Disclaimer: I do not; own the show/series 'Teen Wolf' its characters or story(s). Nor, do I own anything to do with the 'Hostel' franchise but I will use some it its ideas-'Elite Hunting' for this. Other human's that are clearly not me do, own that stuff...

So do not sue me people. Seriously though… don't cause I'm a fun person and I'm pleasant- or so I've been told, meh.

Pairing:

slight: Nogitsune-Stiles/Malia Tate

Ps: The story is AU and with an 'Elite' twist. It's my first time writing 'horror'. I suppose, but it will also be canon-ish.

"Stop! Hey, look over there. Is that Lydia and Stiles? Where's Allison or Aiden and Peter?" Scott had spoken the words as he brought his motorcycle to a stop and looked at Kira and his pack as they ran forward to the unconscious teens on the middle of the road.

Malia practically jumped out of the car before it came to a full stop then ran faster then all of them and hit her knees hard on the asphalt as she cradled Stiles head in her arms and looked him over for wounds.

She didn't give a shit about anyone else there save for Scott and maybe Kira-Danny, they had become fast-friends sort of. Well, they were pack.

"Lydia can you hear me?" Danny asked while shaking her slightly and she gasped as her eyes opened. Then almost pushed Malia off Stiles cause she had confused him for Peter.

Stiles came to, locked eyes with Malia then his friends and kind of laugh-sobbed while she helped him stand slowly. He kissed her hard and that surprised not only her but also the rest of their pack. Good for him.

"Wait, this isn't my phone? God, where the hell is Peter? I never thought I'd miss him, we need to find Derek. Someth- " Lydia stopped talking when she turned the thing over then noticed that she was holding Allison's phone and it was covered in blood with a yellow note on it.

"Did you see Aiden or Allison?" Ethan asked Lydia and Stiles in an aggressive tone but both teens saw only worry. He said, 'should we have' in a confused tone and she looked worried as she said 'no why, where are they?'

"It says 'Play me'. I really don't think we should, I have a bad feeling." No one heeded Danny's advice.

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Kira texted her parents, maybe they'd seen something like this before or something and Scott's dad was next on her list. Since, he was FBI and organized crime stuff was dealt by-with his people.

Malia tried to calm Ethan down, she knew her trying to be 'nice' would make Stiles proud but Danny didn't help yet kind-of did. When he said, that their missing pack members phones were fucked and that he couldn't locate their location thru GPS.

All the teen's there thought it about time to involve the adults, otherwise they'd have a full blown panic attack and cry because they felt powerless to save their friends from a psycho bitch that came back from being dead, damn zombie.

Lydia called the sheriff while Isaac dialed Deaton's number frantically and Scott was leaving a voicemail for Gerard, maybe he was in on this. It didn't seem likely. But what if he knew something?

Then left one for Chris. He didn't answer either. Why the hell weren't they answering?

"Hello, Mr. Argent? We-we were driving over to Derek's house it, oh god it happened so fast! Kate, I-I think your sister's back. She has Allison and Aiden but we don't know where they are. Lydia disappeared but maybe she and Peter know something?"

"Fuck, sir we- I can't sense them. Please, call me back as soon as you hear this! I will find your daughter- " Scott tried to sound as calm as possible but he was freaking out and heard a beep sound that signaled the end of the message, that didn't help calm him at all.

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The room was beautiful, hell if Allison and Aiden weren't strapped down to metallic chairs that were bolted to the ground they'd have thought it a suite only fit for people loaded with cash or good taste in art probably both.

"Wh-where are we? Aiden, hey can you hear me psst A-" Allison stopped talking when she noticed a camera, someone was watching. She had been in 'predicaments' and followed gut feelings before, they were life-savers but this time things felt different…she felt a dire need to run.

"I can't break free and roaring doesn't seem to work this room is soundproof. I don't see any windows or our phones but look to your left-" Aiden stopped talking when a pretty woman walked thru the room and regarded them both with boredom.

"What- no you're dead, how the hell are you here?!" Allison spoke the words angrily to the stranger.

For an instant the stranger looked remorseful, it flickered away just as fast as it had arrived. She held a Beretta 90-Two and what appeared to be a phone, she took a pic of the teens then sent a text to their friends.

"I loved you once sweetie. Now, be a good girl. Smile at the camera honey, it will be the last." At Kate's almost soothing like tone her niece couldn't help but follow her command and a few tears fell down her cheeks as she thought of her Dad and how he would now be alone.

Then of Isaac and how much she had wanted him to be happy. Lastly, of Scott. Her first love, her only love. But it wasn't enough, not in the end.

She took a deep breath then looked at Aiden, oh she wished their pack could save him.

Sadly, she wasn't delusional. Kate would stop at nothing. She had proven that not even death could hold her back.

"Un" She thought of her childhood and parents.

"Deux" Thought of Scott and what a life married to him might have been like.

"Trois" She was terrified but would not let it be known.

A gun shot was the only thing heard for a second then Aiden thrashed harder in his chair.

"I don't know who you are or what Allison did to you but one moment I'm on the school campus and the next, here. Where ever the fuck this place is. What, do you want from me? But what the hell did she do to you?"

Kate laughed then tsked and licked a little blood that had landed on her cheek. "I'm going to send a message. My brother and all those who betrayed me will receive it soon enough. I want to enjoy my kill first."

She walked over to a metal table and left the semi-automatic pistol as she put on some thick gloves then got a silver sling-blade dipped in mountain ash. Aiden growled at her hoping to scare her off but something told him this bitch feared little.

"And you can't text or call? I think murder is a little overboard." He looked defiant as his low words hit her ears and her fingers almost clutched into a fist but she let her anger go while walking slowly for effect.

"Oh, you were a good investment. And to think, I almost let him keep you."

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Stiles walked down the hall looking at ease. He had effectively rinsed off all the blood on his person and walked while putting a new shirt on that looked exactly like the one his friends had seen him in last.

Just as he was about to congratulate one of the new clients on their first kill, he heard a voice he had been waiting all day to hear. He looked down at his phone and witnessed Kate shoot Allison in the face point-blank.

Blood and gray-white matter covered Aiden, while he had the decency to look shocked then hid his emotions behind his poker face.

Seven minutes of torture passed and then came the decapitation. Someone must have gotten bored. He thought as he sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of a hallway.

Satisfied clients and screaming victims or carts of dead bodies, wheeled by butchers passed him by without incident. No one dared disturb him, not while he was entertained.

Everyone knew better, even if they had no idea who he was.

Once this video was leaked to the family members-pack and police- he'd think on whether to involve them or not. Regardless, it was irrelevant at the moment but as Blythe had said the more the merrier.

This would be mayhem in its purest form. Oh. He needed to see it live, it could be a risk. If he wasn't careful. Oh well, he'd just try faking it.

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"I-I cant do this not anymore, just not now. I'm taking a break from all this, sorry but I can't deal with this shit-" Isaac threw up as he caught a glimpse of the video again.

"I would have left you for dead or probably eaten you. If this were the wild, hell if I was hungry. I'd probably eat her too."

Isaac growled but Malia held her ground. Golden irises met blue and their claws itched to tear open flesh as their wolfish-fangs extended, they were out for blood.

Scott knew if he didn't intervene, someone else was going to die that night.

Lydia held Stiles back while he had a certain 'look' in his eyes, hell his demeanor changed and she was kinda scared to go near him but shoved it down in order to keep him from doing something he'd regret. Kira protected Danny and Ethan howled in sorrow- rage at the sight of his dead brother, he couldn't even hold him.

His secret was out, now his boyfriend knew he was a wolf but that wasn't of import at least not in this moment. He would find his brother's killer and invent a new torture method for that bitch.

Scott was still their Alpha and they would fall to command, maybe the Hale family just mourned the dead differently. It did not matter; they were still pack, still friends and practically kin, except with no blood relations.

"All of you just shut the fuck up, we will find her."

"What happens when we do, huh Scott?! Are you just gonna let her go free or will you hand her over to the Calaveras? You think you can risk her escaping again, maybe this time she'll go after your parents or more of your friends. Until no one is left standing beside you! Answer me."

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When Kate finished observing her work, she shut off the video-camera and ripped of Allison's blood-soaked necklace then put in on. She walked over to the wall to her right and pushed a button then took a moment to appreciate her 'artwork'.

Three seconds passed before one of the facility's custodians, a butcher looking mofo walked in the room with dolly-cart of bodies, once filled it was to be transported by elevator to a separate floor.

That floor was where the magic happened just kidding, it was just containing a few furnace-equipped disposal rooms. The bodies were cut into smaller parts and then incinerated because they had to make sure the crimes didn't trace back to them.

The victims belongings; personal crap like their clothes, backpacks, and other stuff were collected from wherever they were 'acquired' then checked for any valuables.

Such as currency, jewelry, credit or debit cards those last two were also incinerated. It sucked that no one would ever know what became of their loved one, well some people knew.

The 'casualties' of depraved fucks were transferred to a dolly-cart and moved to a huge side-closet. That room was completely washed and cleaner then some of the victim/clients homes, which Stiles found pathetic.

He knocked once, she had been expecting him.

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Peter and Lydia had been sedated heavily and were both out cold but Stiles knew that wouldn't last long.

Stiles gave a sadistic giggle and set his plan into motion.

Oh, how he loved Kate at the moment. He hauled the beautiful banshee girl over his shoulder and half-dragged Peter with his other hand.

Stiles loved his Jeep with a passion that few questioned, yet all knew too well but he needed it out of the way for his plan. Sure, he wouldn't sacrifice his car. It was just as important to him as his Dad, Malia or Scott.

He bit his lower lip in concentration for a second then narrowed his eyes when he figured out the perfect spot and he texted Blythe. She had Aiden's phone and would have to cancel his flight to Russia.

Kate would have Derek all to herself for a few hours. In return, he'd volunteer to play a game.

New players-pawns would arrive soon, he was ready.

I was listening to 'You Fight Me' by Breaking Benjamin and 'Cool Kids' by Echo Smith while typing this.

M Note I: I would have posted sooner but I was busy dying because of some stupid shit and solidarity but its all good now, so yeah.