever invisible damage the vampire bestowed upon him.

"So what do you want?" he croaked.

"What I want is revenge," she said with a tone so chilling Derek felt goose bumps rise on his arms.

Stiles seemed to be thinking something. It was a while before he looked back into the camera. His expression seemed understanding like he had figured out something.

Stiles whispered something while looking at the vampire. His eyes looked cold and defeated. Derek couldn't make out the words he said, but it didn't matter for the image changed again.

Stiles was yelling something at her. Derek could tell by the way his face was composed and how he thrashed his body around, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. The vampire must have muted this part.

"No, Stiles don't," he heard Allison say, but of course it was hopeless.

The woman attacked him again and again. She didn't mute out Stiles' screams. Each time he yelled it was filled with more pain and more agony. The pack cringed with every scream.

Lydia dropped to her knees and began to sob hysterically. Erica and Boyd were covering their ears trying to drown out the sound. Allison ran out of the house and began screaming outside. Only Scott, Derek, Jackson, and Isaac were standing watching the remains of the video.

"Well, that's it for tonight," she said finally releasing Stiles of the burning object.

Derek took in Stiles' appearance. Sweat was trickling down his forehead and his chest. His once light-skinned abs were barely visible now. He was covered in black, red, and pink circles. Skin was coming off and in some parts were she had held it out longer- his skin was bubbling and oozing blood.

Before she left she slapped Stiles' stomach. Stiles let out another scream and then he seemed to grit his teeth. That was the last thing they saw before the camera turned black.

Jackson slowly put the camera on the nearest piece of furniture and silently made his way down to Lydia. He picked her up in his arms and then began to sob with her. Scott began to drag himself to the door, but Allison came in and met him halfway. He opened his arms and she fell in them. She was gently rubbing his back as Scott howled and cried.

Erica and Boyd were curled up against each other, their backs against the wall. Tears were streaming down their face and they were quietly repeating the words, "I'm sorry," over and over again. Isaac was on the floor next to Derek. He had his arms wrapped around his knees and was slowly rocking himself back and forth.

Derek was too numb to do anything. He couldn't accept what he just saw. He couldn't consider how much pain Stiles had probably endured and will endure if they didn't find him soon. He stilled and picked up the recorder. Suddenly, he let out a piercing howl.

"Fuck," he said throwing the device against the couch.

"What is it, Derek?" Lydia said in between sobs.

Derek looked down at the floor not being able to meet her gaze.

"I think I know why Stiles was yelling at her," he began.

"What do you mean?" he heard Boyd whisper.

"I mean, this," he said pointing to the video camera, "was only the beginning."

"What? No, how do you know that. You can't be sure," Erica said her voice trembling. She was shaking her head in denial.

"I am sure!" he roared. "The bitch wants revenge! What does she want revenge for, huh? Tell me, Erica," he screamed at her. She stood up her lips slightly trembling.

"She wants revenge because we killed her coven, her family," Boyd answered standing up and taking Erica back in his arms. Derek nodded. The room was filled with silence as everyone took this in.

"She's going to use Stiles. To get to us," Lydia finally spoke the words that no one wanted to hear.

"No! We need to find Stiles. I am not letting my best friend go through so much pain again," Scott said letting go of Allison and marching up to Derek. "We're going to find him. No matter what it takes, and we're going to ask for help whether you like it or not," he said shoving a finger at Derek. Derek nodded as Scott looked around the room and got the confirmation he wanted.

"Let's hope we find him or get something to help us find him, before another video arrives," Derek answered. He looked up at the group of teenagers. They were no longer crying. Their pain had been replaced with anger and determination. One by one they left the house.

We'll find you, Stiles. Derek thought as he got in his car.

Gloria looked up at the whimpering boy, and pouted. She did not like seeing him so devastated, and she had to continuously remind herself that this boy is the reason she's a rogue now.

She stood up and stopped the recording. He had cried enough tears, and all his insecurities and concerns were pushed to the front of his memory. He'd been crying and screaming for about two hours now.

Gloria planned to torture him for the same four hours like she's been doing, but she just couldn't do it. She was disgusted with herself and for multiple reasons. One for feeling sympathy for this young and quirky teenage boy who single handedly destroyed her family.

The other one for wanting to comfort him and take away all his pain, yeah this one is definitely worse. Now as she looked up at him, she understood why the pack loved him so much. It was hard not to. She sighed placing the new recorder into the package.

She placed her hand on the table to steady herself as Stiles cried out in his sleep. He was still having those horrible memories, and it bothered her. What she should have done was take the camera out and record it, but she didn't. Instead she helped ease the pain and let him sleep.

"Oh great. I'm getting soft for a human," she muttered quietly trying not to wake Stiles up.

She had been tormenting Stiles for five days now. Each night with a different technique that would leave more scars on his mind than his body.

After the first night and the first video, she had made sure not to put him in that much physical pain anymore. She knows that mental scars were probably worse, but at least she didn't have to see those. It was stupid of her to be going easy on him because of what he did, but she went through with it anyways.

Gloria really hoped that the werewolves wouldn't realize that her torture was getting less and less painful. She was sure they didn't, though because the only thing they noticed was how much agony Stiles was in.

She had stopped checking their minds for reactions after the first two videos. She couldn't cope with the fact that Stiles' screams were because of her.

Gloria walked out of the warehouse for the last time that night; leaving Stiles by himself as she ran to Beacon Hills with heavy rain pouring on her back.

Yay! I finally got around to finishing this chapter. I'm thinking this one will be updated soon because I have so much inspiration for it right now. Hope you enjoyed, and hope it didn't make you tear up like I did while I was writing it. Then again, I am a sentimental person... Don't judge. Reviews greatly appreciated.