AN: Warning! This is much darker than what I usually write. I want to thank SpaghettiTaco for reading it and wanting more. I also would like to thank Twisted-67 for the prompt that started this dark work. It's not the story you wanted, sorry, but it was still your prompt that started the ball rolling. Hope you still like it.

Kidnapped

The Present

Ten days! That's how long Stiles has been missing now and I knew that his time was running out. I watched the sheriff, his thin frame haggard and worn from worry, as he walked slowly into the station. As the sheriff he knew better than anyone that after forty eight hours there was little hope of finding a missing person but he was not giving up.

And neither was I. But I had information that the sheriff lacked. I knew the Alpha Pack had grabbed him, following their trail for miles after his disappearance before I lost their scent. I knew Stiles was still alive because they would have used his death against me, left his body where I could find it to show their strength.

He was still alive because he was bait and I was a willing fish. But getting myself killed would not save him. Without Boyd and Erica my pack was weak. Hell, I didn't even have Scott and Isaac anymore and Jackson was a loose cannon with little discipline or control.

Desperate times and all that. Which is why I'm standing outside the front door of this upper middle class house, ready to beg if needed, offer my life if demanded, all in the hopes of getting the backup I had to have to save him.

"Derek." The muzzle of Argent's gun pressed a cold, deadly circle on my forehead. "What brings you here?"

"I need help killing a pack of werewolves and I thought it best to come to the experts." I'd beg for help if needed but I would keep my dignity intact as long as possible. "There's an Alpha Pack in town and they have no problem hunting humans."

The few times I had been face to face with Chris Argent I has thought his eyes were cold, the blue of the arctic but I watched them thaw as comprehension dawned in him. "They have the Stillinski kid? The sheriff's boy, Stiles?" He stepped back at my quick nod and gestured me in. I always knew Stiles would be the death of me.

"So you're here to ask for my help?" Argent lead the way into the living room and sat on the large couch. I remained on my feet unwilling to relax in my enemy's home. "Why?"

"Argent, we both know my pack is small. I've lost two members and Scott has never been part of my true pack. He'll help to save his friend but even with him we will be outnumbered. You don't want a blood thirsty pack in your town and I want my pack member back. I was hoping we could help each other out."

"You consider him pack? Even as a human?" Argent leaned comfortably on his couch looking relaxed except for his constant twisting of the gun in his hands.

"You don't have to be a wolf to be pack. He's pack and our friend. He's Allison's friend too. Will you help? He's running out of time."He was about to refuse, I could see it in the cooling of his eyes. My heart twisted painfully in my chest as my hope died.

"Dad, Stiles is my friend." Allison stood at the top of the stairs her face confident as she stared down at her father. "Plus, you said as the oldest female that I was the leader. As that leader it is my choice to help Hale get Stiles back." Her eyes, when they met mine, were filled with anger and pain. I would have to watch my back with her or find it filled with wolf bane tipped arrows.

"I know where they are now. How soon until you can be ready?" I wanted to shift my weight, to pace the floor with my nervous energy but forced myself to remain still, act like I was in control of my emotions and not losing my mind with worry.

The crazy teen had worked his way under my skin somehow. While I was hunting my uncle and fighting the kanima Stiles had found a way past my defenses that kept me from caring or feeling. He had become more than just pack; he had become important to me.

"Tonight." Allison glanced at her father who nodded. "We can be ready for tonight."

"Thank you. We will meet you at Cooper's Bridge at sundown." I quickly backed out of the living room my wolf growling at me not to turn my back on the enemy. I was thankful for the backup no matter what form it took. Sending a quick text to Scott and the rest, I made my way to my last stop. The one that would be the hardest.

Eight days ago

I could hear her screams; they echoed through the rafters of the old barn and chilled my bones. Wolves can take a lot of damage, their bodies can heal most wounds given the time, but that doesn't lessen the pain. Erica was very much in pain and there was nothing I could do about it except make sure I didn't make the same mistake twice.

"Pretty human. She screams so wonderfully, like music." The Head Alpha leaned down, cupping my chin in his hand, forcing my head up. "I thought you might want to watch this next part. Do you know how many feet of intestines a body holds? Huumm? I don't either but I thought it would be fun to find out." The sick fuck held out a measuring tape and tapped me on the nose with it.

"Don't hurt her anymore. Please." I kept my eyes down trying to act as submissive as possible. After two days with the Alpha Pack I had quickly discovered how easy going Derek had been all this time. I challenged him at every turn, back talked him, acted like a smart ass and constantly threw out barbs and jabs to annoy him and the worst he had ever done was smack my head into my steering wheel.

Watching the Alpha pack I began to realize how lucky I was. But because I was a weak human they didn't punish me. Oh they hit me, threw me against walls, and kicked the crap out of me but they saved the real punishment for Erica and Boyd because they could heal. It was like the whipping boys of ancient times, they would pay the price for my transgressions with their flesh and blood.

He dragged me down the aisle toward the large stalls in the back. I stumbled to my knees, pushed roughly from behind, falling into the still warm blood that soaked the ground below Erica. It was as if they had painted her red, a dark sticky paint that covered her from her chin to her feet. Pain and panic filled her eyes. Oh, God, this was all my fault.

I turned in time to see the Head Alpha shift, his jaw elongating, filling with sharp teeth as his hands lengthened until they were each tipped with deadly claws. "Please," I begged, wrapping my hand around his knee to slow his approach. "I tell you what you want. Just don't hurt her anymore."

I don't know why he didn't ask Boyd and Erica. I'm sure they would have told him to stop the pain but the alpha seemed to want it from me. "I no longer require that knowledge. We have already sniffed out your little pack. They are weak. Do you think they will come for you? Their little human?"

"Yes, they'll come for all of us." I tried to catch Erica's eyes, to show her there was hope and she just needed to hang on, endure a little more and we would all be saved but they were closed with exhaustion and despair. "Please, please don't hurt her anymore."

The alpha smiled all teeth and domination. "And what will you do for me? What will you do so that I keep my claws out of her pretty white flesh?"

"I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt her anymore." And with that I sealed my fate.

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Present

As I approached the door my nerves were wound even tighter than when I faced Argent. I swallowed twice before ringing the bell. My hands curled and fisted at my sides as I listened to the movement behind the door.

"Sheriff, sir. I have some information about Stiles that you need to hear. My I come in?"

I was ushered quickly inside and into the kitchen where I was offered a cup of strong black coffee. "You always seem to be in the middle of things Hale. You and my son. Do you know where he is, what has happened to him?" The sheriff was a strong man, I could smell the desperation rolling off of him in waves but his voice never broke or gave his emotions away.

"I know who took him but getting him back will not be easy and we can't use normal means." I met his eyes and let my alpha side out, eyes flashing red for the merest of seconds. "They're not human."

For the second time in less than an hour, I had a gun pointed to my head. "What are you?"

"Your son's only hope of getting out alive and a werewolf." The sheriff's eyes widened in disbelief. "I'll show you but I'd rather not have a bullet in my brain." As the gun was lowered I shifted into my beta form making sure to keep still as the sheriff decided whether he should kill me or not.

"And Stiles knows what you are? This is the secret he's been keeping all this time?" I see now where Stiles gets his strength. Faced with a monster in the kitchen the sheriff was almost unfazed, his mind processing important information while ignoring what most humans would fear.

"He's known from almost the beginning."

"Were you the cause of all the deaths?" His hand tightened briefly on the gun but he didn't raise it against me.

"No, I tried to stop them just like I'm trying to stop what is happening now. But I can't do it on my own and I think the time for secrets is over."

"I'm guessing you have a plan." With a quick nod in my direction he removed the badge from his chest. "As his father, I need you to tell me everything." And I did.

Six Days Ago

I sipped slowly from the cup offered by Erica, the water causing my broken lips to sting slightly but it was nothing compared to the agony that racked the rest of my body. I was one continuous bruise it's color changing from a deep purple of the newest ones to the faded green and sickly yellow of the older.

"Stiles, you can't keep this up. He'll kill you." Erica cushioned my head on her knees, eyes haunted as she stared down at me. I could see the horror she felt, the sickness as she looked at the wounds that covered my body. "Just do what they want. Give him whatever he wants so that he stops hurting you."

But I couldn't. I couldn't give in and I could never tell her why. Erica's head lifted, her nose flared delicately even with the smudge of dirt marring it's perfection. HE was coming again. It was time for another session. "Just give him what he wants," Erica begged as the door opened.

"Yes, my pretty pet. Give me what I want and I'll stop having to mark up that gorgeous body of yours." Erica cowed away as he grabbed me from the floor and pulled me toward him. "Does she even know what I want from you?" A frantic head shack was my only response.

The alpha dragged to the now familiar room, it's brightly lit interior allowing me to see all the toys lined up waiting for me. "This doesn't have to happen. Just give in to me. Is all this pain worth the life of those weak wolves? They've caused you nothing but pain. All your loyalty, they don't deserve it. Ask me to stop and it will all be over."

"And you'll kill them. No. Why is this so important to you? I couldn't stop you from killing them. Why play this game?" Red eyes raked over my body as the alpha slowly licked his lips. Crap, this was gonna be a bad one.

"What's life without games to spice it up? I'm going to break you, little human. It will be your word that kills them, your weakness. It will make your pain more sweet to the taste."

"Fuck you," I hissed.

"Maybe next time. I have other plans for today." With a dramatic flip of his wrist, the alpha revealed his newest toy. A long black leather handle that split into nine thinner strips at the end. Each leather strip had a silver ball attached to its end. Cat 'o nine tails my brains helpful supplied for me.

The Alpha's cruel smile widened as he scented my fear and heard my heart rate increase. There was no reason to try to hide my terror. I was learning to use it instead, acknowledging that my fear was my body's healthy response to life threatening situations and I should not feel ashamed, I was able to meet the alpha's stare with my own.

"Once I break you, you'll make such a pretty toy."

"You are seriously one sick, perverted fuck." The blow stunned me, collapsing me to my knees. By the time my ears stopped ringing and my vision cleared I was strung up against the wall, ropes digging into my flesh and the sound of the whip being flicked across the floor adding to my knowledge that I was in for a painful night.

The first lash stole the breath from my body cutting off any sound I would have made with a strangled gasp. I was determined to take this abuse. I wouldn't fail my pack.

By the eighth lash I had bitten through my lower lip and could no longer hold my cries in. "Ask me to stop. Just two little words. Here I'll help. Please, stop. Just two words and all your pain will be over."

"Here's your two words: hell no." Probably not my best come back. It was missing my usual snark and wit but it conveyed my meaning fairly clearly and after the tenth lash I had passed out.

Present

Cooper's Bridge had long been abandoned, it's covered sides crumbling into the dry stream bed below it. Beyond its decaying beams lay the remains of Cooper's farm and the current residence of the Alpha Pack. It had taken me this long to find them. I could only pray that it wasn't too late for Stiles.

The powerful hum of Jackson's Porsche alerted me to his approach before I could even see the headlights. The silver car pulled up next to mine and Jackson and Lydia emerged.

"Don't tell me it's not safe for me to be here," Lydia hissed. She pulled a rifle out of the back of the car. "I'm not stupid. I had Allison set me up with a weapon."

I wanted to argue but I could tell by the resigned set of Jackson's shoulders that it was a moot point. I needed all the help I could get tonight. I just hope I wouldn't have her blood added to my conscience by dawn.

While I was meeting Lydia's determined stare two more cars pulled up. The sheriff walked quickly toward me with his hand resting on Scott's shoulder. Isaac followed closely behind, a silent shadow in his dark leather.

"Are you sure this is where they're keeping my son?" The sheriff had always reminded me of a loyal hound, gentle and kind but watching him as he approached I saw that I was not the only alpha wolf tonight. He may be human but at that moment the sheriff was pure predator.

"I've been searching out their trail for days. This is where they are staying, I'm sure of it. I would not have pulled you all in if I had not been positive. We're only going to have one shot at this."

The sheriff nodded eyes as cold as I had ever seen them. "I am aware of the danger. If we don't get him they will either kill him or take off with him."

"Yes" The darkest part of my soul added 'if he's still alive' but I kept that depressing thought to myself.

The Argents were the last to arrive, their sleek SUVs moving almost silently through the dark. A handful of hunters exited led by Allison and her father.

I bowed and tilted my head slightly in Chris's direction in thanks. I could see the widening in his eyes, his understanding of my gesture. "Let's see the layout Derek. I want to have a closer look before we commit to your plan."

Pulling a map of the area out of my car I spread it across the hood so we could all see. Ten days. My heart twisted at the thought of what we would find after so long.

Four Days Ago

"Tell him to stop, Stiles. Just do what he wants." Boyd's voice cut through my red haze of pain. I could barely make out his chained form because of the blood that had dripped down my face and into my eyes. I was trying so hard not to break, trying not to betray my pack with my weakness.

The alpha ran his tongue slowly up my back dipping into each cut, licking the blood from the wound. I held back as much of the hiss of pain as I could knowing that my agony just urged him to hurt me more.

"So very sweet, aren't you, my little human?"

"Not yours. I'll never be yours."

His response was to dig his tongue deeper into a wound on my lower back, the roughness of it scraping my nerve endings sending new shoots of pain up and down my spine. I couldn't hold in the high pitched keen that escaped, pitiful and weak it seemed to linger in the air.

"Maybe pain is not the answer. It could be that you respond more to a carrot than the stick. Do you want a carrot?" The hands on my body gentled, stroking softly down my side and over my hips. The alpha slid me backwards across the table forcing my arms up over my head to the limit of the chains that held me down.

Boyd understood before I did, his roar shaking the rafters with as much strength as he shook his chains. "Don't, don't! Why don't you ask me? I'll give you whatever it is you want but just don't, God, please."

I could feel the alphas smile against my back. "Beg me boy. I'll even make it quick for him. All you have to do is beg me to stop." I screwed my eyes shut blocking out the view of a horrified Boyd and tried to think of happier days as the alpha pulled down the shredded remains of my pants.

Oh! So gay guys don't find me attractive but psycho werewolves can't keep their hands off of me. I'm fucking cursed.

His thumbs ran down my ass prying me open as something large and blunt was pressed against me. I couldn't help but tense, tightening my ring into a small pucker.

The chuckle made the air in my lungs freeze. "That's it my boy. Make me work for it. I just love it when I have to force my way in." I screamed, long unending wails but I never begged him, never asked him to stop. Images flashed, my blood on the floor like one of those weird modern art paintings, the amber eye of a peeking Tom wolf as he watched through a knot in the wood, and tears streaming down Boyd's face as he begged the alpha to stop. Then blackness.

Present

I held back the sneeze as I watched he hunters dissolve into the wood as they made their way to the back of the barn. We were all liberally coated with a blue powder to mask out scent from the alpha pack. Stiles would be making Smurf jokes. My knees locked briefly at the wave of pain that thought brought. I desperately wanted my motor mouthed human back safe.

Releasing a long breath through my nose I finally admitted that I had begun thinking of him as mine long before he was taken from me. Hyper, annoying, non-stop babbling, and completely loyal, Stiles had become an important member of my pack. Important to me.

Pulling myself back to the here and now, I motioned Scott and Jackson toward the left hand side as I moved to the right with the sheriff. Isaac and the girls were left facing the front of the barn, it's once cheery red paint now the color of old blood in the weak light of the half moon.

I hoped it wasn't an omen of things to come.

Two Days Ago

He pounded into me, his hands surely adding a newer layer of fresh dark bruises on top of the older green ones along my hips and back. Sharp nails sunk deep gripping my sides as he tilted my ass for a better angle. Better for him, not so much for me.

"You'll never be his pack now. Even if he came for you, you'd be nothing but an omega, worthless, unwanted. You know he'll smell me all over you, know that you are mine and will always be mine. You continue to hold out hope for something you will never have."

With a guttural howl he came, pulling out suddenly so that he left a trail of spunk across my shoulders and back. With creepily gentle hands he rubbed the liquid across my back, massaging it into my skin and open wounds.

I wanted to snark at him. Make some comment on how unsanitary this was and that I was most likely going to catch some form of furry gangrene but I couldn't find the energy. I knew I was nearing the end. I wasn't broken. Not yet.

But I was cracked.

Present

The tension knotted my shoulders and I rolled my neck to relieve the pressure, allowing my wolf out at the same time. The quick intake of breath to my left was the only indicator that the sheriff was less than accustomed to the reality of werewolves.

Something to worry about after I had recovered Stiles.

Argent had said ten minutes and they would be in place. Glancing at my watch I counted down the last few seconds, the sheriff a mass of barely contained rage and energy at my side.

Five seconds left. I forced my alpha form, never having felt the need to shift this far before. Muscle and fur rippled, bones scraped and tendons stretched with in my body. I raised by head to the halfling moon howling out the call to attack.

NOW!

My body thrummed in pain to the beat of my heart. The dried blood and semen that covered me was a dull itch, just enough of an irritation to draw my attention to it. Heartbeat, twinge of hot pain, dull itch, and repeat. I was in hell.

"I can smell your surrender. Beg me and it's over." He leaned over me tilting my head upward so that I was forced to meet his red edged eyes, madness and evil lurking behind dark lashes. "Such a wolf you'll be when I make you mine."

I could feel the crack widening, becoming a fissure, seconds from the final, endless break.

And Derek's howl cut through the night, cut through the darkness and despair bringing hope. Or in my case, bringing the snark. "I don't beg, or sit, or roll over. But when Derek gets his claws on you, he'll take you to obedience school for good. We'll see who's begging then."

I smiled even as I saw his fist rise for the blow. I smiled through the blood and into the darkness.

NOW!

The Argents hit the back of the barn first, guns shots ringing in the night accompanying the flashes of the flare guns and billows of the smoke bombs. I barely paused at the barn door, needing only seconds to tear the wood from its hinges, tossing it over the sheriff's head before charging in.

The barn reeked of blood, pain, and fear. Stiles' blood. I could also smell Erica and Boyd and felt a brief pang of guilt that I had never even thought twice about them since Stiles had been taken.

A howling form charged at me through the smoke. The sheriff sent three staccato shots directly into his brain, dropping the wolf at my feet. "Is he dead?"

"A bullet to the brain kills us just as quickly as it does the average human."

"Good to know." He shouldered past me, entering the cloud of smoke with his gun held ready.

I followed the strong scent of Stiles' blood deeper into the huge barn. A huge rust colored alpha stepped out of one of the stalls and turned to face me. "Took you long enough, little wolf. Sadly you are too late."

The aguish cry from behind me was the sound track for the tearing of my heart. A roar, deep and fury filled ripped the air leaving sudden silence in its wake. My roar, my pain.

It's as if a dam broke spilling out the alpha pack from every direction. I could hear the gun fire from the back and the snarls of my wolves somewhere off to my side. I ignored it all, focused completely on the head alpha.

He lifted a bloody hand to his lips and licked the redness from his finger tips. "Such a tasty young man. Pity."

I've never been one for words and I wasn't about to waste them on the bastard in front of me. Sprinting the last few feet I drove my hands deep into his abdomen, lifting him off the floor with my momentum. He tore at my throat and shoulders but the pain meant nothing to me, only revenge.

Gaining leverage with a foot to my knee the alpha pushed himself backwards pulling my claws from his stomach as he fell backwards. A dark shinned alpha dropped from the rafters, landing across my shoulders, forcing me briefly to my knees.

His neck made a satisfying snap as I twisted it and threw his body across the aisle but the rust colored alpha had managed to pull himself to his feet. I could smell his blood, coppery with a strange oily scent.

I ducked briefly as Scott sailed over my head, slamming into a post, breath and wits knock out of him. The sheriff quickly stood between the downed teen and the oncoming alpha member, giving Scott a chance to regain his feet.

In a blur he rushed me, driving me backwards, fighting to stay upright. He tore furrows in my chest and sank his teeth savagely into my shoulder doing his best to rip out a large chunk. The logical part of me understood his tactics: cause as much pain to his victim as possible but he had already destroyed my heart, killing what I had just discovered was the only thing worth living for.

Revenge isn't best served cold; it's best when it's hot and wet and a bloody heart held in the palm of your hand. Funny, the movies actually got this right.

"Holy shit Derek," Scott whispered in awe tinged fear. I dropped the fist sized piece of meat and followed the smell of human blood, followed the scent of Stiles.