Lemon Eyes- A Teen Wolf Fanfic

Lose Your Soul

"Don't try to escape" said Peter Hale. "I might not be so lenient next time."

"Lenient?" scoffed Stiles, wincing when his words caused pain to flare up.

The man had literally thrown Stiles across the room at least 10 times and Stiles was certain that being a werewolf came with super strength because he'd crashed into that wall at about ten miles per hour at least every time. Well, at least it felt that way.

"Don't try to escape" growled Derek, repeating his uncle's words.

"Oh, you are a charmer" Sarcasm was Stiles' only defense in a room of sadistic werewolves. Mostly, sadistic werewolves- Scott was hunched up in a corner looking terrified.

Derek snarled.

"Sourwolf" muttered Stiles under his breath. He smirked when Derek's eyebrows became even more murderous.

"Don't speak" commanded Peter and Stiles scowled.

"Deal with it." He snapped.

"You're going to regret that" Peter raised an eyebrow, then Stiles was flying across the room again.

Stars swam across Stiles' vision as he tried to clamber up from the ground.

"Have you learnt your lesson?" inquired Peter.

"Yup" Stiles popped the p mockingly.

Peter smirked as Erica pounced on Stiles.

"Oooph" groaned Stiles as his head hit something solid again.

"Do you think he'll like the freezer?" questioned Peter towards Isaac.

Isaac smirked and nodded but Stiles didn't miss his minute, almost reflexive flinch.

This was going to be bad.

--

Ten minutes later found Stiles Stilinski in an old freezer with old scratch marks across the inner lid with his limbs squashed up against him and a slight shudder in his breath caused by his inability to move.

He could hear grunts and thuds from where the 'pack' were training Scott. Stiles could hear his best friend's protests and screams every now and then and it made something deep inside Stiles hurt because this? This was all his fault.

He shouldn't have taken Scott into those woods.

--

"Have you seen my son?" Sheriff Stilinski asked for the millionth time, trying to stop his voice from cracking.

He had received a call from the school earlier in the day telling him that his son and Scott hadn't been in today. At first the sheriff had been annoyed and thought that they had bunked but then it occurred to him that if Stiles had bunked then he would have found a way not to be caught.

Now it was nearing 7pm and with still no sign of his son he had started to panic. This wasn't a joke- Stiles was missing and if his call with Melissa was anything to go by, Scott was missing too.

--

"Stiles" greeted Derek's uncle as he was pulled from the freezer, covered in bruises and voice raw from screaming about 8 hours after he had been put in.

"I hate you" Stiles croaked venomously, voice shaky.

"Stiles" gasped Scott as he crashed into his best friend, holding him tight. "Are you okay?"

"No" admitted Stiles quietly, voice cracking. "Are you?"

"We'll get through this" Scott announced.

"How touching" sneered Peter. "Should we give them something to eat?"

In response to the man's words, Stiles heard his stomach rumble. He and Scott hadn't eaten anything since dinner over a day ago.

"Hmm" purred Erica with her head tilted a little. "What do you think Boyd?"

"No" Boyd said. It was the first thing they had heard him say since they had been taken but it was one of the things that hurt them the most.

Now food had been mentioned, both the boys were starving hungry and Peter seemed to know this because he laughed.

"I'll get you something in an hour"

It was 9 o'clock in the evening.

--

After an hour of having pack dynamics explained to them and being forced to recite information until their mouths were dry, Scott and Stiles were seated at a battered dining table.

Stiles gagged as their food was laid out in front of them.

Two brown little rabbits with snowy white tails ripped in half.

"I'm not eating them" declared Stiles, resisting the urge to give up what little food was left in his stomach.

"Yes, you are." Said the Alpha, eyes flashing red.

They sat there for ten minutes before Scott's eyes glowed golden, claws and fangs came out and he was devouring his poor little woodland creature.

Stiles felt even more nauseous.

He couldn't blame Scott. His best friend and brother was now a werewolf, as much as it sickened him, and was unable to control his new instincts. Stiles was surprised he had waited ten minutes, actually.

After Scott had finished polishing off the bunny, licked his claws clean and tried to steal Stiles' rabbit too only to have his fingers squashed by Derek Hale's fist, Stiles spoke up again.

"I'm not eating it" he repeated.

"You won't get anything else until you do" articulated Peter.

Stiles ignored the feeling in his stomach.

Soon, the pack were back to training and, for about two hours, Scott's noises of distress were enough to distract Stiles from his 'meal' but soon the saliva gathering in his mouth was hard to ignore, he was thirsty too.

"Can I have a drink of water?"

"No"

00.23

A scream of frustration.

02.32

"Can I at least cook it?"

A shake of a head.

03.04

"I'll get ill if I eat it raw"

"No you won't" laughed Peter Hale.

03.21

"How do you know I won't get ill?"

"You're a spark."

"What the hell is a spark?"

03.29

Stiles really, really wanted to eat it.

04.09

Stiles Stilinski attacked the piece of raw meat on the table whilst Peter Hale laughed and his beta's eyes gleamed.

05.16

Stiles Stilinski was sick.

05.21

I updated really quick??? This is so unlike me... I really need to update my other stuff... Vote and comment if you liked it!!!