Stiles Stilinski/Void Stiles Stories

Oh, Handcuffs ° Void

"We did it, Scott, we finally managed to catch him" Scott & I high five each other, we decided to use hand-cuffs to restrain him. We took him to Derek's apartment loft. The structure of the building is metal, so he physically and mentally can't do anything.

"What are we going to do with him, we can't keep him here...Derek is only away for a few days" I am stuck for ideas on what to do with this Void Stiles, he's unconscious at the moment-- his head hanging low, his hands cuffed, he's sitting with his ankles tied to the legs of the chair.

"Well Rebecca, we have no other options at the moment-- my mother would kill me if we had another person tied to a door in the house" I sigh with frustration, running my fingers through my hair.

There is quite literally no-where we can take him without being questioned on his state. With Stiles being the sheriff's son, it would very questionable on his state of mind with the blackened eyes. This Stiles isn't lovable or sarcastic. This Stiles is very hard and mean, no soul or anything, he thinks he is more powerful than anything.

But, he isn't.

"Rebecca, I need to get back to my job with Deaton..." I nod, gesturing for him to go on, he nods and accepts. Whilst he walks out of the apartment loft, he closes the huge mental door behind him and heads off.

I turn to face this Void Stiles that sits in front of me, grabbing one of the metal chairs from nearby me and place it 10 feet away because I don't want to chance anything from happening... if he awakes, he could easily break from the handcuffs that are currently holding him hostage.

But as I sit here, I look at him... I stand up and walk closer to him... keeping a distance-- I use my hand to lift his chin, his falls to the left but his head is level with me now.

Sitting back down, I admire this face for what it is.

Dark eyes, no soul, but also at the moment.... helpless.

For some weird odd reason, I feel a weird connection to this personality, to this particular Stiles... this Void I have in front of me. It's almost attractive the dark that falls upon his skin.

My mind goes back to those days when I did fight to get him caught, but all he ever did was unsoulfully speak to me. The words that came from his mouth-- I never did tell Scott this, but I have always been attracted to the sound of Void Stile's voice.

I hear groaning in front of me, snapping me back to unfortunate reality. I watch him as he begins to come through. He looks at his surroundings and I keep a close eye on his.

Checking his surroundings, his eyes fall on me and I see a small smirk appear on his lovely kissable lips.

"Well, hello there my dear. What a surprise to see you" I Scoff in response, I want to pretend that I don't care... but my heartbeat tells me a different story.

"Yeah, so not a lovely surprise to see you. I finally caught you Void" He continues to smirk in my direction until he looks down at his hands...

"Oh, handcuffs?" He looks at me questionably, the smirk still on his face.

"Yes" Void then pressing his lips together, ending it with a lip bite.

"Don't do that, I use those for another purpose" At this point, he attempts to stand then he notices his ankles are chained too.

"Okay, Rebecca... this is kinky" My mind wanders off when I heard his voice say those words.

This is going to end well for me, Void will have an addition to his side of the world...

Sorry Scott.