But I can't stand at all (stiam fanfic)

...so you can sharpen your knife

TAKE ME TO CHURCH! I'LL WORSHIP LIKE A DOG AT THE SHRINE OF YOUR LIGHT! I'LL TELL YOU MY SINS SO YOU CAN SHARPE- aaahhh! See now you get the connection! But now that we're off of that! Let's get to more important words!

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Brett asks Mason who's currently resting on the couch.

"If I knew then I'd tell you," Mason says, glaring.

"Why'd you come here?" Scott asks, leaning in front of Mason.

"I-I don't know. I was sitting on my couch and I just had the urge to take a walk and when I did I came here. I just ran in and I felt nauseous and past out. I don't know how or why," Mason explains.

Scott turns and looks at Marcus who's playing on his phone. "I think I know why."

Marcus looks up and sees Scott watching. He shakes his head, signaling he's confused. Scott glares and Marcus finally understands. "Oh! Right! You're attracted to me," Marcus says flatly, putting his phone away.

Brett grabs Mason's waist protectively and glares. "What? No. What?" Brett says.

He rolls his eyes. "I don't mean like that. I mean it's because of what he is. I'm the only one who can trigger it so, I guess you could say that we go together. So we have an urge to be near each other. Well, he does. I can fight it, I'm strong enough to," Marcus admits.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Scott asks.

"Well it's not as bad as you thin-," Marcus is cut off when his phone makes a sound. He pulls it out of his pocket and unlocks it, immediately smiling and chuckling. "It's Malia," he says happily, drooling love and passion.

"You do realize she's your sister, right?" Mason points out, feeling the urge to throw-up again.

"Well it's a good thing that to most people I don't exist." He winks and looks back at his phone. He laughs more as he sends her a message back then locks his phone. "What were we talking about?" he asks.

They all glare at him and his phone starts ringing this time. He answers it. "Malia?" He pauses and raises an eyebrow. Then his eyes go wide and he nods. "I'll be there soon." Marcus hangs up and grabs his shoes and his jacket. "See ya." He closes the door and we all stare in shock.

"Did he seriously just leave?" Mason asks, perplexed.

Brett rolls his eyes. "It's okay, he'll be back. Just try to relax," Brett says, bringing Mason closer. "Just focus on me and brea-" Brett's phone starts to ring and he checks it and looks at it, staring.

His eyes also go wide.

"Gotta go," he says quickly, pushing Mason away from him and he lands on the floor. Brett looks back apologetically and runs out the door, not even bothering to shut it.

Scott looks from an angry Mason to the empty door.

"Is there something I'm missing?" Scott says to himself.

"I don't care what the Grinch says! Let's kill him!" one of them says, licking his teeth.

Isaac is chained to the wall in there hideout, trying to stay calm as they crowd around him, yelling foul things.

"I agree! I've never tasted the blood of a blonde boy before," another says, getting uncomfortably close to Isaac's shirtless and grungy body.

"Me either," a different one says.

"Enough!" They all go silent as the leader comes in with Drex following. They make a path for him to walk up to Isaac. Isaac never got a good look at the leader until now.

He was tall and his skin was dark. His hair was cut short and he had marks on his face, probably a tribe mark or something. His clothes were dark, and so was his domineer. He walked up to Isaac and looked him over carefully. "What do you know about the alpha?" he asks.

"That he's really good in bed," Isaac replies playfully. Drex looks at Isaac with such a glare that it made Isaac stop breathing for a second.

The leader didn't even flinch. And before Isaac knew what was happening, the guy had him in a choke hold. Isaac struggled to breathe and Isaac heard Drex's heart rate speed up.

"The longer you stay here, the more you learn not to talk back to me." The guy releases his deathly grasp and Isaac sputters and struggles to catch his breath, grabbing his chains like a life line. "He's all yours until I get back," he says, walking away as the other guys crowd around Isaac.

Drex is pulled away by the leader as he struggles to get back to Isaac.

Then the torture starts.

"Hey guys, have you seen Isaac and Drex?"

Scott looks at Stiles, Kira, and Liam worriedly. Stiles avoids Scott's gaze and Kira stutters.

"I'm not sure," she says. "Haven't seen any of the pack lately."

"I...don't know either," Liam says, playing with his lacrosse stick.

Scott looks at his friends but leaves it alone. His phone vibrates and he checks it, unlocking it.

Liam, Kira, and Stiles already know what it is and fear rises inside of them.

"Mason!" Brett runs to Mason and stops him from going in the kitchen. "Be careful." Mason rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen anyway.

"Brett, relax," Marcus says in the corner, on his phone, again. "It's not like he's gonna fall to his death in a kitchen."

"Thank you," Mason adds, roaming the fridge. Brett glares at Marcus and he smiles.

"Plus, comforting him won't make things better. He needs me remember?" Marcus says, smiling. Mason wiggles past Brett with a soda in his hand. "He's right," Mason says, sitting on the couch near Marcus.

Marcus smiles and plops down dangerously close to Mason, their hips touching. Brett growls and Marcus frowns and moves away, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, I thought so," Brett says rolling his eyes and stalking over to Mason and sitting even closer to him than Marcus did, practically on top of him and smiled at him. Mason just drank the soda and rolled his eyes, turning away from him.

There's a knock on the door and Brett puts his hand around Mason's shoulders and yells. "Come in!" Malia barges in and looks around curiously. "Malia, what are you doing here?" Brett asks.

Malia ignores him and walks toward Marcus, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the house. "Wh-?!" Marcus tries to talk but Malia grabs the door and cuts him off, smiling. "I'm just gonna borrow him for a second bye!" She shuts the door before anyone can protest.

"What!?" Mason shoots up and groans in agitation.

"Wait for it." Brett holds up a finger and waits silently. Eventually Mason gets woozy and his eyes roll back in his head and he falls to the floor once again. "Of course," Brett mutters, stealing Mason's soda and drinking it, walking into the kitchen.

"What. The hell. Is this," Scott growled, his eyes glowing red and his nails digging into the side of the bench. Liam, Kira, and Stiles just stared blankly, unmoving. Their breaths were shallow and jagged as Scott showed the picture that was conveniently sent to his phone with a message.

It was a picture of Isaac, chained to the wall. Bloody and beaten and battered. Bite marks on his soft skin. Head hanging low. Barely hanging on to life.

Like what you see? My blood thirsty people seem to. I hope you'll be able to reason with us too. Meet me in the woods by the lacrosse field tomorrow night to get your sweetheart back.

I'M SO OBSESS WITH MY OWN STORY THAT I CAN'T STOP RE READING IT! SO I'M GONNA UPDATE MOOOREEE!!!!