Red Riding Hood

Chapter Two

Stiles had decided to blow off some steam and stay at his uncles cabin for the week. Scott was getting on his nerves about his new girlfriend, Kira. He had just fallen out of a relationship with Isaac, who Stiles frankly liked better, and was on rebound with Kira. Stiles knew it was only a matter of time before Scott drug himself to Isaac's doorstep asking for forgiveness. Or worse, he would make Stiles drive him.

But Stiles didn't want to think about Scott's rambling or break ups or whatever's. All he wanted to think about the steaming cup of hot chocolate in his hands and the crackling fire warning his toes. Nothing else. He dozed on and off, just listening to the sound of the crickets and an occasional howl of a wolf. Life, at that moment, really was peaceful.

Then the doorbell rang and Stiles about cried. Damn you, Scott, he thought. The only reason Stiles had told him he was staying here was so Scott wouldn't call wondering where he was. Maybe that was a bad idea. Phones, at least, could be turned off. Doorbells on the other hand, could not.

Stiles let out a deep, blaming breath before getting up. The last thing he needed to do was get mad over nothing. His warm toes now chilled by the fridged floor, led him to the door. Damn you, Scott, he thought once more before unlocking the lock and opening the door to meet his fate.

It came as a surprise when Stiles was met with the sigh of a naked, but collared, mutilated man. The man fell to the ground, having passed out, while Stiles just stood and watched. Shock, that's what Stiles thought they called it anyway. Pure shock.

When Stiles did pull himself out of it he picked up the cold man, surprised by how someone so much taller could weigh so less. He dropped the bloody body on the couch then when to the supply closet to get blankets. He was surprised by how calm he was. His brain kept thinking back to seventh grade science. If he's not shivering, he's got hypothermia. Stiles came back to a shivering man and let out a hard sigh. Thank God.

He wrapped the body in blankets then pushed the couch closer to the fire. Only after he had things in control did he start to freak out.

Holy shit! There was a naked, dying for all he knew, man in his living room. It had to be close to midnight, too. Stiles couldn't deal with this now. He was supposed to be relaxing. This defiantly didn't feel like relaxing.

Stiles tried his cellphone, no reception. Stiles tried the landline, nothing. He was stuck with the man till morning. Then he would drive Mystery Guy to the hospital and be done with it. Go back to relaxing. But how could he relax after something like this happened? He was traumatized to say the least.

Oh God, he though, that makes me sound like a horrible person. There's a man, tortured by the look of it, laying on my couch and I'm the traumatized one. Unbelievable Stiles, unbelievable.

Stiles bit his lip as he pulled a corner of the blanket away and peaked inside. It didn't look good, at all. Mystery Man's torso was covered in open wounds and caked with blood. They looked like whip lashes, but Stiles wasn't sure, too much blood. Science kicked in again and Stiles went back to the closet to get the first aid kit and a few towels.

Put pressure on the wound, Stiles, he instructed himself. No need to have a panic attack, but now that he thinks if it the room does feel a bit smaller and the air thicker than before. Snap out of it, Stiles, he scolds himself. There is no need for that, he reminds himself once more.

The man moaned as Stiles laid the first towel on his stomach and applied pressure. His eyes trail back and forth behind closed lids and Stiles prayed that he would stay a sleep. This had to hurt.

Stiles' wish didn't come true. Not by the least of hopes. Mystery Man gasped as his eyes opened. He ripped himself away from Stiles and rolled to the floor. "Ahh," came a weak sound.

"Oh, my god, Dude! Hold still and let me help. I won't hurt you, promise. Just let me help!" Stiles desperately said. The stranger only looked over his shoulder with big eyes. "What's your name?" Stiles asked softly, putting his hand on Mystery Mans shoulder.

The man looked fearfully at the hand and whispered, "Derek, Sir."

"Hello, Derek. My name is Stiles and I want to help take care of you. It's too late to take you to the hospital so we're going to tough it out here for the night. Can I help you, Derek?" Stiles asked softly.

Derek looked down and said in a soft voice, "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Good. I need to get you back on the couch. Can you help me?"

Derek nodded and sat up. He let Stiles help him onto the couch and put the rag back on his stomach. Stiles told him to apply pressure so Derek did. Stiles looked the rest of Derek's front over before helping the man flip over onto his side. Derek's back looked worse than the front. "Oh, my God," Stiles breathed.

There were infected looking gashes and what looked to be burn marks. Stiles didn't know who could do this to a person, but he would do his best to fix it.

"Who did this to you, Derek?"

"It was my fault, Sir. Mistress had every right to punish me. I promise."

Stiles only shook his head and sighed. "It's not your fault Derek. None of this is your fault. Do you know your..." Stiles hesitated, "Mistress' name?"

"I am never to call Mistress by her name," Derek responded in a monotone voice like he had said the phrase over many times.

"Okay," Stiles breathed. His rag was soaked with blood so he told Derek that he was getting a new one and got up. He truly didn't know what to do with the man. Derek was so... odd and hard to interpret. Stiles returned with another rag and kept pressure on Derek's back wounds while Derek took care of his front. And that's how they fell asleep. Both tending to Derek's wounds in front of the open fire.

A/N: Thank you for reading the second chapter!! I hope you liked it and if you have any suggestions on how/ what you want the story to do, please comment. Or just comment in general ;). I have a pretty basic outline of the story in my head as of now so I should be getting chapters out faster (hopefully!).

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