ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ *ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ*

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Stiles POV

I woke up to someone shaking me. "Come on Stiles. Wake up. Please don't be dead" Elena begged.

"Sorry to give you the bad news, darling. But I'm already dead" I laughed opening my eyes, and slowly sat up.

I looked around to see where we were, and all that I could tell was that we were at an abandoned house.

How nice of them. They vamp-nap me and bring me to this dump. Talk about manners.

I went to move, but I realized that my hands and feet were tied up with some rope that was covered in vervain. Meaning that whoever took us either knows about vampires, or they're a vampire themselves.

Whoever they are, they're going to die of a slow and painful death!

I looked over at Elena waving my hands in the air. "Fancy undoing these ropes for me?" I asked her, but before she could answer a woman walked in.

"Don't even think about it" She snapped as she noticed Elena going to untie the ropes.

Elena quickly stood up, leaving the ropes. Cheers Elena. "Who are you? What do you want with us?" Elena cried, just as a man joined us.

He walked over to me and ran his thumb over my cheek. I hate men touching me. I always have for as long as I remember. It just didn't seem right.

If my hands weren't tied together, I would have ripped his heart out. Just like I do to every man that touches me.

I glared at him gritting my teeth. "Feisty. I can see why you were on the list" He smirked at me.

"List? Stop talking in riddles mate, and just tell me what you want because so help me god I. Will. Kill. You!" I gritted at him as he walked back towards the woman, laughing.

"What do you want with us?" Elena asked him, sounding scared.

The man rushed over to her, his face vamped out, ready to take a bite of her, but even with my feet tied together, I kicked him in the face sending him flying to the other side of the room.

"I wouldn't try that again darling" I smirked at him, as he stood up glaring at me. "Trevor control yourself" The woman snapped.

Ah, so we have a name. Trevor. "Well, we know his name. What about you?" I asked her, but Elena spoke before she could.

"Where are we? Can we leave?" She cried. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, Elena, they 'kidnapped' us, but they're still going to let us go. Idiot.

The woman rolled her eyes. "No can do, I'm afraid" She told us. I looked over at her. "Well can you at least tell us why we're here? Better yet, why I have these ropes around me. They're kind of irritating"

"Well at first we were only going to get Elena, but there you were and you're much more worthy. They all thought you were dead" She spoke as she came further into the room.

"Who thought I was dead? And why am I so worthy. I'm just a One Hundred and Sixty-Nine year old. There's nothing special about me" I told her.

"Please just let us go. Please. We didn't do anything to you" Elena cried. "Elena shut it. Or you're going to get yourself slapped, and I can't protect you" I snapped.

I was fed up with her cries. I'd get us out of here. Well, I'd try. And since my brothers aren't here. It's down to me to protect her. Cheers brothers!

The woman rushed over to Elena and slapped her around the face. Knocking her unconscious. I guess she had enough as well.

The woman turned and looked at me. "Stiles Salvatore" She smiled at me. "Well, you know my name. Any chance, you want to share yours?" I asked raising my eyebrows.