Damaged - Stiles Stilinski - 18+ Mpreg

16. Wrong Side of the Hills

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March 17th, 2012

12:24 AM

Derek was filling the pack in on his plan to steal Stiles away. He drew stick figures and had a laser pointer. The guys were already going a little crazy with lust. "Yes, Erica," Derek sighed when she raised her hand.

"Yes... that picture at the end with the stick figure with X's for eyes... who is that?" Erica chuckle.

"Scott McCall," Derek growled, and Erica smirked, ready to put this plan into action at this very moment, but then Isaac had to raise his hand. "Isaac..."

"Don't you think Stiles would hate us if we killed Scott? Also, they have probably marked each other by now. Wouldn't that emotionally fuck with him?"

"Shit..." Derek muttered. Then they heard a knocking on the entrance. "Who is that?" He asked them. They never had visitors... they lived in an abandoned subway station. He caught his scent before the others day. He ran to the entrance to let Stiles in.

"Hi..."

"Where is Scott?" "Hey," Derek said with wide eyes. Isaac and Boyd were curiously looking at him, standing up. Erica patted Stiles on the back before running off. She didn't mind Boyd claiming Stiles... but she didn't want to be there for it.

"Where do you think? Up Allison's ass," Stiles muttered, walking past him. Isaac had grabbed the dry-erase board of Derek's plan and hid it. "Derek... you are a millionaire. Why are you living in a hole,"

"Your rich?" Boyd asked, as the beta's had no idea.

"I didn't know if I wanted roots in this town..." Derek muttered, seeing that Stiles was either uncomfortable with three wolves drooling over him or a little freaked out over the place he was in. It was pretty spooky. The only lights were the battery-operated ones set up by Derek.

"You smell like you have been crying..." Isaac said, and Stiles blushed.

"Okay... where is the bedroom or where ever you are going to ravage me," Stiles sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. He followed them into the bus. It was like they just now saw how unsanitary this place was now that Stiles was here. People didn't really know this about Stiles, but he was a clean freak. He turned up his nose at the stench of the place, "O-okay, um," 

The Wolfs all looked at Stiles as he was mildly shaking, Isaac knew it was probably from him taking his meds, but the others thought it was because he was scared. "Just... I will lay on my clothes..."

Derek assumed that Stiles was pissed off at Scott by the way he was talking and how he smelled. "No... We can go somewhere else. Do you want to go to your house so you are a bit more comfortable?" Derek asked softly. Stiles looked at Derek suspiciously. He was never nice to him.

"I don't want to go back there," Stiles said, which intrigued the wolves to know what happened to invoke that response.