A/N: Yay! I didn't take too long, did I? I hope not! A little TW for a tiny bit of gore and violence! Werewolves, man, what can u do.
Ndhuo: Thank you! I was really worried about it, but it's good to know it doesn't feel like I'm dragging it out!
DBZfan451: SHE REALLY DOESN'T! baby is out here pretending nothing is wrong like she has a choice lmao. Also, your comments were so nice! I was really happy reading them! But yeah, it's not as much as SI is girly, as much as it's just her finding everything she sees different from herself and hating it lmao, we'll get into that later, but yeah! It's just SI-Stiles hating that she's Stiles, basically.
happy anon: YOU'RE SUCH DARLING! AAAA THANK YOU! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE NEXT CHAPTERS! :]
Show me where it really hurts
I'll show you where it really hurts.
Stiles didn't think she should've felt as surprised as she did when Derek merely tilted his head for her to follow him back, not saying anything.
If she didn't know who he was, she would've felt stupid to follow the mysterious man out into a burned and abandoned shell of a house, but the moment she stepped inside, Stiles was dropping to her knees and pulling out the shitty chains she had stuffed inside her school-bag, lifting them and looking up at Derek pleadingly before his brows rose a tad, scoffing quietly with a shake of his head.
"Those won't hold you." Her fingers tightened around them, gritting her teeth and glaring at him through her tears while the chains started snapping and crumpling under her hands, as if mocking her for even thinking they'd do anything against her new strength.
"Then what will?"
Derek pursed his lips, but sent her a look that somehow translated perfectly to a 'don't move a damn muscle' before walking around her to go further into the house.
With nothing to do but wait, Stiles used the time to sit on the floor almost dramatically, holding back her tears while reaching inside her bag for the PB and Jelly she had prepared.
Derek found her sobbing around her last bite, looking at him pitifully when his face did a funny thing.
She was almost sure that it was a mix between disgust and mirth. Like he wanted to laugh but was too freaked out to do it, shaking his head and dropping the heavy chains by her side, halting her sob-fest when Stiles saw that they were attached to something.
Her overwhelming distress did a fast and quick one-eighty at the sight of a collar.
Maybe it was the moon so close, but she was hit with a quick wave of sharp and cold fury.
After swallowing the last of her sandwich, Stiles reached for the heavy metal collar, cold eyes roving over it before being attracted to the shackles at the ends of the other chains, lips pulling back to bare her teeth in a sneer as her eyes slowly looked back at the older werewolf, who seemed to be bracing himself already, both physically and mentally.
One of his feet moved back a little, as if ready to catch something or put some distance between them.
A good choice, as Stiles gently dropped the constraints, rising to her feet with a deathly glare, looking positively murderous as she started circling him, looking for an opening he simply wasn't giving her.
"You want to collar me?" Her growl had Derek turning to keep her on his line of vision.
"You asked what would hold you." He started slowly, but firmly, watching Stiles warily when she finally stopped with her eyes narrowed, cocking her head to the side a little when he pointed behind him to the chains. "This is it. All that anger you feel? That urge to rip me apart? It'll only get worst as the night approaches."
Stiles didn't want to admit it, but he was making an awful lot of sense.
Plus, she tried rationalizing how she was feeling.
Why was she even angry?
He was right, she had asked him for a way to restrain her so she wouldn't get out and hurt any of Stiles' precious people.
She just hadn't expected to be literally collared like a dog.
A deep breath and Stiles was forcing her muscles to relax, not exactly succeeding but at least calming down enough that she heard Derek's feet shuffle on the floor and indicating that he wasn't on the defensive, anymore.
"Do you want a PB&J?" Stiles blurted out before stomping back to her backpack, idly noticing him stepping out of the way to still watch her from a safe distance. Not answering the other werewolf as she picked the Tupperware, opening and snapping around to look at him sharply. "It think you do. Take one."
Derek sighed annoyedly, rolling his eyes, "Stiles-"
"Take. One."
The ways he pinched his lips made it clear that he was trying not to return her growl, breathing sharply and clenching his teeth so tight the muscle of his jaw jumped.
He looked at her warily, stepping closer carefully to take one of the many sandwiches she had stuffed in there, putting distance between them just as slowly as he was shortened it, careful not to stress her out any further.
Stiles' face scrunched before her arms dropped tiredly, hanging her head in frustration.
"Sorry. The mood swings are killing me." There was a snort, but when she looked up to see how Derek looked laughing, he was already eating away at the PB&J with a blank face. "I think I've cried and blacked out in rage a thousand times, already." She bemoaned, carefully sitting down by the chains again to properly take a look at them.
They were new, but the collar wasn't, neither were the shackles.
Those seemed… old.
No in a rusted, ready to snap old, but in a… dark thick metal that simply haven't been made like since- shit, since forever.
"It'll get better." He cocked his head to the side a little as if conceding a point to Stiles when she sent him a disbelieving look. "Eventually." She managed to get a quirk of lips from Derek at her snort, shaking her head with a deep breath.
"Alright, where can I change?"
"Change?"
"Yeah?" His unimpressed look made her pull out the clothes she'd brought with her, hugging them to her chest and speaking defensively. "What? I'm not going to destroy my nice clothes!"
Derek looked her up and down mockingly, as if asking if those were really her nice clothes. What a dick.
In the end, he let her change in his room, and if she couldn't hear him pacing around the burnt house, Stiles would've unashamedly snooped.
It was clean, unlike the rest of the place- still burnt and somewhat destroyed, but it had a mattress with sheets and a pillow, his bag was in a chair and the floor was clear of dirt and soot. It also strongly smelled of him.
Stiles didn't want to try her luck at staying along for so long, quickly changing and rushing out barefooted to meet the other werewolf, who immediately paused and waited for her to catch up.
He had gone further into the house with the chains and her backpack, not saying anything and simply waiting for Stiles to situate herself and find him.
Maybe she was a little disgruntled when she found him, but Derek only nodded at her before analyzing her curiously.
"You're good at using your new senses." He looked at her for a little longer before giving a sharp and final nod, but said nothing else.
"Thanks?"
When he kept walking further down without any more comments, Stiles decided to follow his lead; keeping silence and trailing after him.
It took her a few seconds to recognize where he'd taken her, and even when she remembered, she couldn't tell when she'd seen it, but Stiles recognized it as the place he would one day be tortured and made as a lecture for Allison.
Was it there that Peter lost a finger? No, that was in Mexico, right?
Maybe.
It didn't matter.
She looked around warily, noting there were already scratches on the floor and walls, as well as rings where Derek would be able to chain her to.
"Is this-" Stiles pursed her lips to keep her question in. It was a stupid question, of course that was where his family would chain themselves when they were learning control. Shaking her head, Stiles dropped the clothes she came in with on top of her backpack, watching Derek start to set up her restraints.
"You'll be stronger today, since it's your first full moon." He explained in a clipped voice, as if knowing what she almost asked, tugging on the chains harshly to test them and not even looking at her. "These should hold you."
"Should?"
Derek didn't turn to look at her, as he was locking everything and going as far as pulling out an old hammer and huge nails to keep the chains on the floor. Those industrial looking ones.
He rattled the chains again after dropping the supplies nearby, checking everything over in silence. The only sound echoing through the tunnels were her breaths, who were starting to turn haggard the longer she watched the chains.
Chains.
She was going to be collared like a rabid animal just so she didn't kill.
Stiles could still feel it; her wolf snarling and howling in the back of her mind, clawing and bloodying its teeth to get out.
It was a good thing she had changed. Already the clothes were sticking to her heated skin, sweat starting to bead on her brow and telling her she needed to chug on the bottle of water she had stuffed inside her backpack.
Her face hurt, like she had dropped face first into a pile of snow, burning her skin and causing a sharp pain in her bones.
"Your friend," Derek startled her out of drying the water bottle, pulling her attention away from how she felt too big for her body. "He doesn't know, does he?"
She watched him for a few seconds, noting how he had brought out a blanket and was laying it on the ground carefully, with practice that told her he'd done it all before.
"He does. He just doesn't believe." Stiles didn't want to think about that. She had warned him, even if he didn't believe, at least it was in the back of his mind. The newly turned werewolf definitely didn't want to think about how the lack of Stiles' presence might get him killed. No, sir… Shit. "You'll watch out for him, right?"
Derek finished laying down the blanket, dropping her Tupperware and another bottle of water on it before finally answering her, words measured.
"I'll try, but-" He tightened his lips, sending her a look before pointedly moving his eyes to the wall. "Pain won't bring you back as easily as it will your friend. You'll be…"
"Harder to deal with?" Stiles supplied meekly, flinching when he nodded sharply. "Great. That's just great."
The worst part about the mood-swings and the blood lust, was that it crept up on her. It slid over her without her noticing until it was too late, until she had to make herself bleed to remember that attacking Derek was stupid despite his very puncheable face, that he was helping her when he didn't have to.
"It's time." He called out a few hours of silence after, not moving closer despite how long it took her to drag herself to the blanket he had laid out.
Now, Stiles couldn't see the darkening sky, but she could feel that sharp and hot pain in her bones and the way her throat was dry, like she needed to lap at something to make it stop tightening.
Her breath had grown haggard and she was soaked in sweat, for the first time thankful over OG Stiles' decision to shave all her hair when it kept it from sticking to her face.
Derek moved slowly, tensing every time a growl slowly built in her chest and pausing if she was much as twitched.
She could taste his fear in the back of her throat as he screwed the cuffs around her wrists, despite the lack of show in his body language.
"Hurry up." Stiles snarled sharply through her fangs, snapping them with the intent of taking a piece out when Derek finally locked the second shackle on her left wrist, smiling darkly when the older werewolf quickly avoided her shedding his blood by leaning back, protecting his throat and glaring at her.
"Do not-" Was his only warning before she tried tackling him, the chains groaning under her strength; her shoulders burning when her arms were forced back and even then, Stiles still tried reaching him, snarling and snapping her teeth while Derek watched with a frustrated look, rolling his eyes as if she was merely inconveniencing him despite how she could hear his pulse jumping.
Derek roared loudly over her own angry roar, his blue eyes shining starkly against the dim lightening and his fangs sharp enough to make her pause and flinch.
It didn't last for too long, but it was the only opening he needed before threw his weight against her to knock her back, knees on her shoulders to keep her down and his boot pressing on her arm. Luckily for him, her other arm was trapped underneath her, the pain of her shoulder popping out of place shocking her for long enough so he could collar her quickly, cursing annoyedly when she bucked him out with a growl, snarling again to try and cower her into stillness.
The moment he managed to lock the collar, Derek was jumping away, glaring at her and wiping the dust away from his clothes annoyedly while Stiles tried reaching for him again.
She was beyond words, the anger and blood lust too settled to make her coherent even as Derek tried talking her down.
"-alm down! Stiles- Stiles!" He bellowed, only making her more agitated, watching her claw at the metal around her neck and draw blood without even noticing, whining and snarling. "Center yourself!"
"Fuck you!" Though it was a rude thing to say, the fact she had answered was enough to make him relax a little.
"Good, feel that. Is it anger? Fear? Take it, use it and bring yourself back." She glared fiercely, pulling her restraints harshly when she felt it give. Both werewolves stilled at that, heads turning back to see what was coming loose.
While Stiles was smirking with all her teeth in display at the sight of the wall starting to crack from where she was pulling against where it'd been drilled, Derek had already moved to the hammer and nails he had set aside, dodging her swipes in order to hammer another thick huge nail onto the ground and chains.
Stiles attacked him when he tried jumping back again, tackling him and snarling like an animal despite the desperate clogging in her throat to just stop.
Derek froze when she stood above him growling deeply, baring her teeth and snapping them near his throat in warning.
She leaned closer, sniffing around him and wanting in equal parts bask in his fear and get away from it. Apparently she had been able to hit a swipe on his cheek, the wound already closing despite the blood dripping into his hair from his face.
When her hands wrapped around the handle of the heavy hammer, Derek closed his eyes, as if accepting his fate of her bashing his head in.
"Take it." He didn't need to be told twice, instantly throwing her off him and swiping the hammer back from her while she smacked her hand on the smooth ground, growling in preparation. "Do it."
She roared when he hesitated, pressing her forehead onto the cold floor and flattening her palm even more.
"Now-!" Her shriek was more human when Derek finally nailed her hand to the ground, bringing Stiles back full force and carefully dropping to his knees in front of her as the werewolf sobbed in pain. It was so bad she felt like she was going to throw up, but she needed it. Needed the pain to remind her that she wasn't an animal.
The girl raised her head with a pitiful whine after he gently placed a hand on her back, rubbing awkwardly as she shook like a leaf, huffing and sobbing.
"Again." Derek's hand paused on her back, and Stiles sniffled while extending her other shaking hand, noticing the distinct lack of claws.
"You don't need-"
"Please." She begged in a whimper despite his flinching, looking at him pleadingly when he didn't answer her. "Plea-!"
This time she didn't scream.
Couldn't. The sound of her bones breaking and the pain running up her arm was debilitating, it rendered her useless.
It was a tad surprising to her that it made her relax, that the pain grounded her so much she sighed in relief and pressed her cheek on the blanket, blinking slowly while the tears slid down her face and the scent of her own blood overwhelmed the rage and fear that had been permeating through the air.
She thought she felt him cradling the back of her neck and whispering reassurances, but Stiles couldn't focus on him at that moment, only on herself and in her pain.
"I need to get your friend, alright?" Stiles made a noise in response, but neither could tell if it was a simple acknowledgment or if the whine was so he wouldn't leave her.
Either way, Derek gave her one last look after also carefully chaining her ankles, hesitating for a moment before taking the shirt she had come in with and her phone. Not that the chained werewolf noticed.
"Thank you," She whispered when he was leaving, faintly hearing him pause on the opening to the tunnel.
Derek took a shaky deep breath once he was stepping outside the burnt house, looking up at the sky and how the moon would soon reach its peak.
He had another teen wolf to wrangle.
Scott was having a somewhat great week.
Sure, it had started a little weird with Stiles dragging him through the woods and them getting attacked and bitten- or, well, thinking they'd been bitten, but at least they had a sleepover, even if there hadn't been the usual game-filled night, but it allowed him to sleep well knowing that Stiles wasn't home alone.
Then, Allison happened- not only that, but they actually made first line! And Allison actually agreed with letting him take her to the party!
Alright, he'd admit that there had been some ups and downs. Like Jackson thinking he was on steroids, waking up in the woods and Stiles acting weird with all the werewolf talk, and she was forgetting things-
And now she wasn't at school- ok, he had a point to say about saying he was having a great week.
Stiles had stopped answering him the night before, and Scott still thinks she was mad at him for saying she was sick in the head back at the woods and for snapping at her, especially considering he knew what that would mean to his best friend, who lost her mother to dementia, but- but he apologized! And it's not like Stiles to hold a grudge for so long, so yes, he was a little afraid of her being sick.
He nearly lost it when she didn't show up for class, going as far as asking the administrative office if someone had called to say why she wasn't there only for them to say that they couldn't tell him.
Stiles also seemed to have turned off her phone, so she wasn't answering him, and it was only the thought that maybe he'd see her at the party that had Scott going through the day.
And the date, of course.
Scott wasn't sure if he was relieved or terrified when the moon started having effects on him, when he left Allison stranded and stumbled into his bathtub shaking in fear.
In the back of his mind, Scott knew Stiles would be smug and happily shoving in his face that she had been right.
It was the memory that Stiles was going through the same ordeal as him that had Scott jumping to his chiming phone, his huffing and shaking halting immediately at the text from his best friend's number.
Good luck finding them, Scott.
He doesn't truly know how he ended up there, but his vision was tinged red and he was snarling in the woods, nearly in all fours peering up at Allison's jacket and what he's pretty sure was one of Stiles' shirts, both hanging from a branch.
Something caught his attention, either the sound of someone approaching or a scent, but he found himself growling a question,
"Where are they?"
His head snapped around, searching for the werewolf that led him there.
"Allison's safe." Derek's voice echoed around through the woods, leaving Scott disorientated as to where he was. "From you."
When Scott turned around again, it was to Derek falling from above, successfully wrestling with him down the slope of dirt and rolling down midst snarls and growls, roughly being pushed into a tree with Derek sneering at him with a hand nearly on his throat.
"Where is she? What did you do to her?" He couldn't tell if he was asking about Stiles or Allison, but it didn't matter when Derek shushed him harshly head snapping up as if hearing something Scott couldn't.
"Too late," Derek muttered, finally looking down at Scott with a glare. "They're already here. Run."
Scott wasn't given any time or choice before he also heard the quiet steps coming their way, trying to rush after Derek only to end up disoriented and with a freaking arrow trapping him to a tree by his forearm;
The world was still twinged red and moving slowly, but he could perfectly see the three man lowering their weapons, the one in the front clearly the leader.
They stared off for a few seconds before the leader spoke up.
"Take him."
It didn't take long for Derek to save him, despite Scott's confusion, letting the older werewolf push him into running ahead of him, stumbling after they were far enough and gasping with exhaustion.
When he turned around from where he had fallen, resting back against a tree, Derek was already looking down at him with what seemed like he natural scowl.
"Who were they?"
"…Hunters. The kind that has been hunting us for centuries."
"Us?" Scott hissed, finally standing up again to square up to the other man. "You mean you! You did this to me- To us!" Suddenly, Scott felt like he was ready to attack him again, gums aching to bite.
"Is it really so bad, Scott?" He started over Scott's growls, stepping closer to look down at him with annoyance. "That you can see better, hear more clearly? Move faster than any human could ever hope?!" Scott backed away at his angry voice, falling back into the tree and squirming in discomfort and pain. "You've been given something most people would kill for. The bite is a gift-"
"I don't want it!"
Derek looked down his nose at the shirtless boy, lips pulling back in a mocking sneer.
"You will." His expression blanked again, though his brows were still pulled down in disapproval, at what Scott wasn't completely sure. "And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it. So you and I, Scott?" Derek leaned closer, fingers tight on one of the boy's shoulders as he tried catch the boy's eyes. "We're brothers now. You need me." He straightened again, tilting his head and smirking almost smugly. "Stiles did."
The world slowed again when Scott jumped close again, snarling with fury and snapping his fangs at Derek, claws successfully digging into the man's arms when he used his hands to keep the angry werewolf at arms' length, pushing him back
"Where is she?! What did you do to her?!"
Derek grunted annoyedly, giving one last harsh shove and sending Scott back into the tree.
"She's safe. She came to me asking for help. So I did." He sneered, that disdain returning to his eyes when he spoke again. "Unlike you."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
With a scoff, Derek straightened his jacket before looking down at the rips on the sleeves and glaring back at Scott for it.
"I've been watching you two all week, and I saw you dismiss her worries." Scott flinched back at the harsh words, ducking his chin guiltily. "She was terrified today, and had to count on someone she saw once because her best friend was calling her crazy."
Derek spat, only making Scott sink further into himself, whining quietly and finally managing to have the man sigh annoyedly, rolling his eyes and stepping back.
"I'll take you to her. C'mon."
"Wha- Wait up!" Scott had to scramble after the man, stumbling a few time before finally catching up to Derek's long and purposeful strides. "But she's fine, right? You- You helped her?"
There was a moment of tense silence where the only thing both could hear was the sound of Scott's heart thumping loudly, going faster the longer it took for him to know if Stiles was OK.
Oh, but he knew she'd need to be bribed with vanilla milkshake to fully forgive him, but he would pay a thousand of those for her if it meant she was safe.
"She will be."
"What the hell does that mean?"
The hiss earned him a dark glower, but even Derek's scowl couldn't hide the guilt shining in his eyes, nor how he quickened his steps.
"It means that she'll do anything to stop herself from hurting others."
With that ominous response, both rushed through the woods with a single-minded thought of reaching the she-wolf.
Scott's mind was filled with horrible thoughts that those hunters had gotten to her, or worst, that Derek had hurt her and stuffed her body somewhere.
Somehow, the sight that he met was even worst than he had expected.
He could smell the blood miles before reaching the house, growing agitated at the scent and nearly wolfing out again until Derek snapped at him to calm down or he wouldn't take Scott to his friend, who didn't need to feel his own anxiety on top of her own.
Derek also muttered something about her more sensitive senses, but Scott was too busy following her shaky breaths.
Scott thought he was going to throw up at the sight of his best friend, her tiny form shaking and shackled, blood pooling from where her hands were nailed to the ground.
"Stiles! What did you do?!" He turned to Derek with a roar, eyes glowing yellow and ready to pounce still a quiet groan stopped him short, making him hesitate before sending Derek a dark glare, turning back to Stiles and kneeling in front of her, shaking hands hovering awkwardly over her hands. "What- Help me take it out-!"
"No-" Stiles whispered coarsely, turning her cheek to rest on the stained blanket to gaze up at him dazedly. She looked paler than usual, eyes seeming to flicker between the honey tones to a bright gold, sweat dripped down her face even as she tried rubbing it off. "N-not yet-t."
Scott growled quietly when Derek approached, moving to hover protectively over her fallen form while the older man crouched nearby, dismissing his odd behavior without a second thought in order to peer down at her in worry.
"You're shaking." It wasn't a question, and soon he was stripping himself from the leather jacket, sending Scott a warning snarl when the boy tensed at his approach, baring his teeth annoyedly before finally covering her with it. "There are a few more hours until the moon goes down."
"T-tha-anks."
"This is insane!" Why was that happening to them? Why is she hurt? How- God! "You chained her?"
As if the words reminded Stiles, the girl started growling lowly into the blanket while the clanking sounds of her chains served as background noise to it.
"Stiles." Derek snapped, reaching over to squeeze the nape of her neck above the collar and only leaning back once the sound died out and when she stopped trying to pull on the shackles around her ankles, huffing tiredly and whining when he let her go. "I told you she doesn't need to deal with your emotions too."
Once more, Scott found himself flinching back from Derek's sharp words, still shaking at the gory sight of his best friend hurt and pinned down like a bug, but biting back his freaked out remarks.
"Wh-" He started, swallowing the lump in his throat and busying himself with rubbing her back gently not to jostle her hands. "Why is she l-like this?"
Derek frowned, pressing his lips together and seeming to contemplate whether to tell him or not; it was only Stiles' lifting her head a little to show she was also interested that had him sighing annoyedly and rising to his feet again.
"Female shapeshifters are stronger." He answered shortly, turning around to avoid his gaze and to drop Stiles' phone back on her backpack. "And she is stronger than most." Then he paused to look back at Scott with derision. "Stronger than you at least."
"Ha- get. r-rekt. bitch." She slurred, causing Scott to send the back of her head an offended look before glaring at Derek's almost smile.
"So you had to nail her hand to the ground? To collar her?!"
"Why don't you try dealing with her the next full moon without the shackles, huh? Let's see how long you last before she rips your throat out." Derek seethed, this time turning to glare at her when she snorted.
"wih ma teeth-"
"Go to sleep." The green-eyed man commanded sharply, watching the girl nod once and drop her head back to the blanket.
"ookie dokie."
Scott was only a little surprised to hear her heart slow down, blinking at his friend's sleeping form before slowly returning his wary eyes to Derek.
"She'll be fine." His green eyes flicked down at the passed out teen, lips quirking for a millisecond before returning to his blank face. "She's tougher than she looks."
A/N: Alright! Thank you for reading, and yeah, Stiles isn't having a good time right now. I miss the tagging system from AO3, but yeah :(
Anywho! I'll start to free up after this week, so hopefully i'll get to conk out more of these babies, soon! :]
