Seth walked across the parking lot, he had three bags of food in his hand he brought up the cup and took a sip from the straw as he looked around looking at the families that are running about and the cleaners moving from room to room. He walked into the hotel room and to see Richie sat at the table polishing his gun "Any problems?" Richie asked, Seth notice that Richie had his one hand under the table …Odd… he thought

"Just our order being messed up." He said as he dropped the food onto the table. "I got you your… you're… Where's the Sheriff's kid?" Seth asked as he looked around the room holding a bag of curly fries in his hand

"In the bed room." Richie said as he took a bite out of his food and start chewing. Seth put the curly fries down and looked at him

"Why is he in there when he should be here?" Seth asked, pointing to the sofa

"He's laying down." Richie shrugged

"Laying down? Richie so help me if you…"

He walked over to the bed room and open the door he stopped and looked at the scene in the room, he walked over to the bed and put his fingers to Stiles neck and let out a sigh of relief that the kid isn't dead but he doesn't like the fact that Stiles is laying on his side in the of the bed cross ways a black eye stained his face and a busted lip, his clothes look torn in places not some good places. "Richie…"

"He attacked me see, he put a hole through my hand!" Seth looked at the bloody hand and frowned as he looked through the hole

"How did he get a gun?" The older brother asked. Stiles open his eyes and looked up to see them yelling again, he bolted up right …again not the best idea in the world… he thought as he pulled himself up to the bed bored.

Richie open his mouth and yelled "He stole it off me!" Seth did not look impressed with Richie at this moment in time.

"YOU WERE TRYING TO RAPE ME!" Stiles yelled, Seth snapped his head as he turned to look at him and then back to Richie with anger bubbling under his eyes

"No no no Seth he's lying who are you going to believe me your own brother or some fag kid."

"OI!" Stiles yelled throwing pillow at him "Takes one to know one." He muttered making Richie look at him with draggers

"Richie you swing both ways. Look that isn't the point you don't do that to our hostage alright we're trying to get to Mexico to El Rey and we can't do that if our only meal ticket is dead or too broke to do shit!"

Stiles watched them his heart hammering so hearted that his ears were hurting, he could still taste Richie's blood in his mouth where he took a chances and bite him on the neck just to try and get him off him, he then picked up a pillow and throw it at him as he fire the gun he picked off Richie's person. "I wasn't going to…"

"I don't care just keep your hands to yourself alright!" Seth turned back to Stiles "You get in there and get cleaned up and you come with me."

Stiles shuts himself in the bath room and leans against the door and shivered as he held himself "Come on Scott get me out of here." He whispered then he remembered his mobile the brothers Grimm never bothered to take his phone. He pulled his mobile out of his pocket and called the first number on his phone "Please pick up."

"Stiles?" Came a voice he didn't really want to hear

"Peter? Oh shit wrong number but you have to do." Stiles said as he locked the bathroom door, pushing the chair under the handle

"Oh thank you Stiles it's so nice to hear from you to." Peter said back. Stiles frowned and looked at himself in the mirror

"Peter shut up and listen will you! I need you to call Scott and tell him where I am and tell him to hurry up and get me out of here before these get to the border." Stiles said. He stopped breathing for a moment when he heard someone at the door.

"Stiles what are you doing in there?" Came Seth's voice, he saw the door handle rattle and heard the wooden door bow and creak under the older man's weight, Stiles blinked at the toilet and then the sink.

"Stiles who's that? Why is your heart rate beating so fast?" Peter asked as Stiles turned the tap on and flushed the toilet "What is going on Stiles?"

"They haven't told you?" He asked whispering knowing werewolf hearing would pick up his voice

"No? Told me what?" Stiles heard the chair that Peter was sat on scrape back as the man stood up…does he care?… He thought

"I've been kidnapped by the Gecko brothers they are heading for Mexico to a place called El…"

"Rey." Stiles eyes widen and pulled himself into the corner as Seth banged on the door "Stiles el Rey is a made up place. The vampires who work for man well a vampire name Carlos he tells people this so he can get them to do their dirty work and if they dye they die but if they live."

"He kills them."

"Yes."

"STILES OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" Seth yells,

"Peter please call Scott tell him what you just told me because…" The door was broken down and Seth stood there panting as he looked at Stiles. His eyes flickered to the phone in his hand "…I just been found out." He said to the wolf as he handed the phone to Seth.

Seth looked down at the phone and then back to the teen, he turned the phone off and dropped it down the toilet and pulled the flush "Oh god come on dude you could have just kept it in your pocket!"

"What the hell is wrong with you? What happen to behave and you won't get hurt?" Stiles balled his fists up and stood straight to him

"Oooh right and what about my Rule Seth? Your brother tried to rape me. So I think we're even!" Stiles snarled. Seth was quiet for a moment before he looked at Stiles

"Who is Peter your boyfriend?" Stiles puffed

"No just some crazy werewolf who tried to kill a bunch of people but his nephew burnt him alive now he's just a creeper." Seth looked at him blankly

"I can't tell if you're telling me the truth."

"Well there is something for you to think about." Stiles said as he grabbed his hood off the bed and walked into the living room.

Richie was sat there with hims warped in duct tape…Really…Stiles thought as he sat on the sofa pulling his knees up to his chest "Who Carlos?" Stiles asked when Seth walks back out. Both brothers looked at him, Richie was out of his chair quickly

"Did Peter tell you his? Is he FBI? That boy's father?"

"Hardly Scott hates him like me." Stiles said "No he's …just connected." He tell them. Richie looked at Seth

"What did he tell you?" The younger brother asked, Stiles raised and eyes brow and leaned back putting his legs down

"You're fucked."