Deception

Abandoned

Stiles expected a lot of things in that moment. He expected there to be an uproar from the pack. He expected Derek to disagree, vowing to not leave him here, he at least expected Scott to speak up, Scott, who he'd been friends with since being a little kid but what did happen was quite the opposite. 

At first there was silence with Derek's gaze flickering back to him then the Lord, then back again but after that... He bowed his head. 

"Very well" Derek said. 

Stiles eyes widened, his body tensing. 

He looked to Scott, at least thinking there'd be an outburst with his disagreeing with Derek but there was nothing...Scott didn't meet his eyes. 

Boyd, Erica and Isaac seemed relieved. 

They seemed thankful to get rid of him. 

"Derek-" Stiles said, not bothering to hide the pain in his voice. They were just going to leave him there, to be the man-to be the mans slave?!

"Its the logical thing to do, they'll kill us if we don't leave you here, we've already offended their ruler, which it seems the punishment for that is death. We got of lightly" He said, his voice leaving no emotion. 

"But-!" Stiles said, desperately. 

Derek's eyes flashed red as he growled at Stiles "Didn't you promise not to question me ever again?!" 

Stiles was in shock, he glanced at everyone in the room, there was no help. 

No... 

No!

This couldn't be happening. 

All he could manage was a weak protest, his voice barely carrying it "But-but what about my dad?" 

"Do not worry, we have ways for you to contact him without you needing to leave this realm" Carlie said, kindly. 

But he didn't want to contact him, he wanted to be there for him. 

He wanted to look at his fathers face one more time. 

He wanted to be there to protect and care for him when he grow to old to it himself. 

All this buzzed through his mind but for some reason he could not say it out-loud, like his mouth was made of lead. 

Maybe he was to scared or maybe saying that out loud would somehow stop his mind from coming up with explanations to what was happening, that he was dreaming, he was having a nightmare because he told himself, nothing so horrible could happen in reality. 

Because Scott and Derek wouldn't just leave him like this. 

Especially Scott. 

He couldn't move, couldn't think. 

The Lord turned to the sorcerous "Get them out of my sight" 

As Stiles watched, frozen as the pack were dragged away.

He watched as they left him. 

As they abandoned him. 

He was left alone with the Lord. 

"Get on your knees human" The Lord said, calmly. 

Stiles did so, to shocked about what had just happened to argue. 

"What is your name?" 

"Stiles" 

The Lord's eyes narrowed as he said "That is not your name, names are powerful things here, tell me your name, your real one"

Stiles eyes widened a little at that, he gulped and said shakily "Its a nick name, no one can really pronounce my real name very well" 

"I can assure you, I will be fine, now what is your name?" 

"Mieczyslaw" Stiles mumbled, throughout this, he had not one looked the Lord directly in the eyes, it was more instinct, which was odd. 

His mind still thinking back to how the pack had just left him like that. 

No, goodbye. 

No second look. 

Maybe it was true, maybe Erica was right and all he really did for them was get in the way... 

Now the Lord stepped closer to Stiles, his hand went out, touching his chin, lifting Stile head up, to look at him directly, and see really how bright his eyes where first hand. They were beautiful but at the same time Stiles he they could probably become as deadly as shards of ice if need be. 

"Now Mieczyslaw-" 

The name rolled of his tong easily and there was a strange warmth and friendliness that had not been there before. 

"-You belong to me, let us together find out if you have the potential to become one of us. My servants must all be sorcerers after all, they're not that useful to me other wise"

Wait..

WHAT?

With that... 

Stiles thought any moment, he would faint.