Chapter 11

Stiles woke up in the back of a van. He was alone, and bound by his wrist and ankles. He could feel the sticky blood all over him. At first, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, until Lydia popped into his head. He had done this for her. He was kidnapped.

The van lurched to stop, and Stiles went sliding around until a wall stopped him. He let out a moan, and hear the sound of heels clicking to the door at the back of the van. It was opened loudly, and Stiles head began pounding. The girl grabbed him, yanking him out and onto the cold ground. A boy appeared seconds after, and the pair dragged Stiles into an abandoned mill, knocking him unconscious along the way.

Stiles awoke later, after who-knows-how long. He was sitting in a small room, maybe half the size of his room. A small sewing machine sitting on a desk and a chair were the only occupants of the room. The walls were a grim gray, and the floors a dingy, yellowing white. He was blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the rough lighting. The girl chose that moment to burst in.

"Oh! Joshie! Our little.. Hmm.. Visitor.. Is awake now!" She called out to her brother, and for the first time Stiles realized he was chained to a wall and began to struggle. The sound of stomping came, and soon enough "Joshie" was standing in the doorway.

"Look, Stiles, we are going to make this easy on you. All you have to do is tell us what Scott is, and tell us the best way to get your friend Scott and your very good friend Lydia." Olivia laughed cruelly in the background. "It will be that simple. You tell us how to get around the other pack members your friends are now under the protection of, and we let you go. They're staying at your house, Stiles. There must be a secret way In you know about. A chink in their armor."

"Are you sure you want to do that, Josh. Why don't we just prod this fool for anything he know, then dangle him as bait. The girl will come running first, and Scott will follow soon after. Then, the true alpha Is ours to destroy!" Josh mulled over this thought, then smiled. "That's the only reason I listened when he told me to take him instead!" She finished, pursing her red lips.

"That sounds like a great idea, sis!" Josh answered, lunging at Stiles. Stiles eyes had finally adjusted, and he could see Josh clearly before his hands were wrapped around his neck. Josh had mousy brown hair, green eyes, and a very pale face. He was tall, lean, and honestly terrifying. Stiles was struggling to breath, and Olivia had to pull Josh off.

"We just discussed the plan. You cannot kill him now. Let him rest for now, questions start tomorrow," Olivia smiled at stiles, and Stiles could practically smell the false sense of security she was sending with such a sweet smile. She turned on her red heeled shoe, her long black hair swishing.

The next morning started early, Olivia brought him a glass of water and a stale jelly sandwich. He ate it eagerly, and drained the water. He was soon yanked up, and sat behind a desk. As soon as he sat down a layer of dust billowed around him. This place was old. Josh walked in with something small and black in his hands. Stiles tried not to worry, but inside he was screaming.

"Okay, Stiles. We're going to start off easy. Is Scott your best friend?"

"Yes." Stiles answered easily, and Josh nodded.

"Is Lydia your girlfriend?" He asked next, and "no" slipped out of Stiles mouth automatically. Josh tilted his head, knowing Stiles was lying.

"Why are you lying to me, Stiles?" He asked, pulling up the small black object. It was a taser. He shocked Stiles for a short time, and Stiles screams emitted all around the dusty room.

"Is. Lydia. Your. Girlfriend." He asked and Stiles was shocked, and yelped out a yes. "Excellent. Lets not have to do that- or use whats in my pocket- again. Now, do you love her?" Josh asked, and Stiles eyes went wide. Did he love Lydia? He's "liked" her for years, but had it transformed to love yet?

"I can see you don't know the answer to that. That's fine. We have many other things to discuss. Like, why is Lydia immune? And how did Lydia make Jackson immune? Just a kiss? Loving him? Sex?"

Stiles bristled at the reminder Lydia and Jackson had... Had sex. "I have no idea why Lydia's immune," he lied. He and Scott had already discussed her immunity was probably from her being a banshee. "And I have no idea how she made Jackson immune. It could've been from any of those things." Stiles informed him.

"Well, have you and Lydia had sex?" Josh asked, and Stiles looked at him in complete disgust. This guy was really desperate for an answer.

"No, of course not." Stiles answered. Stiles had felt as though that would take advantage of Lydia, who'd been so weak lately.

"Well, then I guess it's time to test the theory!" He replied, tossing his head back in laughter. He grabbed Stiles by the collar, and yanked his across the desk.

There, he dug his teeth into the flesh on Stiles neck.

WOW, CLIFFY! PLOT TWIST.
Who saw this coming? And I can't wait for Monday! STYDIA NOW PLEASE.
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