Stiles woke up gasping. He knew that this was coming. Shakingly he tried to get out of bed before being grabbed from behind and pulled to a hard toned chest.
''Shh, shh, Stiles, breath in and out, come on, breath with me,'' Derek whispered in his ear, but Stiles didn't respond.
His chest was constricting. He was heaving with wide open-mouthed gasps. Trying to get air inside, but it was like his lungs were strangled by a boa constrictor wrapped around him, crushing him. Stiles started to claw at Derek's arms, trying to get away, trying to get air. His mind muddled with panic, not registering that Derek was trying to help him.
Nic's face was now in front of him, her eyes wide with fright, she was speaking to him, he saw her lips moving, but his ears didn't register any words. He could only hear the rush from his blood in his ears.
Stiles still tried to wriggle out of Derek's grasp. He could feel Derek's hand caressing his head, his fingers weaving through his hair, but Stiles didn't calm down. His heart felt like it was trying to beat out of his chest.
He could feel his fingers getting numb, and he knew that he needed air fast because his brain was without it for too long.
''iles, Stiles, match you breathing with mine, come on, baby, come one. Breath!'' Derek said in his ear. He sounded afraid.
Stiles's sight was getting fuzzy. He was going to pass out, fast if nothing happened.
He let out a surprised gasp when he felt lips on his. Nic pulled back, and Stiles was gasping for air. Finally, his lungs were cooperating, and sweet air was filling his lungs. He was couching and spluttering for a couple of minutes until his breathing was regularly returning. He fell down on the bed again, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
He felt weak, useless. Today was the day he would confront Jennifer Blake, but starting the day with a panic attack was not boding well.
''Fuck!'' He let out, frustrated with himself. He put his fist against his eyes. Not wanting to look at Nic or Derek. Not wanting their pity.
''Gen, you aren't weak,'' Nic said softly.
Stiles pulled his fist off his eyes to look at her incredulous.
''How do you call it then? I'm going to see her later today, confront her, and here am I having a fucking panic attack in my own bed, one of the safest places in whole Beacon Hills in between my Alpha boyfriend and Mermaid girlfriend. How would you describe it? I'm pathetic.'' Stiles said with venom in his voice, feeling disgusted with himself.
He was hit on the head by two sets of hands.
''Owhh! What the fuck?'' He asked them.
''Stop calling yourself weak or pathetic. You are the opposite of those things. You are the most powerful mage that walked the earth in the last 100 years, and you know it. Yeah, you just got a panic attack, so what? Derek is an Alpha wolf who froze the second he saw fire. I whimpered like a bitch when someone ripped off my scales. Are we weak in your eyes?'' Nic said with a heated glare.
''No, of course not!'' Stiles said vehemently.
''Then why beat yourself up about a fucking panic attack, huh? Why?'' Nic pushed.
''Because I always have been weak! I get hurt, I fail with simple tasks, I - I-''
''You are human. We are, too, at least partly. We know that you aren't perfect, but we also know that you will do everything to protect the ones you love, and you love us. We aren't asking you to confront Blake, but you will do that, and you will blast her in the next century. Just because you can and because she hurt Derek. And you are going in with back-up. This panic attack is nothing in comparison to what you can do. Don't let it pull you down. We are here for you every step of the way.'' Nic says, now a lot softer than before.
Stiles sighs. He knows she is right. Derek puts his arms around him again and nuzzles his neck.
''Stiles, you are one of the strongest persons I know. Weak is not something you should call yourself. You withstood torture for several hours, you saved yourself, you have saved Nic and me on several occasions, the whole pack owes you. Erica, Boyd, Cora, Scott, Jackson, Lydia, you name it. Everybody has been saved at least one time by you. You aren't weak. You aren't pathetic. In your own words, you are awesome.'' Derek says, and Stiles can feel his grin on his neck.
Stiles puts his hand on his eyes and starts to laugh.
''You two are the worst. I freaking love you.'' Stiles says with a big grin. Derek and Nic always know how to make him feel better.
''You are welcome, babe,'' Nic says while kissing him on the mouth. She doesn't pull back until she got a soft moan from him. He follows her lips but is pulled back by Derek. Derek pulls his face up until he can reach his lips.
''Now, let's go back to sleep. You could use it,'' Derek whispers against Stiles's lips.
''But what if I want to do other things than sleep right now?'' Stiles says while doing something outrageous with his eyebrows.
''Do you have anything in mind?'' Nic says while starting to kiss Stiles's shoulder.
''Yeah, I could think of a couple of things,'' Stiles says breathlessly. Derek is slowly working his way up Stiles's legs with his hands.
''Maybe we could sleep after then,'' Nic whispers in Stiles's ear before reaching out and pulling Derek's face closer for a kiss.
''Yeah, yeah, definitely a good idea,'' Stiles says while already trying to wriggle his way out of his shirt and boxers.
Derek and Nic were quick to follow, and the three of them laid back down on the bed.
Nic crawled down the bed until her mouth was level with Stiles's member. She licked it first before swallowing him down. Derek was kissing Stiles, and every gasp, and moan, he swallowed down.
Derek then pulled back and pulled out the lube before settling himself behind Nic. She was on her knees in between Stiles's legs. Derek put lube on his fingers before starting to stroke her. When he entered her with two of his fingers, she let out a filthy moan. The vibrations of the moan went straight through Stiles's cock.
''Fuck, Nic, if you keep doing that, I'm going to come so freaking fast. Shit.'' Stiles mumbled while putting his left hand on Nic's head and cradling her jaw with his right.
He was looking intently at how Derek was fingering Nic. Derek was placing soft kisses all over her spine. Nic was arching with every kiss and pushing her hips back, begging for more.
''Do you want more, baby?'' Derek softly said while smirking at Stiles. Stiles bit his bottom lip. The sight in front of him was sinful. Nic on her knees, blowing him while Derek was behind her, getting her ready to be fucked.
Nic pulled off him with a loud pop before moaning.
''Yes, yes, Der, please, I want more,'' Nic said while kissing Stiles's cock.
''What do you think, Stiles? Should I give it to her?'' Derek asked while watching Stiles intently.
Nic was moaning again, liking the fact that Derek asked Stiles for his opinion.
''God, Derek, yes, you should give her your knot. That would be so freaking hot.'' Stiles blurted out. Derek chuckled but didn't lift his heated gaze on Stiles.
Derek pushed inside Nic slowly, groaning from the feeling. Stiles felt Nic's breath catch for a moment before moaning wantonly when Derek moved.
''Derek, yes, yes, yes, fuck! Harder, please, Alpha! Please!'' Nic begged while panting. She took Stiles back into her mouth, and Stiles needed to close his eyes for a moment so he wouldn't come right then and there. He wanted to come at the same time as Derek.
Derek was groaning at Nic's words, clearly also affected by her and the sight of Nic blowing Stiles. Stiles still had his hands in Nic's hair and on her jaw. He pulled her bottom lip down a little with his thumb.
''So good, Nic, fuck, you are going to take Derek's knot perfectly, aren't you?'' Stiles said while combing his hand through her hair. She arched into the touch, moaning around his cock. She nodded while looking at Stiles with hooded eyes.
''I wanna come down your throat when Derek is coming inside of you, would you like that?'' Stiles said hoarsely, already on the edge of coming. Derek groaned and moved faster and harder, but his movements were a little tighter. His knot was already growing. Nic was eagerly nodding while bobbing her head up and down.
''Fuck, fuck, fuck, god, Derek, you ready to fill our baby up?'' Stiles rambled, already feeling heat coil in his stomach, ready to blow.
''Yes, fuck yes,'' Derek groaned while moving his hips just a little more until he couldn't pull out anymore, his knot was locked inside Nic, and Derek moaned when he started to come.
Stiles followed him right after, his sight whitened for a moment from the sheer force of his orgasm. He was panting and felt Nic lapping at his member. He stroked his hand through her hair again, she winked at him, and he laughed softly when she let him go.
Derek pulled Nic up, flush against his chest, and tilted her chin so he could kiss her before gently laying her down next to Stiles, turning so they were on their sides for a more comfortable position.
Stiles kissed first Nic and then Derek before throwing his arm around them and drifting off to sleep.
Stiles was jittery the whole day. His last class of the day would be with Blake. The plan was simple. When the class is dismissed, the pack and Stiles will confront Blake in her classroom. Lydia would lock the classroom, Stiles would hold Blake with his magic, and the werewolves would stand guard while Stiles would question Blake. Derek, Martinique, and his father would stay in the parking lot for now, and when Stiles was finished and drained her of her magic, they would call his dad in, and his dad would arrest her and throw her behind bars. Stiles didn't want to agree to this, but he was outvoted by everyone else.
Scott was making a point of it that they weren't killers and all that soft stuff. Scotty boy only sees the world in black or white, but Stiles know there are grey areas all over the place.
Stiles knew it wasn't healthy to wish someone dead, but he couldn't stop. Jennifer Blake has manipulated the whole time since the first lesson. Blocking his magic, killing innocent people, trying to rape and hurt Derek. The bitch deserved to die. Painfully.
Finally, the last bell rang, and Stiles slowly got to his feet to pack up. The whole pack was staying back. Even Allison was there with them, Stiles knew that she was packing many knives on her person, and he was curious about where she was packing them.
Scott caught him looking and raised his eyebrow as if saying, 'dude, why are you watching my girlfriend like that?' Stiles waved him off.
When the rest of the class filtered out and only the pack remained, Stiles stood up slowly. Blake seemed to ignore them. Until Stiles was standing in front of her.
Stiles heard the click of the lock, and Blake turned to smirk at Lydia. Jackson, Scott, Isaac, Cora, Boyd, and Erica all growled at her. Allison already had a knife in her hand.
And Stiles was focused entirely on Blake.
''Well, well, well, isn't this a nice surprise. Let's drop the facade, won't we? You know who I am, and I know what you all are.'' Blake said while turning her smirk at Stiles. You could almost feel the electricity crackling in between them.
''Let's. You killed five people for a dark ritual. You need to stop. We know that you want to harness my powers, but you won't get away with it. We will stop you.'' Stiles said with a steady voice.
Blake started to laugh, a real loud belly laugh, and Stiles was taken aback for a moment.
''It's all your own fault, and you don't even see it-'' She said with a big smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to turn grey. Stiles rolled his shoulders, readying himself for an attack, an excuse to put her in the ground. ''-if you haven't put up those wards, I would've taken the powers from the Nemeton. You only have yourself the blame.''
Stiles was confused for a moment. He had never heard about the Nemeton.
''That doesn't explain your ritual killings.'' He mumbled. Now unsure if she is right, he really hopes nobody died because of him.
''No, you're right, those would've taken place either way.'' She was still smiling, Stiles was already pissed at her, but her calm demeanor didn't work in her favor.
''It is going to stop. You aren't going to take my power of that of the Nemeton.''
She laughed again, and Stiles saw her reaching behind her back.
''Oh, sweet little mage, you really think you can go against me, don't you?''
''You really think you can go up against six werewolves, a hunter, a banshee, and a mage?'' Stiles scoffed.
The grin on her face didn't wave. It only grew wider.
''As a matter of fact, I do.''
She said it with such finality that Stiles took an involuntary step back. His eyes left her face to look at her hand.
''What do you have behind your back?'' Stiles askes warily.
The wolves all snarled and took a step towards Blake, but then everything went south.
The wolves started to whine in their beta forms and crashed to the floor, withering in pain. Lydia grabbed her head and bent down while screaming, but no sound came out of her. Allison was looking in all directions like there were several attacks.
Stiles could hear shouting in the hallway. When he looked back at Blake, she smiled before blowing dust in his face that was on her hand.
The world went black without warning.
Derek heard it when things went wrong in the classroom. He had pleaded with Stiles and the rest of the pack to let him join too in the confrontation. But Stiles didn't relent, saying that it would be suspicious if he would be in the school.
He stormed inside when he heard the pack whining in pain. Nic on his heels, and John quickly following when Derek took off.
He found the classroom and kicked the door open. His whole pack was crawling on the floor, clearly in pain, but he couldn't see any wounds. Lydia was almost pulling out her hair, tears streaming over her face and her mouth open in a silent scream. Allison was looking wildly around her as if she was being attacked by invisible men.
Stiles was nowhere to be seen. He roared out of frustration, and everyone froze for a moment. The spells the pack was under were broken, and everybody seemed to come back to themselves.
Jackson quickly got up and pulled Lydia against him. Scott did the same to Allison, and the other couples also sought comfort with each other.
''Where is Stiles? Where is my son?'' John asked the pack.
They all looked down, shame pouring off them.
''We did not know what she did, but from one moment to the next, everything hurt, and we all fell to the floor,'' Isaac mumbled out. He had his head ducked and was scratching his neck, clearly waiting for punishment. If his dad wasn't already dead, Derek would put him in the grave again. Cora was rubbing Isaac's back, tear streaks drying on her face.
''It was awful, Der. It was like every inch of my body was covered with wolfsbane.'' Cora said.
''Where is Stiles?'' John asked again. This time, the question was aimed at Scott. He looked with lost puppy eyes to the rest of the group.
''He was talking to her, and then she did- did something to us all. I didn't see what because she didn't move at all, and then I saw her blow some dust in Stiles's face, and then they disappeared,'' Scott said with tears in his eyes. Derek could totally see why Stiles called him a puppy.
Nic was grabbing Derek's arm tightly. He could almost feel her nails digging in his arm through his leather jacket.
''Can you track him again, like when Deucalion had him?'' She asked with wide eyes, everybody turned to him with hopeful looks, but Derek didn't feel the same pull he had as when Stiles was taken by the Alpha. He didn't feel anything at the moment, and it shook him to his core.
''No. I can't feel him like last time. I - I - I don't understand.'' He muttered.
''I do.'' Said a voice behind them. Everyone turned around to see Alan Deaton standing in the doorway.
''What is it? What happened with my son?'' John pleaded with the vet.
Deaton's eyes turned sad before he spoke.
''She took him and blocked his magic. With that, she also blocked the magic that you feel between the three of you because of your mate bond. I think I know where she took him, but the place is impossible to find.'' He explained.
''What do you mean? With wolves, we can find this place, right?'' Jackson proposed.
''I'm afraid not. You see, Stiles is very powerful in his own right, but where I suspect she has taken him is ancient. It was there since the beginning of the earth and grew with the years. I was cut down years ago, and with it, a lot of its power was lost. That's probably the reason why Stiles is more powerful than this ancient place.''
''What is it? Where is it?'' Derek ground out. Clasping Nic's hand in his.
''It is somewhere in the preserve, but you will not find it. You can only find it with a specific ritual. You have been there years ago.''
Derek was taken aback for a moment before it clicked in his mind. His face went blank with the thoughts of his first love dying in his arms beneath the tree stump.
''The Nemeton?'' He whispered.
''That's what Blake said. She said that if Stiles hadn't shown off his power with his wards, she would've gone for the Nemeton instead!'' Erica yelled.
''If you have been there, you could find it again, right?'' John asked desperately.
Derek shook his head, dejected.
''You can only find it if it wants to be found, or -'' Derek started, but Deaton interrupted him.
''Or if someone is sacrificed. Just like the murders miss Blake committed.''
''But, but, Stiles is strong, right? He could easily break out of this, right?'' Scott asked, pleading with Deaton.
''If she used a special herb, he can't access his magic, he will be feeling weak, sleepy, slow, not at all like himself. It will drain him slowly of his energy, and with his energy, his magic. She will be able to tap into his magic and siphon it. She hasn't finished the threefold ritual yet. So this is good news. Because she will keep him alive until that's ready. We will have the chance to find him and save him.'' Deaton says calmly.
''You said something about a specific ritual to find Stiles. To find this Nemeton. What is it?'' John asked.
''It's not that simple. It will take a couple of days-'' Deaton started, but he was interrupted with whines and indignant noises from every pack member.
''We can't let Stiles be with that psycho for a couple of days!'' Nic shrieked. Her eyes were wide in panic. She looked at Derek pleadingly, who also was shocked by this.
''You need to understand that I need to get special herbs before I can perform any ritual. I'm just a simple druid, not like Stiles, who just needs to use his belief.'' Deaton said while signing.
''Well, what are we waiting for. Let's get started as soon as possible. I don't care how much it will cost, but we are going to save my son!'' The sheriff bellowed, all the wolves tilted their heads in submission. Clearly recognizing an Alpha command. Even if it was coming from a human.
Stiles jerked awake he looked wildly around him only to see that he was in a dark room. The ground felt damp and filthy. Stiles felt damp and filthy.
''Hello? Is someone there?'' Stiles yelled into the darkness. There was no response, and Stiles felt like he was alone. He tried to stand and was relieved that he wasn't bound.
He was wobbly for a moment but finally stood and started to walk. His hand was against the wall. He kept walking along with it. Feeling if there was a hole, a breeze, something that could tell him where he was.
He could hear a growl coming from somewhere. He turned around but saw nothing.
''Hello? Derek? Scott? Who is there?'' He asked the darkness, but still no response.
He kept walking further, not wanting to let the fear take over. He tried to reach for his spark, his magic, but only felt a static. Like it was dulled. He kept counting his breaths, one two three in, one two three out. Not wanting to get a panic attack.
After walking for at least fifteen minutes, he realized that he was walking in circles. His eyes were now also used to the dark. It was a round room, and it seemed like the walls and floor were from sand, he was underground, and that did not help with his rising panic.
He finally saw some kind of light shining through a part in the ceiling. He quickly went to that patch and strained his eyes to look outside. It was as if he was looking through branches, but he saw glimpses of the sky above. He saw an almost full moon.
''HEY! I'M DOWN HERE! DEREK! NIC! DAD! SCOTT!'' Stiles yelled and yelled, but he couldn't hear anything besides his own echo.
He even tried to howl to get the wolves' attention, but it sounded broken even to his own ears. Soon his throat was scratchy, and he stopped yelling, knowing that at the moment, nobody would hear him.
He felt tired and cursed himself for not just kill Blake on the spot. She did this to him. She took him away to someplace unknown. Took him away from his dad, pack, and mates.
He finally sat down again, feeling empty and drained. He didn't even know that he was drifting off until he heard a rustle of branches.
It was a lot lighter now in his room. It seemed that he had at least slept for a couple of hours because sunlight was streaming through the gaps of branches where he saw the moon through last night.
The branches started to move like magic, getting out of the way, the wall even turned into a kind of stairs. Stiles tried to take a step forward, intending to throw himself at the intruder and fight his way out. But his body was frozen. He strained against invisible bounds but couldn't move. Again he reached for his magic, but only a dull throb was felt. Not like the raging fire it normally was. The cloud with lightning felt like it had evaporated in thin air.
Finally, the figure was on the ground and turned to look at him. The cold eyes of Jennifer Blake stared at him with a killing smirk.
''What is it, hun? Cat caught your tongue?'' Blake said while cackling.
Stiles really tried to hold himself back, he sure was afraid, but he didn't want to die, but sarcasm is his default setting, and like hell, he would let Blake win.
''No, my wolf boyfriend did,'' Stiles said with a smirk. Thank god he could use his mouth. It would be a shame otherwise.
''Trying to be smart, Stiles? You can try, but I think you will not want to use your mouth for smart comebacks anymore with what I have in store for you. I think you are too busy with something else.''
''Lady, do you know it's statutory rape if you try to come on to me?'' Stiles said while raising his eyebrow. He saw a twitch in Blake's left eye that left him with a satisfactional feeling.
''Watch it, Stiles, because you and I are going to get to know each other a lot in the coming time. Until I finally can drain your magic to use for myself. And after, I take the magic from the Nemeton too, I will be unstoppable. You and your mates maybe have ruined my plans for revenge, but they cannot stop me from taking all this magid for myself. You cannot stop me.'' She said with a slightly crazy tilt in her voice.
''Sorry, did you do your villain rant? Because I think I fell asleep halfway through. Come on! Really? The I will be invincible trope? You sure you wanna go that way? Because I hear that Eichen House is still looking for residents.'' He snarked back.
Blake looked livid, her nostrils flared, and her hands were twitching next to her sides.
''Shut up.''
''Ah, already done with the dialogs? Great, so what's next? Threatening? Binding? Torturing? Killing? Oh, wait, you already killed five people!''
''Six.'' Was the only reply he got. Stiles flared his nostrils and bit down on his teeth.
''So your third warrior has been sacrificed?'' Stiles grit out.
''Yes, and I don't think you will mind this one. After all, you hated his guts.''
Stiles quickly searched his mind with who she could mean. Peter went through it, but he dismissed him because he was kind of better now. He didn't know anyone by the ROTC. Maybe one of the deputies? No, he didn't hate them. Teachers? Fuck.
''Harris?'' Stiles croaked. He did hate the guy, but that didn't mean he deserved to die.
''Ding, ding, ding, see, you can use your brain cells for something else than snapping at me,'' Blake said with a cold smile.
Stiles struggled against his bonds, wanting to get closer, wanting to rip Blake apart. But it's hard struggling against something you can't see, and his bonds were magical, not physical.
Blake's demeanor changed, and the room felt colder all of a sudden.
''Now, now, Pet. You and I are going to have fun now because those ritual killings are getting dull. And I really need some entertainment. And Stiles. I think you are perfect for the part.'' Blake purred, her appearance wavered, and her real face was in front of him now, just a foot away. He recoiled but still couldn't move. The white slashed face in front of him will give him nightmares forever.
''Pet? What the fuck are you going to do?!'' Stiles demanded. Feeling fear creeping into his mind.
''Oh, you will see, Pet. Just wait and see.''
Stiles felt rope-like branches shoot out the floor and curling around his wrists, they started to pull down. He struggled but was losing the fight. Soon he was kneeling with his hands bound by his sides, useless.
''First, you need to learn a couple of lessons. And I think that a whip is perfect for that.'' Blake cooed, rubbing Stiles's jaw with her scarred hand. He pulled his head away with a glare, tried to say something, but not finding his voice.
''I only want to hear you scream, Pet. Talking is not for pets. That will be one of your first lessons.''
Blake conjured a whip before walking behind Stiles. He tried to strain his neck to follow her but grunted when she moved out of his eyesight. She then slashed his shirt right off his frame.
''Now, scream for me,'' Blake said before the first whip slash came down on his back.
Stiles already had his lips pursed, determined to not let out a sound, not wanting to give her that satisfaction.
The pain that followed from the whip was nothing he ever felt. The sting hurt like a bitch, but it was like you got a carpet burn on top of it. He did keep quiet and breathed through the pain.
Without warning, the whip cracked again on his skin. He let out a surprised noise because the whip had touched another part of his back. Again it hurt like a motherfucker.
He was panting through his teeth when he was hit for the fifth time. Sweat pouring off his body.
''Pet, I told you, I want to hear you scream.''
Fuck you bitch! Stiles thought.
He heard a tut-tutting sound behind him.
''Still trying to talk. I told you, talking is not for pets.''
Stiles tries to struggle again against his bonds, but his head snapped to the other side when he was slapped in his face. His chin was then harshly pulled up, so he was looking into Blake's ugly face.
''Rule number two. Fighting back when I punish you is not allowed.''
Stiles glared at her, again trying to talk and finally finding his voice.
''Fuck you, bitch, I will not give up, I will keep fighting until you are deep in a hole in the ground.'' He hissed. She seemed taken aback that he could talk, but the shock quickly disappeared from her face before setting in a snarl.
''It seems that we have more punishment in your future.'' She slapped his cheek a couple of times before walking behind him again.
''I think another fifteen times will suffice.''
''You are the only one getting off on this, bitch.'' Stiles gasps. The first crack pulls an unwanted noise from his throat before he slams his teeth together.
He is slouching forward after another ten, but the branches on his wrist don't let him slump to the ground. He is panting again and blinking the tears out of his eyes. The next one is the worst one yet, and he finally screams. He could feel the flesh burst open on his back. Blood is mingling with the sweat on his back and trickling down until it reaches the band of his boxer.
''Finally, he screams, that wasn't too hard now was it, Pet?'' Stiles can hear the smirk in her voice, and the whip again makes contact with his back.
He screams again, not trying to hold back anymore. The pain is too much to keep in, and screaming is the perfect distraction at the moment.
Finally, finally, finally, the lashes stop. He could weep from relief but doesn't want to give her that satisfaction. She slow claps while walking back into his sight.
''That was quite the performance. It's a shame that I don't have any more time today, but don't worry, I will be back tomorrow, maybe we can try some other fantasies of mine.'' She says while grinning at Stiles.
He weakly glares at her, exhausted from the extension it was on his body, exhausted from the pain, exhausted from the screaming he did even if he tried to hold it in.
She waves and leaves him alone. As soon as the branches close after her, the stairs disappear again, and the branches go back into the ground. Stiles slumps onto the ground on his stomach, not even trying to turn around, already knowing that it will hurt like a bitch.
He falls asleep within seconds, of more losing consciousness, but he doesn't care. He needs some rest for now.
Stiles hisses in pain when he turns around, forgetting that he got whipped not too long ago. He sits up grunting. The world is spinning around him. He feels something cold next to his hand and quickly retreats his hand out of fright.
When he sees it's a bottle of water, he cries silent tears, overjoyed that he at least has some water. He doesn't see any food, but water is more important. He is sipping the water, knowing that if he gulps it down, his stomach will protest.
He sees that it's night again. The moon is out, and he can see some stars. Stiles feels cold and tries to reach for his magic again, but only disappointment comes back from the dull throbbing he still is feeling.
Stiles shivers before lowering himself on his stomach again, using his arms to pillow his head. He's drained again, feeling weak, he knows he can fight back, but now he just feels defeated. He starts to cry, trying to hold in his sobs, but quickly decided that holding them back hurts more on his back than letting them out.
Sobbing against his arms, he again screams for Derek, for Nic, for his dad. But nobody comes.
Stiles scrambles up when the branches part again and the stairs appear. He doesn't try to throw himself at Blake when she descends, already knowing that she will hold him with her magic. He is sitting with his shoulder against the wall, trying to look uninterested.
''Hello, Pet! I'm back!''
''Hello, captain obvious. Anything special in-store today?'' He drawls back.
His head is roughly pulled back by his hair, and he hisses from the stinging pain. It has been at least three days that he is here. The first and second day, he was whipped. The second day he whimpered and screamed after the fifth lash. She loved it, and he felt sick about it. Now the third day was starting. The wounds on his back were still burning.
''As a matter of fact, I do.'' She says happily like she is glad he asked. She releases his hair, and he gently puts his hand through the dirty locks. Rubbing the sore spots.
His wrists are grabbed again by branches, but they don't go down into the floor this time. This time they are dangling from the ceiling. Panic shoots through him from the change.
After a couple of moments, he's standing on his tiptoes, while his arms are almost pulled out of their sockets by the branches from the ceiling. He is breathing heavily and glaring at Blake, who only seems amused.
''You do realize that it is starting to look like a BDSM dungeon here?'' He snaps.
''I do, but, Pet, what did I tell you about talking back?''
''I don't remember. Was this when I told you to go fuck yourself? Or was this when I told you to drop dead?''
He didn't think that that would provoke a reaction, but he sure as hell got one. Her face shifts into the Darach and shivers go through his body from the ugly scars that run over her face.
She then grabs his throat and squeezes. His face starts to tingle, and he is gasping for air, but she does not allow him to breathe. His face is heating from the pressure that is building in his head, and after just a couple of moments, he can see the edges of his vision starting to fade.
Blake releases him then, and he gasps for air. Couching and struggling, he finally gets his breathing under control.
''If you want me dead, you should try harder. I'm starting to think that you are losing your touch. Didn't you already kill six people? What is so hard about killing little ol' me?'' Stiles spats when his breathing regular.
Blake is smirking and starts to stroke his cheek. He tries to pull away, but she doesn't let him.
''You are really something, aren't you? It's nine now, by the way,'' She whispers against his ear. He shivers from disgust.
''So the healers are done too?'' He says in a cold voice.
''Yes, and don't worry, I didn't kill McCall, she would've been perfect, but I'm saving her for the guardians.'' She taunts. Stiles feels fury inside of him, and he starts to roar from rage. She actually takes a couple of steps back, and Stiles finally feels some of his magic inside of him.
The branches snap, and he storms to her, fueled by rage, determination, and adrenalin. He reaches out with his hands, trying to strangle her, but she blinks out of existence. He whirls around, ready for an attack, but he is alone again in his dungeon.
He screams out of frustration and roars again, amplifying his voice with his magic, hoping that someone will hear him.
His adrenalin is fading quickly, but his rage is not. He feels the familiar warmth of his magic and breathes deeply in before pushing a deep breath out. He does this a couple of times, healing his back little by little just so he doesn't fall over from the pain he still feels.
He needs to get out of this and tries to blast the branches that cover the entrance, but they wouldn't budge. He tries to transport himself, but that doesn't work. Stiles is trying to think of a way to get out, but the only solution is to be saved from this place.
He then closes his eyes, focusing on his astral projection. He only succeeded in doing this a handful of times. But the need is there. He needs to get out of here, he needs to contact Derek and Nic, they need to save him, get him out of this hell hole.
After a couple of minutes of meditating, he finally feels the pull and opens his eyes. He is looking at himself and blanches when he sees the state he is in. His torso is pale, and bloodstreams are dried on his sides from where it trickled down from his back while lying down. The rest of his torso is dirty from lying on the ground. His jeans are tattered and filthy. His feet are covered in soot.
His face is pale, and there are heavy bags under his eyes. His hair is matted and standing in all directions. His astral self walks around his regular form to take in his back, and he wants to hurl. He was already scarred from his encounter with Gerard. But these lashes are going to stand out even more.
His back is completely red. You can see the raised skin where the lashes struck. He healed a little bit with his magic, but he still can see the inflicted open wounds. The flesh was literally torn from him.
His astral self turns around. He has seen enough; he concentrates again and finds himself in his own kitchen. He doesn't see anybody there, but he can hear people in the living room. He quickly looks around the room before stepping in, not wanting to let anyone see him but needing to if he wants to get out.
Derek, Nic, Erica, Lydia, and Isaac are in the living room. Pouring over books.
''How the fuck can Deaton come with a ritual where he doesn't know everything about? We need to find Stiles, we now only know he's at the Nemeton, but we still don't know WHERE THE FUCK THAT IS.'' Nic snarls while closing one of the books she was looking in with a slap.
Stiles feels touched that they are doing their best to find him.
''Baby, please, this isn't helping.'' Derek softly says while closing his book softly.
''I know, I fucking know, but I'm going crazy here. He's missing for four days now. Four. And the Darach is still killing people, she is finishing this ritual whatever it takes, I'm afraid, Der. I don't want to lose him.'' She pleads, and Stiles sees tears trickling down her face.
Derek pulls her to him and kisses her head trying to calm her down. Stiles knows that she loves kisses on her head. He walks towards them and sits down on the table in front of them. They can't see him in his astral form, but they can hear him if he touches them.
He softly put his hands on their heads before starting to speak.
''Der, Nic, I'm still alive. I know how you can find me, you need to hurry.'' Stiles says before pulling back. Derek and Nic gasp and look wildly around. It would have been funny if it wasn't so serious.
''Stiles!'' Derek yells.
Lydia, Erica, and Isaac whip their heads around to where the Alpha and Mermaid are sitting before they see a heavy tome landing on the table and opening of its own accord.
Stiles flutters through the pages before stopping at the page about lay lines. He feels the pull again and knows his time is up. He lets the connection break, and he wakes up gasping in his dungeon again.
He doesn't want to sleep but knows he needs it, so he lies on his stomach again and waits for sleep to claim him again.
''So are we going to play nice again today?'' Stiles hears Blake sneer.
''Why would I? I liked it that you ran away from me.'' Stiles grins.
''I will assure you, that is not happening again.'' Blake snarls.
Stiles laughs because it's funny that she really seems to think that she will be surviving this.
''You are delusional. If you think that you are getting out of here alive,'' Blake says, but it's with a lot less conviction than before.
''I think it's the other way around, actually. Do you really think that I'm going to let you live after what you did to me? Trying to name me Pet, trying to beat my will out of me. Trying to break me. You only made one mistake.''
''And what is that, Pet.'' Blake says, putting emphasis on 'Pet.'
''I was already broken. And you are not worth the trouble.'' Stiles says before blasting his magic with a roar at Blake.
She flies back until she hits one of the walls. There she is struggling against the invisible bonds that pin her to the wall.
''Do you know what the worst place is to be?'' Stiles asks softly while walking slowly to Blake.
She is shaking her head and snarling at him.
''Let me go! You are dead, Stiles! DEAD!''
''It's your own mind. Shall we see if you can survive your own mind?'' He whispers while putting his hands on both sides of her face.
Her ugly scarred face is at the front now, and she is still struggling against the bonds, breathing harshly.
Stiles pushes his magic in her head, waiting for her to still. Waiting for her breathing to turn regular before snapping her neck.
Stiles wakes up panting. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why was that a dream. He had hoped that he finally had the upper hand, but it was just a dream. He is still locked in this dungeon of earth.
Yelling from frustration turns into sobs again. The sounds he makes echo on the walls, falling to dead ears.