The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Without Me

“Really? This is your plan?” Gerard isn’t impressed.

Derek rolls his eyes and grits his teeth in annoyance, but lifts his hands up in surrender–not that he has much choice with a sawn off shotgun pointed at his face.

Gerard tuts teasingly, smirks amusedly. “Breaking into a hunter’s house, Derek–I thought that bitch mother of yours raised you slightly smarter than that.”

Derek pushes down the growl that tries to bubble up, instead, smirks sarcastically and says, “Well, I just came to pick my girlfriend up. Your sweet little granddaughter told me I could find her here.”

Gerard simply rolls his eyes before motioning for the wolf to move away from the window.

Though, before Derek can take a step, an arrow comes out of nowhere, and he just about manages to snatch it from the air in time, the tip just a centimetre from his heart.

Gerard looks more shocked than the wolf as he turns to face Allison and snarls at her, “What’re you doing?!” And he only does this because she snuck up on him far too effectively.

“You were gonna kill him without me!” Allison sneers back at her grandfather before stepping forward and launching another three arrows.

Gerard pauses, shocked by the rage in her eyes–almost like Kate’s, only more emotional; too emotional.

Derek manages to catch the first two, but of course, just as he drops the first two arrows to the grab the third, it lodges right into the base of his throat. Instantly, his throat fills with blood, his hands clutching at the arrow now sticking out of his jugular.

With a vacant expression, Allison watches him sink to his feet as she fires off another two arrows–one sinking into his stomach, and the other, lodging into his right thigh.

Gerard’s eyes narrow as he watches her stalk over to the wolf. He will have to be a lot more careful around her now than he first thought; had hoped...

***
After getting a little too rude and mouthy, Allison had come and literally knocked Stiles unconscious by socking her right in the face.

Stiles doesn’t know how long ago that was, but this time, she is woken up by the horrible sounds of pained growls and yelps. She lifts her head, the sounds becoming louder and louder, the more she wakes up. Her hazy vision slowly focuses in on a blurry dark figure and a large writhing figure.

Stiles blinks her sight clear, then, her eyes widen as soon as she sees Derek chained up to the ceiling by his wrists, while Allison slices at his torso with a small blade. He’s covered in shallow bloody cuts and small bruises, and Stiles briefly wonders why the fuck he isn’t healing–Allison must be using something to keep him from healing!

“Hey! Hey, bitch!” Stiles snaps, trying to keep her voice angry, rather than panicked, like she feels inside.

Allison ignores her.

Stiles grits her teeth, letting the anger slowly take over. “Lemme guess–you’re gonna torture Derek until I piss you off into torturing me instead, in hopes that Derek will apologise to you for killing your bitch aunt, before you finally kill him–but really–then, Derek’s gonna be so pissed that he breaks loose and kicks your stupid gullible ass...”

Stiles fights back a huge smug smirk when Allison pauses her evil ministrations to turn around to face her with a glare.

Allison sighs, glances at the wolf over her shoulder and casually chirps out, “She talks a lot.”

Stiles smiles pleasantly, chirps back, “Yep. It’s my best charm.”

Allison merely rolls her eyes before walking over to the workbench at the far right wall.