See Chapter One for all warnings,


Living Dreams and Nightmares

007

"I brought you some magazines," Peter says and holds them out, "I know you have ADHD, being stuck in here will drive you crazy, you need something to stimulate your brain."

Hesitantly I take them from him and glance at the one on top, it's the latest National Geographic, my hand hasn't griped them properly and they fan out, I can see a Batman comic, a newspaper, behind them all is a console gaming magazine.

"Um…" I'm really not sure what the hell is going on. I remember it all now. First he stalks me, then he kills Oren and knocks me unconscious, then he brings me things to read. Keeping my voice down I ask, "Why did you kill Oren?"

A grimace crosses his face, "I didn't. I was going to beat him unconscious and take you as my valued prize, but those human idiots gutted him before I could. I had to improvise to protect you from the human law enforcement, they tend to look at partners before anyone else."

"Oh," My numbed and medicated brain turns that over, "Valued prize?"

"Yes," He's sitting primly and properly on his chair, hands folded in his lap, "I intend to take you as mine," his blue eyes burn red for a few seconds, "I am fully recovered and at the height of my power as an Alpha, he was a mere pack-less Omega, he had no right to have you as his, he certainly didn't treat you properly," a low growl drifts from him, "Imagine hitting you because he had to work late, he should have been grateful you stayed with him."

Okay he's being weird and creepy again.

Not being a hundred percent certain that Peter understands why I stayed with Oren I venture, "You do get that I'm just human, I can't fight back that easily against a werewolf? And Brad, the werewolf before Oren, did kinda show me that running wasn't an option because he just followed my scent and then proved that staying was better than dying…"

I'm not expecting his hand to shoot out and grip my wrist, "And you did nothing to fight back?" He seems surprised and I try to move my arm away but his hand tightens very slightly forcing me to leave it there.

"Obviously I did, I know about wolfsbane, and so did Brad, he caught me on a few more well planned attempts to injure him or kill him off, in the end Oren fought him to the death after I weakened him and Oren got me in the bargain," Peter's eyes narrow and I babble a bit more, "Oren was way better than Brad, I didn't want to screw it up and anyway, I only had to stay until college and then I had the perfect excuse to leave."

"Hmm, well from now on you're part of my pack," he states and my stomach sinks, "There will only be you and I, and you will service all my needs," oh god no, not Peter, I can't have him touch me like that, something must show on my face, "Stiles, I assure you that I will treat you with the respect you deserve as my life long partner and my needs aren't that terrible."

Studying me he tilts his head, "Though I'm confused why you're out here alone and so easy to get to, I thought you were tucked up safe and sound with Derek, my silly nephew. Yet here you are ripe for the plucking, I didn't even have to fight him for you," his thumb rubs a circle on my arm and I fight off my need to shiver in fear.

"Fight him?" My voice is faint and I can't keep up with him, the medications are interfering and not because I keep freezing in terror and if I keep telling myself that it might become true.

"Of course. If I want someone as strong as you in my pack I have to prove that I can be the Alpha you need, I have to prove I'm better than him," he's so matter of fact.

Frowning I pick at his explanation, "But why would you want an Omega like me in your pack? I thought you wanted a Beta like Scott?"

"That ungratefully little puppy can hound Derek and make his life hell," Peter snarls the words and I can feel pinpricks of claws on my arm, they vanish just as quickly never breaking the skin, "I'm glad I never bit you in the woods," he's saying all calm again, "You are a gift Stiles, more special than you can imagine, so many people overlook you and don't see you for what you are, but I do, and I will have you one way or another," and there is the psycho in him peeking out. "Come with me willingly Stiles, stand by my side, with you there I will have no need to seek a pack, you will be all I'll ever need."

"I…" I really have no idea what to say or think, he scares the crap out of me, and he's creepy as hell, now what do I do to get away from him? I'm all alone with no pack to save me, and the Hunters are just as likely to use me as bait with little or no chance of me surviving their plan to kill Peter.

"You clearly underestimate yourself Stiles, you are at worst a Beta, and nearly an Alpha already, why do you think I'm so drawn to you? Your power calls to mine. You were able to help Scott with his newly turned abilities, something only one with the strength you exhibit could do," it's kind of flattering. "I've never been with a male before," and then he spoils it as my blood runs cold, "I admit you confused me so much to start with, I prefer women, but they pale in comparison to you, I must have you Stiles," his teeth are lengthening and his claws are extending.

"Um, hospital, you're in a hospital…" I try and reach him verbally; he blinks and shakes his head, the monster hidden away once more.

"See, already you're helping me," his smile is harmless again. "Perhaps you need some gentle persuasion," visions of him throwing me across the room fill my mind. "I've found a very nice little territory, it's called Wolf Creek," oh he is not living somewhere called Wolf Creek, that is just too symbolic and open to mocking, "It has a small high school, you can finish your schooling there in peace. It's only a few hours travel from New York, you could spend a lifetime exploring that city and it's many museums and distractions. I've set up a tiny business and can work from home with the minimum of fuss.

"When you graduate we can relocate for whatever college you want to go to, within reason. I can protect you from any werewolves that encroach on our territory and keep you safe. I will provide for you. I will care for you and love you as much as I'm able to," he's painting a very nice picture.

"What's the catch?" I ask warily acting like I have a choice in his creepy domestic fantasy.

"That you are loyal and faithful to me, that you stay with me for as long as I live," and that can't be all, I snort in disbelief and wait for the world domination plans to crop up, "I assure you Stiles, I seek only peace and quiet with my chosen lifelong partner." He reaches into a pocket with his free hand and brings out a ring box, and I have to be hallucinating or something as he flips it open one handedley, "I'm completely serious and committed to this relationship, I've even picked out our wedding rings already."

"I'm only sixteen," I whimper seeing the rings as chains holding me down, I had no idea I was this commitment phobic, especially where Peter's concerned, "I talk too much, I've got ADHD, I'm hyper and annoying, there are so many reasons that people prefer to have mini breaks from being around me all the time," I think I'm starting to really panic now.

"I know, and they're fools to not accept all that you are," he's so serious as he sits there holding out a box with two silvery coloured rings in it.

If this were Derek sitting there telling me I was a gift, that I was special and an Alpha, if he had picked out our rings and told me he would care for me I'd be climbing him like a tree. I know I'm stupid for having feelings for him after being his Omega and there purely for his physical needs, but I fell in love with the growly idiot and my foolish heart wants something I can never have, because he'll never feel the same way about me, especially after Brad, then Oren and now Peter.

"I…" Oh my god, I did not see this coming. Peter dragging me to the middle of nowhere to slaughter me is at the top of my list of things for him to do, being proposed to and asked to live with him is not even close to being on the list.

Patting my wrist he withdraws his hand, "You're still injured Stiles, you should rest. I've been listening to the staff and you're going to be discharged in the morning. I'll give you a few days to think about my offer."

And then my normal knee jerk reaction to ask dumb questions that often gets me nearly killed rears it's head, "And if I decline your offer?"

Red eyes burn at me, "Well, we both know I can be very persuasive if I have to be, and I really don't want to start our new relationship that way Stiles, I'd prefer you to come with me willing and be mine," he smiles as if he's not just threatened me and leaves. I shake on the bed suddenly cold and certain I'll never be warm again.

Closing my eyes I fight against nausea and wonder what my life would be like if I'd never dragged Scott out into the woods that night, how much easier things would have been. Or if I'd said yes to Peter when he offered me the Bite, I'd be a werewolf, if I'd survived, and then I'd be safe in Beacon Hills right now instead of running off and being stupid.

I know I want to scream 'No' at Peter, to run away and keep running until I get to the ends of the earth and then pitch myself off the cliff. But I'm cold bloodedly running the options and their consequences through my head, and I already know I can survive sex with a werewolf, I'm used to doing chores around the house, I can take care of his needs for him. I'll also be near New York, which is miles and miles away from Beacon Hills and my dad, so there's one less supernatural thing to try and eat him, or my old pack, or Derek.

Laying there I curl up in a tight ball knowing I'm going to say 'Yes' to keep them all safe from Peter. It's not that much of a hardship, I just hope he'll accept the stretch Stiles before penetration rule and doesn't mind my cooking.

A few tears leak out and I wipe uselessly at them, crying won't save me from the big bad creeper wolf, learning how to read him and anticipate his needs will. I'm smart I can learn to do that, just like I did with Brad and with Oren. Once I understand Peter I can start planning how to get out of this and escape from him.

The nurse comes back in and I convince her I'm upset over Oren, she pats my shoulder and puts the magazines on the side for me. She even sneaks me in a few chocolates to cheer me up, I eat them and force them to stay down but they're like lead lumps in my stomach.


A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.