The Harpy and The Hellhound

XV.

The drip of a faucet is what wakes him and he comes to; chains around his wrists. He blinks a few times, searing pain bouncing around his head. He takes in his surroundings; he's in a small room, maybe a bathroom in an old abandoned house - he isn't quite sure. 

"You're awake." Alisa walks to him and crouches, smiling. "Any dreams?"

"Not really." He says, "was a nice nap though." 

She gives him a tight lipped smile and stands. "If you're looking for Alisa, she isn't here at the moment." 

"So is this the Harpy in human form?" Stiles asks, pulling on the chains to see if they'll come loose. 

She grabs a bag off the ground and places it on the edge of the basin; "Perhaps you could say that. You and your friends, your little pack." She giggles. "You all think you know exactly what's going on, but you don't. Yes I am a Harpy. But I am also something more than that, something you all can't seem to figure out." 

The blood on his face is dry and it pinches when it cracks. She stares at him from the corner of her eye and sighs deeply, "I like you Stiles, believe me; but we all have a job to do and this is mine." 

"Any chance of a job transfer to something less, murderous?" He chuckles nervously. 

She unzips the bag and reaches inside, grabbing a large pair of shears and turns to him; pushing the point of the scissors against her pointer finger. "How are you with pain, Stiles?" 

"Yeah," he squirms with the confides of his chains and looks at her. "I'd say I'm pretty bad with it." 

She kneels close to him again, and grips his shirt cutting a large chunk of the fabric and pulling it away from his body. "I do have to kill you, Stiles, because the Furies have permitted it to be. Their word is law and you will die. I can't help it; but first. I want to have a little fun, mostly with your friends. They have all done unspeakable things. They have hurt others to protect those that deserved judgment. So, I will bring them to me the same way I bought you to me and I will pass judgement on them." 

"You're going to make them think I'm in danger." He mumbles. 

"Exactly." She grins. "Sometimes you all forget that you aren't adults. It's a concept you can't seem to grasp." She stands and goes back to the bag, producing Stiles' phone and unlocking it. "Children don't have the ability to save the world." She scrolls through his call log before pressing Scott's contact. 

She returns back to Stiles with phone and scissors in hand, pressing the speaker and holding the phone between her and the Stilinski boy. Scott answers quickly, panic in his voice. 

"Hello Scott." Alisa smiles. "How are you?" 

"Alisa? Where the hell is Stiles?" He questions. "What did you to him?" 

"Nothing yet." She answers sweetly. 

"Prove it."

She turns her gaze to Stiles an raises her eyebrows. "Gladly." in a swift motion she brings the shears down into Stiles's leg and he lets out a harsh scream of pain.

"Oh shush darling, it's just a flesh wound." She teases coyly. There's silence on the other end and for a moment she thinks Scott has hung up. 

"I know you're not Alisa." He hisses through the receiver. 

"I'm better than Alisa." She covers Stiles's mouth with her hand and motions for him to be quiet. He bucks under her as the pain in his leg courses through his body. "Alisa was too... human. Now listen to me. If you want to see Stiles, ask Lydia where to find him. She's good at that isn't she?" She takes her hand off Stiles's mouth and traces a pattern on his cheek. "Finding people that are about to die?" 

"Yes." 

"Good. See you then." 

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okay omg! Heres another chapter! This one is super short too but thats cause I wanna draaaaaag it out hehe! 

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