The Evolved

Surroundings

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"Wake up you little bitch!" Stiles heard the muffled voice yell. She moaned out in pain when she tried to lift her head. Trying to open her eyes was a fight in itself so she gave up, moaning when she slammed her head back down into the hard surface underneath her.

"You need to wake up now." the voice said again. She knew the voice, knew it wasn't a voice she wanted to wake up to. "Stiles, I know your awake. I can hear your heart." he chuckled. Stiles felt someone yank at her wrist and realized someone was tying her wrist with a rope. Stiles tried to pull her arms away and push who was tying her up, but she didn't have the strength.

"S-stop!" she stammered. Her throat was dry and tacky feeling, tongue heavy behind her teeth. "Please."

The man snorted and she felt him move to her legs, tying another rope around her legs. "I've been following you. Duke thinks I'm bring you to him, thinks he's getting his pet back. I think you'll be happy with this decision, because you should have heard the things he was talking about, the things he said he was going to make happen once he got his paws on you." The man laughed and pulled the rope tight. " I had to get your wolf away from you. Duke thinks he ran away after he fucked you, boy was he wrong. The plan was to kidnap you, then when Derek came after you, we would kill him." Stiles shook her head at that, eyes finally popping open. She looked at Trent, looked at the evil behind his eyes.  She tried to scream, but he covered her mouth with his large hand.

Trent frowned, sticking out his bottom lip in a teasing manner.  He pulled out a roll of duct tape. "I would  sure hate to cover that pretty mouth of yours. Anyways, when Derek left your house that day. I heard him tell you he was getting food and he'd be back. Why he would tell you stuff when you were sleeping is beyond me. Well, when he was on his way back, I just jumped ahead of myself and kncoked his furry ass out. Then I had to cover my own ass with Duke, because he wanted to kill Derek himself. He wanted to see the look in your eyes when he finally took away the one thing that will break you." He ran his hands over her body, over her bare legs.

"Why?" Stiles croaked out, trying to jerk away from his touch."Why are you doing this?"

"Well, Stiles." He looked into her eyes. "Over the last two years, I became infatuated with you and I wanted you for myself. I hated the fact that you got to sleep in the same bed with Duke when you should have been in the same bed with me. Every time we would train together you had no idea how much I wanted to strip you of your sweaty clothes and run my hands all over your body, had no idea of the things that I wanted to do to you. I'll tell you the rest later. Its time for a reunion ." He laughed and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. Stiles bucked and thrashed her body hard, trying to wiggle free. Trent dropped her on her back and huffed. The last thing before Stiles blacked out, was the butt of Trent's shotgun. 

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Isaac wove in and out of the crowd, holding two drinks. He made his way to the table that the pack had on hold. He sat down the drinks and looked over his shoulder. He watched as Matt and Stiles talked while sipping their drinks. He couldn't put his claw on it, but something was off about Matt. He always had his eyes on Stiles, and not in a lustful kind of way. More of a creepy, stalker kinda way. Isaac slid into the booth, sipping on the sweet liquid and feeling the burn of the alcohol down his throat. He glanced up again at Stiles and noticed Matt leading Stiles somewhere. He sucked down his drink and stood up, following them.

Unfortunately, once Isaac caught up with them, Stiles was being thrown into a van by a hulk of a guy. Isaac ran towards the van, pounding on the door and yelling Stiles's name. He tried to pull at the handle but it wouldn't budge.