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Chapter Twenty-Eight


Four hours. Four hours had passed since Stiles had left stating he was only going to be gone for two.

Serena paced on the porch outside. Scott and Kira watched her from where they sat on the steps. They had tried to reach his cell phone multiple times, all it did was ring and ring and ring before it went to voicemail.

To say Serena was worried would be an understatement. She had even fought Scott at one point trying to search for him, which had ended up with her in a headlock gasping for breath. She definitely knew Scott was the alpha, that's for sure.

"Scott, I think…" Kira's voice was hushed, but she knew Serena could hear every word she uttered. "I think we should go looking of him. I've got a bad feeling about this. Stiles, he should have been back by now."

He glanced behind him, Serena had paused her pacing to hear his response. With a firm nod he stood from the steps. "You are right. Come on, let's go look for Stiles."

They all piled in Kira's car. She pulled out of the driveway and down the road cautiously. A slow song played softly in the background. Serena sat in the backseat, stare fierce out the window. She could tell something was wrong, feel it in her gut. Stiles had promised he would be back in two hours. He knew how she felt about his promises.

And then her world stilled. A chill ran down her spine, her mind frozen in a state of shock.

"Stop the car," Scott's voice was panicked. He unbuckled the seatbelt before Kira even started to break and jumped out. Stumbling to the ground, he caught himself before he face planted and darted off.

Pulling off to the side of the road, Serena slowly unlatched herself and slipped out the door. Her footsteps were loud, but not louder than her pounding heart in her eardrums. The familiar blue jeep imbedded itself in a tree, the front crushed. As Serena rounded the side she took note of the slashed tires and claw marks leading up to the drivers seat. There was no door. She saw it tossed carelessly deep in the forest behind the car.

No Stiles…

Scott nervously ran a hand through his hair. He looked around the side of the car, under the car, in the forested area. He couldn't scent him.

Serena stepped up, eyes watering. There was blood on the dashboard, on the fabric of the seats. Her eyes landed on Stiles cell phone in the cup holder. Reaching out a shaking hand she picked up the device.

On the screen she viewed the many missed calls from Stiles, Kira, and a few from Lydia. But one stood out. A missed call from Serena. She closed her eyes. Kate still had her phone. She hit the call back button and held the phone to her ear.

"Serena sweetheart, is that you?"

A shaky breath escaped her. "Is he still alive?"

"The hyperactive cutie? Yeah, he's alive," Kate said with a laugh. "Not sure for how long… he's in pretty bad shape."

"Fuck you," Serena spat. She clenched the phone, she could hear it crack, but it didn't shatter in her grasp. "What do you want?"

Scott and Kira were both by her side, her cousins firm hand gripped her shoulder. He motioned for her to put it on speaker, but she shook her head. This was between Kate and her now. The bitch had made it personal.

"You, sweetie. It's always been you…" Kate cooed, her voice dripping sickeningly sweet. "I need you to sacrifice yourself. You do that and he leaves here alive. Got it?"

"I need to hear his voice Kate. I won't promise anything until I hear it," Serena was near hysterics. Her heart was shattering, in pieces. She'd never felt so, so raw.

She tsked. "Alllllrighttt, but like I said, he's in pretty bad shape. He did get in a car wreck after all."

Serena hissed. Literally, hissed. A bemused chuckle escaped the elder woman. There was a shuffling sound before she heard a groan. "Hello?"

A cry escaped her, "Stiles!"

"S-Serena, hey… my head hurts… really bad," Stiles moaned, pained. "And I think… I think my bone might be stick out of my arm?"

"Oh my God." She clasped a hand over her quivering lips. "I'm coming Stiles, okay? I'm going to find you."

"No," his voice ordered tensely. "You can't, you can't do that to me. If you come they will sacrifice you. Understand? And I… I can't live with that."

She heard him cry out in pain.

"Stop it!" she yelled into the phone, she fell to her knees. She felt so… so helpless. "Please, please stop hurting him."

"Come to me Serena," Kate whispered, encouraged. "Come to me and he lives. He gets to live the rest of his life, go to college, get married, have a family… don't take that away from him."

The phone call ended abruptly. She stared at the phone in her hand, she had cracked the screen. However, it lit up in her palm. There was a text message from Serena, a picture. She bit her lip, nervously she looked up at Scott who had a horrified expression on his features. She opened the photo. A sob poured out of her. Stiles was all limbs on a dirty cellar floor, blood running down his forehead. He was caked in blood.

Another text message appeared from Serena; an address.

"I have to," Serena muttered. "I am so sorry Scott, but I have to. Tell my dad I love him, Erin too, and Aunt Mel. Okay? Tell them."

"No," Scott shook his head. He squatted next to Serena, his arms gripping her shoulders urging him to look at her. "We can think of something."

"No." She shoved him away.

There it was. A raw, dark urge creeping up her spine. The urge to kill.

"Look, think logically about this. Let's head to Derek's. He will help us, okay?" Scott tugged her up, this time she allowed him to. "We need to let Chris know, too. Kira-" his girlfriend finally moved from where she stood. She had been shocked by the call, petrified eyes darting from Serena to Scott unsure. "Are you able to drive us to Derek's?"

She nodded mutely.

They all piled in the car once more. A morbid silence had fallen over them. Serena took one last look at Stiles jeep as they drove past it. The urge hadn't faded, it only grew.


Stiles scowled, the expression hurting him more than it ever had before. But he couldn't keep the irritated look off his face. Especially with Kate, Peter, and Doctor Valack waltzing around him like he wasn't bleeding to death by their feet.

"Can someone at least give me a bandage?" He growled.

"How long do you think he has?" Kate's head tilted to the side as she eyed the teenager.

"A day at most without medical attention," Doctor Valack inducted. His eyes glanced at Stiles briefly before shifting to Peter, a smirk on his features. "He's not important. He's just the bait."

Stiles scoffed.

The werewolf strolled over to Stiles limp body. Peter stared down sympathetically. With a sigh, he widened his eyes dramatically when he met Stiles fierce glare. "If only you had let me turn you all those years ago. You would have healed by now. I sometimes forget how fragile you humans are."

"I'm glad…" Stiles winced. "I'm glad I'm not like you."

"And what about Scott? Are you glad you're not like him? He is a werewolf, too, you know," he questioned mockingly. He stepped away from Stiles not bothering to wait for his response. "How much longer?"

"Not long," answered Kate. She waved a hand in Stiles direction. "She loves this one."

Once more, a strangled cough escaped Stiles. "Scott… Scott won't let her."

"You really think Scott is going to stop her?" Kate snickered. "I think you're underestimating what a person will do for someone they love."

"Yes… we- we know your plan." He shot Peter and Doctor Valack a knowing smirk, who both raised their brows suspiciously. "You want to turn her to become an all-powerful alpha, but it won't work."

She crouched down by Stiles head, sneering, "And why wouldn't it work?"

"Because Peter and Doctor Valack-" he was cut off with a stern kick in his already bruised and probably broken ribs. He cried out, cruising Peter with every slur he could conjure.

Kate raised a brow up at Peter and he shrugged, playing it off with a wink. "He's annoying. It'll work."

"Fuck you," Stiles ground his teeth, his good hand clutching his side. He had been proven right earlier about his bone sticking out of his arm. Apparently, his elbow was poking through the torn skin.

"If you know what's best for you, Stiles, you'll keep your mouth shut," Doctor Valack's voice threatened. The teen closed his eyes and let his head fall to the floor tiredly.

Kate shot Stiles a scowl before straightening herself. She smiled brightly at the two men. "I am going to prepare for the sacrifice."

When she exited the room Peter and Doctor Valack shared a silent stare. Stiles could be a problem if he revealed what their true intentions were. Peter thought about killing him, the kid was a nuisance. It wouldn't be the first time he had gotten in the middle of his plans, but… he was useful. Useful when it came to Scott.


Derek sat with his face in his hands worried. He didn't know what to tell Scott because even he was torn by the situation. He knew the right thing to do, but he knew that the right thing wasn't always the most emotionally beneficial. Especially when someone you cared about was in danger. And no matter how much Stiles irritated the hell out of him they had been through a lot together. Even if Stiles and him loathed each other they always had each others backs when it came down to when something really important was happening.

Lifting his head he eyed Serena who stood by the windows of his apartment. The teen appeared extremely different from the first night he had met her. She had been through hell, but still managed to annoy the hell out of him by throwing sexual suggestions to make him uncomfortable. Now, she had a tight face of concentration. Her knuckles were white, lips turned downward in a frown that could give him a run for his money. And he had a lot of money. She looked broken, angry, and destructive. Hell, he was more worried about what Serena was going to do than Scott. And Stiles was the kids best friend.

"What do you think?" Derek asked, he met Chris Argent's gaze. Chris shifted his shinning sky-blue eyes to Scott then back to Derek.

"We have to find him," Scott urged, voice desperate.

Kira rubbed a comforting hand down his arm. "We will, Scott. We will find him."

The strawberry blonde, who sat between Derek and officer Parrish on the couch, pursed her lips as she glanced at Serena worriedly. "I feel something, something bad."

Scott bit his lower lip. "We need to move fast, but we can't…" his eyes found Serena. Her back was stiff and she avoided the conversation entirely. He wasn't sure if she was even listening to a word any of them were saying. "We can't give them Serena."

"Of course not," Lydia scoffed. "But we need a plan. You guys can't just run off in there with your claws extended expecting to just take Stiles. They have a man who can see the future. You don't think he can predict that?"

Serena's fists clenched even tighter, she felt blood slip between the cracks of her fingers. She met her gaze in the reflection of the window, eyes golden.

"Well, if he can predict the future how do we ever expect to get past him?" Derek scratched his scruff. "They will know whatever angle we are coming from."

Kira shuffled nervously. "Maybe he can only see glimpses?"

"Maybe," Scott said hopefully. "Maybe he can't predict certain things?"

"Maybe doesn't get us anywhere," pointed out Derek. He shook his head.

"How about we all go the address and then…" Scott glowered. "And just attack from all angels? Like ambush them."

Chris sighed, "We need something that we know can work. Going in blind won't save Stiles and it won't protect Serena from becoming a sacrifice."

"We don't even know what Doctor Valack wants with Peter," muttered Lydia, her voice lost in the growing argument between the three men. "It doesn't make sense for him to want Peter to have all that power."

The deputy nodded slowly. "It could be to protect him? Use him as security."

"No." Lydia's curls danced around her as she shook her head. "Even if Doctor Valack could predict the future, Peter would kill him. He doesn't want to be controlled and if he could see everything he could see that Peter isn't exactly… promising."

"Shit!" Scott's eyes flared red. "She's gone."

"What?" quizzed Kira, her own gaze flickering around the room. They landed on where Serena had once been by the window. The spot vacant, like she had never been there to begin with.

"She's going to find him," he whispered. He ran a hand through his hair pulling at the dark strands frustratedly. "She is going to sacrifice herself…"

Kira darted over to the window, she left a trail of light behind her. Her eyes scanned the streets below. How long ago had she left? She turned to Scott, her eyes wide and fearful. If Serena died Scott would be devastated. If he lost Stiles he would be ruined. Neither was an option.

A wave of panic surged through the room. What they needed was a well though out plan, but Scott knew the time it would take to form one wasn't going to be something they can wait on. Clenching his eyes shut tightly, he seethed, "Kate is going to die."


DUN, dun dunnnn. So, after this I'm betting on only two more chapters :'(

However, might do some additional stuff... but it won't lead into anything much more. I might do some more intimate chapters between Stiles and Serena. Maybe they can all go camping? Since that's something Scott was interested in doing in chapter two. Maybe Erin can come for a visit since she said she was going to do that also? Also, debating on maybe doing something where Malia comes back? But the only reason I don't want to do that is because I'd prefer bringing her back with The Desert Wolf and I have noooo idea what to write about that... any ideas?

BTW I'm going back and re-writing some of the chapters. I've only gotten to chapter four thus far. Minor changes, nothing drastic.