Changing Patterns

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    "Originally we were going to lure you out on your own will, then Ceria would use her ability to make you leave by choice. But since you can't~!" The woman chuckled. "I've been sent to find which of the dogs is most important to you, threaten their life, get you to give yourself up and kill you all while the others lead your little litter of pups on a wild goose chase!"

Stiles's eyes widen as the woman spoke, her nails clicking as she clicked her thumb up the bottom of the others. The human gritted his teeth and started to hide his scent; worry, fear, anger, and guilt was all building up as he anxiety took the better of him. Stiles raked for something to do, something to help save himself and the others in this situation. How long had this woman been here, what had she seen and come in conclusion with. Derek, he could say he loved him, he loved Derek and she could clearly see that. But Scott was his brother, and Isaac was just a sweet pup he couldn't bare not to take care off. Lydia had to be his best friend no matter what situation they were in, Allison couldn't be forgotten, despite their tiffs stiles could never lose her.

"Aww, you thinking. You wondering who I'm after. Who I might leave this house for?" Stiles's fists ball at his sides, legs parting and knees bending enough to look defensive as he searched the space around him again and again as a ruse, finally being in baseball bat reach.

"I'm wondering why you think it'll work." The human snapped back, flicks of pink going unnoticed by the vampire before him. "Although that plan might have been well thought out by you mosquito's, the pack wouldn't let you uses us against each other."

    "Are you saying you wouldn't sacrifice your tiny, insignificant, in the way life. The human among animals. You wouldn't use yourself to protect them- k mean even your fathers left you alone hasn't he." The brunette smiled devilishly, liking one long fang and scratching the top of her tongue in show.

    "Of course I would, but there's too many of them for just you five. Deaton's would know somethings wrong, you don't know everything about everyone e of us, and finally- those shoes, do not, look good on you sweetheart." Stiles offered a half hearted asshole smile. "One last thing," his hand gripped around the metal baseball handle as the woman scoffed and rolled her head to look away. "I'm the only one aloud to make dog jokes with the pack."

    Gravel ad dirt shuffled behind stiles out the front door just as he raised the bat over his head. The brunettes eyes widening as she snapped her head back to stiles with a heavy glare. The human smirked throwing down the bat to let the metal bounce off the floor and fling uncontrollably back at the vampire, who oddly enough didn't move as her eyes were set behind stiles. The bag hit the woman as Lydia's voice rocked the home, Stiles's ears ringing as she screamed his name and quickly fell to her knees. Malia and scoot rushing forward next as the woman crawled up from planting on her back. The Sanctor spinning to face his banshee bestie and smile as Derek dropped to a knee besides her to help. Cora and Boyd making their way past the alpha next to help fight.

    Although unneeded as the vampire was gone in moments. The remnants of the woman was her Fallon like nail, stabbed into the wooden floor besides a carved warning.

    Leave, die, offer, fight, or we will attack. Read the message. Scott twisting his brain as he struggled to understand.

    "Me. That's telling me to leave, or die. Telling you guys to offer me up or fight for me..." stiles tightened his arms over his chest. Hands and forearms staying untwined as he gripped his upper arms with sheer force of worry. While his breathing was slow but too shallow.

    "Stiles?" Lydia started, she only got a step forward before the man turned to her with a soft smile.

    "I just need to go to my room." Stiles shrugged at his soft suggestion. "I just need to think that's all."

    "About what?" Derek practically growled as he stared at the dug out words.

    "What do you mean about what? We have to look at the best option here, and if we do end up fighting we'll need a plan. We're not just rushing in with this."

    "End up fighting?" Derek's voice was low and tone dangerous as his attention slipped to the younger. The man he'd slowly found himself attached to again, slowly found himself needing.

    "Stiles were fighting for you. We're not just gonna let you go." Scott spoke voice rising as he stepped closer. As did Malia, reaching the human and pulling his arm from his chest so she could wrap her arms around his own.

    "Why wouldn't we fight for you?" She asked worriedly. Stiles quickly pulled his arm from the woman and stepped back, stepping out of the pack circle to look over everyone, eyes strictly landing on Scott.

    "Know. Know you all care?" The man scoffed and started off. He'd packed and moved his things from Derek's room already. The alpha moved to step toward stiles, stopping himself at the human made way up the stairs.

    "What?" Isaac asked, his voice cracking. Stiles was a reminded of his mother, stiles was someone he looked too in any situation.

    "Isaac," scoff reached forward grabbing the other males hand and tugging him forward. "We haven't... been right to stiles lately.." the beta shook his head.

    "Yeah.." Lydia answered gripping Aiden's hand as Jackson leaned over into Ethan. Allison rubbed her hands nervously with Cora creeping up around her waist. Derek stepped back from the circling group as Malia began to speak. Her words being about fixing what they broke while Derek's mind focused on stiles being alone right know.

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