The Evolved

Lacerate

One week earlier...

Derek looked at Stiles sleeping soundly beside him. He knew they shouldn't have done what they just did before talking, but he couldn't hold himself back. He had held back for so long and then when he finally saw her in that room looking the way she did he just went for it. He had planned to go talk things out, tell her how he was feeling. How he felt when he had came back to Beacon Hills for her and how when he did come back and she was gone, he felt shattered. How he felt when he found out Duecalion was the one who took her and how he was to blame for it. He wanted her to know everything that had went threw his head and his heart. He had hoped to get it all out in the open so that maybe they would turn over a new leaf and finally be together.

When he got to the house he had instantly smelled sadness. He could hear Stiles packing away things and hear her say something that he couldn't quite understand. He had let himself in and took the stairs two at a time. When he saw her sitting there he just felt something deep down explode. He thinks it's because for the first time he aloud himself to really look at her and feel the live he had for her without pushing it down, and before he knew it they were hot and sweaty from years of tension being released between them.

He watched Stiles in her sleep, looking at the faint scar above her eyebrow that he knew wasn't there before she left Beacon Hills. He surveyed the bruises under her eyes and noted that there was still a yellowing from them that only he could probably see. He looked at her long thick lashes and her full pink lips. He trailed his fingers over her bare back and heard her stomach growl with hunger. Derek smiled and huffed out a quiet laugh and decided he'd go get them dinner while Stiles slept a while longer. He knew the way to get Stiles to talk or cheer up was to get her favorite Thai food and these Thai crispy egg roll things she loved. He pulled on his jeans and tugged on his shirt and made his way down the stairs. He listened for another moment at her breathing, captivated by the soft sound. He pushed himself threw the door and made his way to his car. He grabbed ahold of the handle when a voice behind him called his name.

"Hey D-derek!" A young man yelled.

"I'm sorry do I know you?" The young man smelled nervous and sour.

"Dude, don't you remember?" The young and heart hitched a little and Derek went on high alert. He was about to lunge for the young man when someone behind him stuck a needle in his neck and emptied it's contents into him. Derek spun around and came face to face with a muscular guy about his height. He instantly knew it was that Trent guy Stiles told them about. He felt himself shift but he was drugged and going down fast.

He remembered Stiles upstairs sleeping and felt a panic, he gained a little strength and felt his claws grow. He lashed out at Trents face and Trent grabbed at his face in pain and Derek spun to try and see where the younger man was but he was nowhere in site. Derek faced Trent again and was met with a another needle.

"Looks like I'll need two of these. I was going to use on one that bitch upstairs but I guess I'll have to improvise." Trent snarled, injecting the needle into Derek's chest.

Derek tried to howl, tried to roar, but nothing came out.

When Derek woke up he was in the middle of a room and was tied around his wrist and hung up from the ceiling. He coughed and tried to yank free from the restraints.

"Good morning, sunshine." Snarled a malicious voice from behind him.

Derek lifted his head and noticed by the foul smell that it was Trent behind him. He let out a low growl.

"If you've touched one hair in her head, I'll skin you alive." Derek croaked, throat dry.

"Oh hush now. We haven't touched your little girlfriend, yet." Trent strutted around to face Derek and smirked. "Duecalion is the type to drag things out, wait a while before making a move. You see, Duke wanted to wait and see how Stiles reacted to you being gone. She didn't take it well you know. She cried for hours until one if her pups came to her rescue. She thinks you tucked your tail and ran."

Trent snorted and pulled out a tazer wand. He pressed the button and the sound of electricity filled the air. He looked up at Derek and smiled.

"How does that make you feel? How does it make you feel that she felt betrayed by you yet again. You know we've been following her for days. You should see her when she is sweaty from running, all out of breath and panting. I wonder if she looks the same after having sex?" Trent touched the tazer to Derek's chest and pressed the button. Derek clenched his jaw and balled up his fist.

"You shoukd also see the way she looks when she gets out if the shower." Trent threw his head back and laughed at what he said.

"All those times when I was training her to fight, you have no idea how badly I wanted to rip off her clothes and tou-" he was cut off by Derek roaring loudly, fangs enlongating.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" Trent shook his finger infront of Derek's face."Bad boy."

Trent turned on his heel and slowly made his way out of the room.

"Be a good boy now, Derek. It's almost time for a reunion" Trent slammed the door behind him, leaving Derek to stew in what Trent said.