Not the same

Chapter 27

*Chris' P.O.V.*

I looked through the window to see if the coast was clear. We had all broken off. Sam and Dean, Scott and Derek, then there was me, all by myself. "Chris, why are you all alone?" I turned and stared in disbelief at the hyperactive guy behind me. "I thought we agreed you would stay by the car." I looked behind me to make sure no one heard me. "We did, but I got bored."

"You need to go back it's to dangerous." He gave his puppy dog face. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Fine, you can stay." I looked back through the window. "Do you see anything?" I shook my head. "They're gone. I'm not sure where they we-" before I could finish everything went black.

*Stiles' P.O.V.*

I woke up with this throbbing pain in my head. I looked around, it looked like we were in a vault. My hands were tied behind my back and I was tied to a chair. There was blood everywhere. Chris was secured to the chair next to mine. She was still passed out. There was a stream of blood coming down from the top of her head. It upset me that she was hurt and there was nothing that I could do about it. I heard her stir. "Why can't I move my hands?" She grumbled. A look of realization came across her face. "Shit. Not again." Again? How many times has this happened to her. Her head turned towards me. "Stiles! Oh my God. Shit." The door behind us opened. "Well if it isn't Ms.Christal Winchester. Nice to see you again. Though I'm sorry for it to be in this manner." A man with a thick British accent addressed Chris. "Then how about untying us?" She reasoned. He let out a loud laugh. "I would, but you see I happen to know that as soon as I do you would try to kill me." Who is this guy. "Probably true," she reasoned, "So why are you guys here?" She asked. "That is of no concern to you my dear." This guy is seriously freaking me out. "Really I think it is our concern." I finally spoke up. He gave me this killer glare. "Or, you know, we can just drop the whole thing a go home." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Chris was giving me a 'what the hell' look. "No it's our town, our friends and family in danger. You need to leave." Creepy British dude let out a soft chuckle. "I'm sorry but no. You see there is something of importance to us here. We came simply to retrieve it and be gone." He explained. "Then how do you explain the fact that sone if your groupies attacked my dad. If I was untied there is no doubt that I would -" "Stiles!" Chris cut me off. "You should hold your tongue boy. You have no idea who you are talking to." He had come up and was in my face. "W-who are you." I asked nervously. "I am the alpha." He said simply. I know for a fact he could tell how nervous I got by my audible gulp. "I will leave you two to your thoughts." And like that he was gone. "The alpha like werewolf alpha?" I asked. "Yeah different species same concept. Now if only i could get these knots," As she was struggling with the knots holding her wrists together another person came through the door. "Chris there you are." Sam let out a relieved sigh. He came over and cut us both out. "Let's go we figured out what they want." Honestly you didn't need to tell me twice. I headed straight for the door. "We can't go that way. There's to many of them." Sam said. "Then how do we get out?" Sam looked at Chris. "Through the window come on." He picked up a stray rod and smashed the glass. He hoisted Chris up and threw the window then turned to me. I was to busy staring at Chris to notice. Sam cleared his throat to get my attention. "You coming buddy or are you going to risk being dinner. "Oh, uh, yeah."