Chapter 3
I know I left you guys with a serious cliff hanger. And I am so excited to see where I take this story. Sometimes it doesn't go the direction I want but it's not always a bad thing. I am so excited to see how much you guys come to love this fic. I love you all! You are such an amazing fanbase!
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Stiles:
I began to clank at the metal, trying desperately to get out of the handcuffs that seemed bonded to examination table. They wouldn't come off no matter how much I pulled. Welts began to form and burn around the tight metal on the skin.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You won't get anywhere." Derek taunted as he talked with Deaton. I didn't like the knowing tone in his voice as if he knew something I didn't. It was… unsettling. I didn't bother to listen as I kept trying to free my hands, and finally I noticed the burns and welts weren't healing! Nothing was healing.
I spun around best I can to try and look at Derek, which didn't really work considering I was held prisoner the opposite way. I didn't like the way they were talking but finally Derek came to face me as he strode across the room arrogantly.
"What the hell did you do to me? Why am I not healing you incompetent ass." I spat, hands balling up in the chains, which granted hurt but I didn't care at that moment.
All of a sudden my chin was gripped tightly so I wouldn't move and I came eye to eye with a very, very angry alpha.
"You lost your right to ask questions when you murdered your family. Now sit still and, shut. The. Hell. Up!" he ground out and then tossed my head back so hard I felt it should've broke. Before I could quip back Deaton was in front of me.
"Okay stiles I need to give you a shot, it'll help you heal but will allow us to keep the chains on." He said nicely and I allowed him to roll up my dirty sleeve before sticking the needle in my arm, it hurt for a second but the pain was gone as soon as it came.
"It's the chains isn't it… the chains block my wolf you son of a bitch!" I began to thrash in the tough metal and look back at Deaton, the look on his face was all the answer I needed. And I did not like it one bit. I began to clank the metal trying ineffectively to get out. Derek was who I wanted, I wanted… no NEEDED to kill him. My wolf may be blocked but the instincts were all there. He was a threat; he had to be dealt with.
Derek took three steps forward, sensing all the rage and hatred, before he was stopped by Deaton. A smirk covered my face as the big bad alpha was interrupted by a human. Not that there was anything wrong with humans.
"Okay you need to calm down… I need to give you one more shot." He said and looked at me for the okay. I just nodded and looked away from the group, all glaring at me and in a defensive position as if THEY were the one in danger. After I felt the needle leave my body I looked back to Derek.
"Okay now let me go! I have better places to be, this has nothing to do with you." My hands were balled up again and I began to ground my teeth together.
"That's where your wrong." the elderly gentlemen named Peter aided, eyes narrowed.
"It has everything to do with us." Derek finished for him before continuing.
"You're coming with us whether you like it or not kid."
I just laughed at that.
And laughed,
And laughed.
"Like hell I am!" I shot back hoping for some sort of reaction, to which all I got was a smirk, and that irritated more. And at that point I started to feel sleepy. My body felt too heavy for my legs to carry as I fell to the floor, hands above my head due to the short length of the handcuffs. My eye lids started to get heavy as I had a mental war with myself to stay awake.
"What did you do to me?" I managed to get out, breathlessly.
To that Derek crouched down to become eye level with me.
"Just sleep." He seemed to whisper as the whole world was turning foggy like I was underwater.
"You son of a bitch." I rolled off my tongue though it seemed like I had gargled nails as sleep finally took me.
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Derek:
I looked down at the sleeping figure that lay sprawled out before me, smirk still in place at the small victory. He was out cold, not for long but it gave us enough time to do the essentials.
"Okay I'm going to ask, what was that?" Scott's uneasy voice came from behind only to be soothed by Alison's hand on his back. I got up and turned towards the pack ready to explain when Deaton beat me to it, which I didn't mind because he could probably explain a bit better than me, not that I would admit it.
"I sedated him with the second injection so when you transport him to the car he won't lash out. That and you can unhook the handcuffs without the possibility of the wolf coming into play. I don't think it would be a problem considering it would only be a few seconds but you never know with an alpha." His eyes shifted to the boy that was causing the commotion and his face seemed too twisted into that only to be described as disgust.
"Oh that reminds me… here." Deaton said, coming out of his disgust long enough to get back on point and pulled out about ten needles with thick liquid in the tube.
"These will keep him sedated. And these…," he paused and took out four more needles but these were blood red and had bits of different material such as mountain ash, wolfs bane, and other herbs. It made my wolf squirm with discomfort but I took them anyway, "those will allow him to get out of the handcuffs but keep the wolf blocked, I only have a little and it takes time to make so use carefully only when needed, understood?"
I nodded and stuck it in my jacket pocket to put away later.
"Wait… transport!? What do you mean!" Isaac shouted eyes looking wary and finally catching up to what was going on.
"Yes. He is going to stay with us. We can't just let him loose. He is dangerous." I said calmly not needing to explain myself, which I didn't I was the alpha and they would listen.
"So what do we do now dear nephew." Peter said in that condescending tone I hated so much and I scowled at him before addressing the rest of the pack.
"Deaton unlock the handcuffs, Scott go put him in my car and as soon as he is seated lock the handcuffs on because we don't know how long we have, Isaac Erica and Boyd go get in the car, everyone else go to the house we will meet you there. Go, now." I listed off the things my pack needed to dousing my alpha voice. I did not need any BS right now. I handed Scott the key and he began to drag the limp teen in his arms.
Once everyone got to work and was out of the building I turned to Deaton who was nodding off into space looking contemplative. I cleared my voice and he turned towards me looking like the stoic vet I knew him as. He began to pace back and forth finally coming to rest in front of the examination table I had been leaning on and just minutes ago held a prisoner captive. I looked down waiting for the question he needed to ask me.
"Are you sure you're doing the right thing…" he asked attentively.
"I hope so… I can't kill him Deaton. There is too much blood. This is the best solution I can come up with that wouldn't just let him walk." I answered voice unsure and I looked up into his calculating eyes.
"What he did… killing all those people… his family no less… it is just awful." His voice cracked just a bit as if going into a painful memory and that suddenly reminded me how little I knew about deaton, and I went to answer, to tell him if anyone knew it was horrible it was me… I lived through it! But was abruptly cut off by Deaton continuing on, his voice growing fainter like a candle loosing light, it was still there just barely noticeable.
"And you are all the better of a person to be doing what you just did. What you lived through… no man should have to endure that kind of suffering, and you were a boy. A small child put into a lonely and cruel world with no one but your sister to help guide you. Then you became an alpha with no guidance. A terrible one but you grew into the man I knew you would. You grew into an alpha." He finished and I just stared at him in amazement. Approval has meant nothing to me since my dad died, and even though Deaton could never fill those shoes it still meant a lot to have his approval. To have something… someone tied back to the past and who didn't go crazy.
I didn't know what to say and the look he gave me said he understood. I simply went the quiet stony rout and gave him a slight nod and a smile before pushing off the table and heading out the door but was abruptly stopped by a quiet whisper.
"Derek." He said and I partly turned my head so I could see him.
"Be careful." He managed with such affection I nearly toppled over.
"Always am." I called over my shoulder as I opened the door to leave, small smile playing on my face.
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Stiles:
I was jerked awake with the feeling of being thrown in the air only to be put roughly back down again into plush leather seating. Everything felt so heavy on my body like I had pounds and pounds of weight on my chest and legs, feeling like I should sink. My head felt so foggy as if I had been sleeping for weeks and everything was so thick I could barely breathe.
When I finally had the sense to peel back my eye lids, which by the way took a lot of effort on my part, I almost threw up.
"If you throw up on my seats I will not hesitate to kill you. My car means more to me than your life." A rough voice came through in all the fog and noise going through my head. I rolled my eyes and instantly regretted the action. I looked at Derek and almost lunged but my hands were weighed down by the shackles I wore.
I settled for just looking disgusted at Derek and murmuring under my breath trying to get rid of the sleep induced fog, it was most likely cause by whatever it is they stuck me with. and then it hit me.
They drugged me!
"Oh, you son of a bitch! You fucking drugged me!" I spat, my eyes blazing with hatred and disgust.
"Yes I did, and unless you want me to do it again I suggest you shut up." Derek replied calmly as if we were talking about the weather. And that just pissed me off more.
"I will not shut up you over confident, dirty nose, sleezebag. What the hell man you can't just fucking drug me!" at this point language didn't even matter to me, and I jumped in surprise as growling came from the backseat. I realized now that he brought the guard dogs… great now there really isn't any chance of escape.
It was Isaac the kid who helped me with the panic attack, Boyd, and Erica all piled up in the backseat ready to jump and defend their alpha. They wouldn't have a chance to however because all of a sudden we came to a sharp stop that nearly jostled me out of my seat. The handcuffs didn't help at trying to keep me in place and continued to burn against my skin.
Derek quickly got up and opened the door right before slamming it down so hard it actually shook the car. He began to walk in front of the car, eyes looking cloudy as if he held a storm on the inside, and jerked my door open before throwing me out and slamming me into the hood of the car. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt but I wouldn't show it.
"Thought you said this car was worth more than my life, whatever happened to that." I ground out trying to keep my eyes open… being human sucks.
"shut. Up. And listen here. I don't think you realize what you've done. I am the only person here who doesn't want you dead for what you did and only because we have to much blood on our hands. You will do what the fuck I say, do you understand." He said, inches away from my face, so close in fact I saw the tale tell signs of fangs coming into play.
I heard the car door close with a soft click and then the three betas join us along with the rest of his pack, and only then did I realize that we were stopped at a rather large house, but didn't get a good look at it before turning back to Derek. My eyes narrowed and suddenly that rage I had felt for Kate and what she did was back. She made these people believe that I killed my pack… my FAMILY everyone who I loved was gone, so what did I have to loose.
My life… any chance I had at life would be gone… I needed a way out of here and fast.
"Why!" I said pushing him back a bit and getting my footing back. The whole began to get into a protective circle around me and Derek, ready to take out the threat… the killer, if necessary. I allowed myself a small grimace and Derek smirked.
"Because I'm the one who can give the order to tear you apart and they won't hesitate, hell they won't even complain about it because you are dangerous. Because I am the alpha."
"Take these handcuffs off and I will show you who the real alpha is." I said in a deathly whisper saying the word real as something dirty. As if he was a little boy and couldn't govern a pack and wasn't worthy of that title. As if he was nothing. And he looked angry. He came back at me eyes blood red, gripping my shirt so tight his knuckles turned ghost white as he slammed me against the car door this time. The impact on my head was enough for me to see stars that danced in my vision. I thought my plan worked and he was going to rip the binding pieces of metal off my flesh. He looked that angry.
But instead his eyes began to fade back into their gently green and he just smiled, it was a small smile and would classify as a smirk more than anything else, but a smile and leaned in so his mouth was right next to my ear.
"I know what you're doing and it's not going to work." His hot breath whispered against my ear, and my eyes widened in astonishment and fear. It hadn't worked.
And just as he was there Derek was gone, heading inside leaving me to fall on the forest floor with a thud.
"Scott, peter, and Isaac lock him up in the training room until I can figure out the next move. Peter make sure he is secure and the handcuffs DON'T come off. Understand. Everyone else pack meeting, starts when they get back." Derek's voice drifted over his shoulder from where he stopped before walking inside.
"You can't just lock me up!" I screamed at Derek's back trying my best to protest but the stars had seemed to creep back up into my visions along with spots. I was starting to get dizzy and suddenly I was glad he had dropped me. He swiveled around on his heels, eyes growing dark as he took steps towards me again, anger sparking in his tone and malice in every step his legs carried him.
"I can and I will you're a threat. And I refuse to kill you. Oh… and get used to being human. That's a title you will be keeping for a while. Because you are no real alpha. Your just the sick sadistic kid who killed his whole family." He said in a sinister voice that made my blood run cold.
The last thing I remember was two hands gripping me roughly and taking me into the dragon's lair before sleep seemed to swallow me whole taking me into the darkness.
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So there we are folks! Let's recap the chapter shall we! Stiles was drugged, Deaton and Derek shared a kind of father son moment. Stiles was being a little shit… and stiles is back to square one again!
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