"Hi baby," She said with a smile. " How are you love," Scott could barely get himself to look at her as she stood their bend slightly in the doorway. The person before him looked and sounded like Alison, but was dressed as if she was going to a costume party on Halloween. She was in a skintight leather corset and pants down to her fancy designed red and black high heel shoes. Red ruby lipstick glossed her lips and black eye shadowed made her look like a streetwalker.

"Good to see you all," she said blowing a kiss.

"Why are you here Alison?" Scott finally gained the courage to talk.

"Finally he speaks," She said laughing slightly.

"Alison speak quickly because I will kill you," Isaac said walking from the group and next to Scott in front of the door.

"Oh look who finally grew a pair, guess that's what happened after getting fucked by my scraps," She said laughing again. Isaac shifted and roared in anger at her words. Scott held him back.

"Stop she's baiting you both," Lydia yelled, Isaac wouldn't stop, it took Liam, Jackson, Danny and Stiles to finally pull him back.

"What the fuck do you want Alison," Scott said finally making full eye contact, his deep red looked straight into her deep brown and right there Scott could tell the girl he loved wasn't really there anymore.

"I need your help," She said standing up straight and becoming serious. Scott slammed the door in her face.

"Please Scott its about Dray," She said banging against the door. Stiles walked up towards the door.

What are you doing?" Scott said looking at him confused that he was going to open the door.

"We have to hear what she says," Stiles said right before opening the door.

"Speak now," Stiles said in a firm tone. Alison smiled.

"Wow the nice one has claws now, but thank you for being smart still. I need your help Matt and I were attacked by a group of things, they took him,"

"How dose this concern us?" Scott said with attitude.

"You don't get it," she started to laugh, "You think I would come here and ask for help unless it had to do with you all. The one who lit up like a torch said if I ever wanted to see Matt alive again I needed to come here and tell you all that he's coming back for his toy,"

"Dray" Stiles said out loud.

"Yes I do believe so," Alison answered back. "You all need to go and kill him and I'll get Matt,"

"You think for one second any of us believe you," Scott said as he stared straight into her eyes.

"I don't care if you believe me or not, but I have no desire to be someone's attack monkey again. So I give you all this message you all go kill him and I get to go back to enjoying my life," Alison said with a great smile.

"Fuck you," Stiles said slamming the door in her face.

"You little piece of shit I'm going to rip your throat out," Alison screamed as she banged on the door.

"Ignore her," Stiles said as soon as he turned around and noticed all eyes on him. "It's a trap you can't trust a vampire. It's ridiculous that you haven't killed her yet," Stiles said shirting his view towards Scott.

"Me!" Scott said with a dopey look on his face.

"Yes, you," Stiles said back.

"I…I just couldn't do it, and she left with Matt. With you missing finding her wasn't top on my list," Scott said back slightly sarcastic trying to play off the fact that he still didn't think he could kill someone he truly loved once. The banging stopped suddenly.

"She's gone, but to be safe no one leave here till sun rise," Stiles ordered.

"You think I'm staying trapped here? I have a whole party waiting," Jackson shouted.

"Then go the fuck out there Jackson, she's stronger then you, and if you think she's alone your stupider then I even thought," Jackson lunged towards Stiles grabbing hold of his shirt.

"Watch your mouth you little bitch," Jackson yelled into his face.

"Stop it Jackson," Lydia screamed, only to be echoed by Scott and Danny. As Scott was about to react Stiles beat him to it taking Jackson down to the ground hard. The move Scott could only compare to a mix martial arts move in which Jackson was tripped up with his own force. Right after Stiles took Jackson down a calm silence came over everyone. Telling who was shocked more was almost impossible. Jackson laid still on the floor mouth slightly hanging open in sheer shock from being taken down so quick by a human. His embarrassment was quickly turning to anger. All eyes were on Stiles at this time, his face ice cold with emotion. Normally this be the time he'd crack a joke or make fun of Jackson, but now nothing. He stood over him and stared a hole into him as if he was just waiting for Jackson to attack. Finally after about a minute Jackson finally flipped backs to his feet trying hard to showcase his athleticism.

"Jackson, you stop now," Scott said in a slight roar. Jackson turned towards Scott then back towards Stiles.

"Nice move," he said cracking a smile. Stiles walked past.

"I'm going to sleep Scott, we'll deal with this shit tomorrow," Stiles said walking past and through the parted group.

"You can take my bed," Scott said.

"I'm fine with the floor," Stiles said back with out even turning around.

"What is wrong with him?" Lydia asked once Stiles disappeared down the hall up stairs.

"He's been through a lot," Scott answered back.

"Ah, hello, kid just knocked me on my ass and I'm a fucking werewolf. Where the fuck did he learnt to do that?" Jackson asked something everyone seemed to be thinking.

"I don't know," Scott answered back. As the gang stood there in a stupor, Stiles laid down on the floor in Scott's room trying hard to stop his mind from reflecting on his time in that hell world. Tears rolled down his cheeks and suddenly Stiles closed his eyes tightly.

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A.U

Flickers of lights burned at Stiles eyes as he was coming too. Glimpse of images of Isaac, the dark color floor and of his own feet being dragged against it. Stiles body was limp as he was dragged though the fortress like castle that Dray called home. Two V-Gurads dragged stiles by his arms as Isaac led the way. It wasn't till Stiles was dropped to the ground that he finally started to come too fully.

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Stiles POV.

My head was pounding I could hear things and see flashes, but it was so blurry, I couldn't tell what was really going on. The voices were distorted I heard someone say something and that's when I was dropped. I knew the feeling even before my body clashed against the floor.

"Wake up you little bitch," I heard a voice say. As I tried to move my body spasmed in pain, even trying to open my eyes felt like I was moving weights. The light was the worst part; it felt like my brain was being fried. I knew I had a concussion; it wasn't my first I remember when I got one when I first started playing Lacrosse.

"Ah" I let out in a painful gasp as my hair was yanked pulling me up. I tried to formulate words but couldn't get any out. I could hear the sound of biting; I remember that sound too much from my nightmares of Dray force feeding me his blood.

"Don't you dare Isaac," I heard a voice call out. The firm grip on my hair released and I fell forwards towards the cold tiled floor. I lifted my head with every fiber of my being as footsteps approached me. I looked up through my one good eye and my other half swollen shout and saw Isaac knelling in front of me. A figure in black walked up to him and slapped his across the face hard enough to cause his body to jar to the left hard. With Isaac moved I saw who stood before me, it was Dray in a long black leather outfit that draped down to the floor. He pulled the cape like part off and tossed it at Isaac. He even more ridiculous then normal, as if he had funny embraced vampire and leather stereotyping.

"I do apologize for not looking my best. I tried something new, but leather isn't my think, I much rather have a nice suit, but I was always curious why so many of my vampires ware these types of clothing.

"I think you look amazing baby," A female voice called out from behind me. I could hear the clicking of high heel shoes walking towards me, but I couldn't muster the strength to move my head. I kept y eyes on Dray, who now had a grimacing smirk on his face. At first I couldn't tell who the young girl who walked in front of me was, but that I could blame some what on my concussion the other on her appearance. She was dressed in a very short black skirt, with knee high boots going far up her supple legs. A tiny croc top shirt showed off her tight midsection and rocking body that I could barely keep my eyes off of, but her voice is what first shocked me, because it seemed so familiar, but I doubted my first guess, because of how different she looked. In the many years I've known her I've never seen her look so trashy, and her hair wasn't its normal strawberry blond, but a dark black that cascaded down her bare shoulders.

"Thank you baby," Dray said pulling her in tight. The next sight was absolutely sickening as I was forced to watch this disturbing version of Lydia making out with Dray. As their tongs clashed the sickness I felt was mind numbing.

"Ah," Lydia said sexually as Dray yanked her hair back hard. The two turned towards me cheeks pressed against each other.

"I don't know what's so special about him sweetie," Lydia asked. Dray laughed and took a few steps away from her.

"Lydia, run" I found the words rolling out of my mouth with out evening knowing. I mean maybe it was my cloudy judgment, but for a minute I guess I thought the Lydia in front of me was the girl I loved for years, but seeing her laugh in my face and that haunting performance between Dray and her it set in.

"Stiles don't try to move your just going to hurt yourself more," I heard Dray say as I tried to get to my feet. I hated lying on my belly as some kind of dog sitting at the feet of this monster. As strong I wanted to me my body wasn't going along with it, but some how I pulled through and got to my knees. That's went I felt the pain, the kick came so fast to my lower abdomen I thought my kidney would fall out of my mouth.

"Lydia stop," Dray said authoritatively.

"Sorry baby," Lydia said over my gasps for air. As I rived in pain grabbing at my side the sounds around me went almost on mute, all I could think about and feel was this pain. I was yanked from the floor hard with no sympathy for my injuries. As I reopened my eyes in front of me was Dray and Lydia sitting on his lap, on his side was Isaac. All three were staring at me, as I moved my head around I got a look at the place we were in. It was a large room of marble with large pillars down the center of the room till you got to the large throne that Dray was at on. I was sat on a firm wooden chair hands locked in place on the arm rests, when I tried to move my legs I found out they to were locked in place.

"Don't worry Stiles that chair is no longer in use as an electric chair, but I do like his very of you strapped down," Dray said causing Lydia to laugh. I wanted to do nothing, but curse him out, but talking was so hard I could barely get mumbles out.

"I'm actually shocked that your still conscious right now Stiles, I guess these last few months toughen you up a little to much, but don't worry I'll break you," Dray said. I was listening to him, but I made sure to show him no reaction, I would not give him any satisfaction, but he was right I was in bad shape breathing was becoming harder, each breath felt like I was being stabbed in the chest each time I inhaled. As I tried to hold the pain back I could see the look of pleasure on Dray, Isaac and Lydia's faces each time I let out a slight whimper as I took a breath.

"You won, just kill me," I said through my deep breathing.

"See Stiles right now your cracked ribs are tearing at your lungs with each breath, and soon your lungs will fill up with blood and you'll drown in the very liquid that allows you and even my self to live, but even though it's a nasty dead it's not enough for you my dear boy," Dray said. I knew what he was saying was true Lydia and Isaac roughness with me had put me on a track for death I could feel my body with each breath getting closer.

"Fuck you," rolled off my lips as I fainted into unconsciousness.