Lemon Eyes- A Teen Wolf Fanfic

Bad Intentions

"Erica- let us past" demanded Stiles. She was wearing a low cut top like she always wore these days.

"Hmmm...Isaac what do you think?" she simpered. Isaac? Isaac Lahey?

"I don't think so" Isaac Lahey smirked, appearing from almost nowhere with- was that Boyd?

"What the hell are you doing here?" Stiles snapped. Scott slipped at his side and he quickly grabbed him to stop him falling to the floor. His face was sickly pale.

"Scott? Bro? You okay" murmured Stiles quietly.

"Don't worry" And Peter Hale was suddenly right behind Stiles. "He's just healing from the bite"

The way the creepy guy said it made Stiles hair stand on end. Nothing about this was right. "What bite?"

"Just the one that's Turning him..." Erica contributed, twirling a golden curl in her fingers. Stiles didn't like the way she said 'turning'.

"What do you mean!" Stiles had a nasty suspicion he knew what it meant.

They all laughed. Crazy laughs which belonged locked up in Eichen House. They were insane.

"He bit me last night" mumbled Scott from his arms.

Stiles swore.

"Let us go!" Stiles yelled, holding Scott tight and trying to lunge past Erica.

Erica gripped his arm. Sharp nails digging in as Scott was wrenched from his grasp.

"Fuck you" Stiles spat at his classmate.

"With pleasure" purred Erica and Stiles scowled and spun around.

Derek Hale had Scott on an old armchair the other side of the room but Erica's tight grip wasn't Stiles' only obstacle.

Peter Hale was right in front of him eyes dark and a hint of fang at his mouth. "You are not leaving."

"My dad's the sheriff of this town!" growled Stiles much to Peter's amusement.

A clawed hand gripped his chin. "I'm glad I picked you"

"What do you mean?" spat Stiles venomously.

Peter smirked. "Scott's the one I turned but he's not the reason I did it."

"So you have turned him into one of you" snarled Stiles, trying to ignore the implications of Peter's words.

"That's what you get out of that?" chuckled the man.

"Don't you want to know why he turned Scott?" asked Isaac innocently, examining his fingernails- no wait- claws.

"You're a werewolf too?!"

Isaac raised an eyebrow as Boyd and Erica flashed blue eyes.

"Why did you turn me?" croaked Scott from across the room next to the younger Hale.

"You and Stiles here are a package deal are you not?" Peter sounded amused and Stiles had a sudden urge to rip his face off.

"What do you want with me?"

"Your power"

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Stiles knew that his dad would definitely knew he was missing now. He would be going crazy.

Scott was in another room 'learning control' with the others leaving Stiles alone in a derelict bathroom chained to an old radiator. A really old radiator with scorch marks...

Stiles could probably escape.

After a hell of a lot of yanking and cursing, Stiles managed to detach his chain from the radiator only to realize that if he managed to escape, Scott would still be trapped here. Dammit.

Maybe though, maybe if he could get out and get to his dad he could get the police to come in here, guns blazing, and rescue Scott.

He traced the outline of the tattoo Scott wanted to get into the ashes on the ground to let him know that Stiles was coming back for him before running out the door, into the corridor and there was the front door.

Come on, Stiles. You can do it.

He gripped the swinging part of the loose chain on his wrist and slammed through the front door and out into fresh air.

He made it 10 metres out of the clearing before strong arms encircled his waist and tackled him to the ground.

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