Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is not of my property. I do not claim any type of ownership or relation to the series except that of a fan.

People, this is a darker story than my usual. It has a bit of gore and violence, so if this is not to your taste please go read something else. Also, if you happen to be waiting for Mating Season I must say it will take a bit for me to update her (or even upload a new story). I have almost no free time left in my hands (this week had the last remaining hours in my mornings that weren't taken...). I have my Final Thesis to write and three courses to attend besides college. So, I'll post something for the Derek&Stiles Fest (that you all are going to take part in right?) and if I'm lucky there will be time for the last Mating Season too... but I can't promise anything.

The Empty Side of the Bed

He woke up with a violent slap to his face, rocking his already beyond tortured body against the chains that held him up. A cold hand grabbed his jaw and yanked it up, forcing his slightly blurry gaze towards the other side of the room.

"Look who's joined our little party... such pure, innocent puppy eyes don't you think..." getting close to his ear she whispered in a rough voice "...and I get to tear every inch of him apart. Isn't it fun?"

In a taunt, she licked Derek's left cheek and left laughing.

"LEG GO OF HIM YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Even though it would take him a few more seconds to have his eye sight restored to normal, Derek's hearing was perfect... and it made his stomach turn into lead and his heart fight it's ribcage as if trying to leave his chest. That voice was Stiles'. Kate had captured Stiles.

"Ssh now... you don't have to worry Mrs. Hale, I'm done with him... for now..." Kate Argent said, getting a harpoon almost as tall as herself and eyeing it with interest "... the both of us, you know me and you, are going to have so much fun together... and your little doggie over there is going to watch it all."

She then slided the harpoon into a burning furnace and walked over to Stiles' side, going with her hands over his body. Looking at him with murderous interest.

"OH, so much fun... well, at least for me."

Stiles was terrified. Derek could feel the desperation of his lover washing over him like waves of fear, sadness, panic and hatred. He had to do something, anything to save Stiles.

"Let go of him Kate." the chained werewolf said, looking at them. His eyes were back to normal now, but that only made things worse. He could see that Stiles was chained by his wrists and ankles, a few inches above the ground. He was naked, had bloody lips and a look of sheer horror across his face. "Let go of him, NOW! He is human, an innocent! He is not a werewolf!"

"Aww... have you forgotten who you're talking to?" She replied with mocked offense "Bad bad doggie." Kate then got behind Stiles. Going with one arm around his waist and the other lightly caressing his chest, she rested her head on the side of his torso and said "You should know by now that I. Couldn't. Care. Less."

With a fake squeal she let go of the teen's body and said:

"Wait a minute! Just found a new level!" Kate cocked her head and laughed at her own joke. It was loud, cruel and full of malice.

"He is the son of the Sheriff, you'll never get away with this! His father will h-"

"Oh please... why is it that you think it took me this long to get your little bitch down here? Huh? But now..." and she refocused her attention on Stiles "... now there is not a single person to save him from me."

Derek felt his body go numb

"You killed the Sheriff..."

"That annoying old fart was really adamant that I wouldn't take his son... but in the end..." and she gave a hard squeeze to Stiles' cheeks. "... in the end, I always get what I want."

Stiles yanked his face from her hand and spat on her.

"Don't you DARE TALK ABOUT MY FATHER! YOU WHOR-"

Kate gave a hard punch to his stomach, knocking the air out of the last Stilinsky and making him rock back and forth as if in some sort of macabre swing.

"You wanna fight me? Wanna avenge your fat, slob, pig of a father? Beat me for taking your man? Come on then... fight me".

And in a swift move she released Stiles from his chains, letting the young man fall flat on the cold floor and still trying to breathe. Derek trashed against his chains to no avail. The more he tried the more pain to his legs and arms he felt.

"Oh Lassie, don't... you'll hurt yourself. Hum... on a second thought, please do." Kate gave him the smile of a coiling python "How stupid do you think I am babycakes? I had your chains linked to your bones. You are going nowhere... so just sit tight and watch the show."

And like that, she put all of her weight into a kick that hit Stiles, still curved on the floor, right in the middle of his chest and sent him flying against the wall. Derek growled so hard it sounded almost like a roar. Kate took her time walking towards her prey, enjoying every second of it... the difficulty Stiles was having getting up. She bended a little over, so as to get close to his face.

"Aww... little pussy boy here is h-"

Stiles landed a punch right on her jaw, sending her back holding her mouth, but lost his balance at the same time. He landed on Derek.

"Listen to me, run away now! Go! Get Scott! Es-" Derek pleaded with his lover in low voice, while Kate cursed in the back.

"A... and leave... leah... leave you here with her? Don't think so... mister... no one... no-"

What no one did Derek never found out, for Kate had grabbed Stiles by the hair and started punching his face repeatedly. The two fought like wolves... Derek screamed at her for all he was worth, trashing against the chains to the point that he actually broke his right arm. The chains remained there, he was still locked... And then he felt something hit his chest... a few white dots in a sea of red. They were Stiles' teeth.

Once Kate had regained her composure, Stiles was left spread with his back on the floor and breathing with difficulty. Not moving much but bleeding profusely. She licked her lips and with a kick turned him the other way around.

"Raise your ass for momma here."

Stiles tried to raise himself, standing on all fours.

"I said your ass, stupid little bitch" the huntress said, getting an iron bar from nearby and sitting heavily on his back, bringing him down "so... I take it that you like a stiff one up-"

"G-get off of me." he answered, spitting blood and trying to shake her off with little strength he had left.

Kate simply laughed, got up, sent a kiss to a wide eyed Derek and brought the iron bar down on Stiles' legs. Both were now broken, and the short haired teen's scream nearly stopped the heart of the werewolf.

Derek was desperate, Stiles had already lost too much blood. There was too much damage done to important organs. If he wasn't saved now... if he wasn't saved right now he'd die.

"Please, I beg of you! I'm begging here, stop hurting him! He's done nothing, kill me not him! Kill me!"

"Shut up freak and wait for your turn to die."

"When I get you... I'm gonna rip your body open and wear it as a COAT! DO YOU HEAR ME!"

Derek kept shouting at their torturer, but she only smiled at him and got back on Stiles' back. She then looked straight into Derek's eyes, but whispered to the boy under her.

"Moan for me, werewolf slut." and she plunged the iron bar into Stiles.

While the two men screamed and trashed, Kate Argent simply laughed. Derek could feel parts of his lover's body already shutting off... main organs had started to fail... and that brought him to the brink of his sanity. Stiles was dying and he couldn't save him. Derek fought so hard against his prison that his hurt legs also ended up broken.

Leaving the now immobile boy were he stood, the huntress made her way to the chains that held Derek and released them. In a slow move the werewolf scooped his lover from the floor and held him on his good arm. He was sitting on the ever enlarging pool of blood escaping the man he thought would be his for years to come. Derek left the saddest howl ever heard by humankind escape his lips.

"Hey... h-have we escaped? I... I can't feel my... my-"

"Shhh, shhh now... you need your strength."

"You look... h-h-horrible." Stiles said, with a weak smile.

"Missed you too. Now shh."

For the first time in his life, Stiles actually was quiet.

Derek held his Stiles as close to his heart as he could and said:

"Listen closely to me ok?

Under the watchful eye of the Brightest Moon

And the smiles of the Loving Stars

You were made from me in the Casts of Heaven

and I was made from you

'From one Cast' said the Moon 'two bodies will come'

'and in two bodies' the Stars replied 'one soul shall live'

Out of light, out of friendship, out of honor

Out of bravery, out of kinship, out of trust

Out of love I swear my Oath to you

Under the watchful eye of the Brightest Moon

And the smiles of the Loving Stars

To protect with my live, my heart and soul

To bring happiness, to my joy and love

For we are two bodies but one soul.

I love you Stiles."

"Love you... too"

Derek could feel the burning harpoon pressed against his back, right above his heart.

"How touching, the Oath of Marriage... well, happy honeymoon puppies!"

Kate impaled the harpoon through the two.

Derek woke up startled on his bed, his hands clutching his heart. 'It was a dream... just a dream...' but the feeling of sadness and loss were still there. Still with him. Derek looked at the empty side of the bed... where his body, his heart and his soul all demanded that Stiles should be. And the same side where his mind stated 'if you bring him here, it will be his permanent end.'

So, Derek decided to never let Stiles know that he was in love with him. What he didn't know is that Stiles just had the same dream... and came to the opposite conclusion.