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Stiles is on his way to Derek's loft in his beat up old jeep.
He's basically lives in there now.He has a blue toothbrush sitting next to Derek's on the cupboard in the bathroom.He has a whole bottom drawer of the wardrobe in the bedroom.Which remind him to wheedle Derek to buy the coffee table he has a eye for for a few weeks now.A blowjob would take care of that,he mused.The vacant space of the loft really need some more furniture.
On the drive to the loft,he keeps bouncing his leg,fingers drumming at the steering wheel.The small velvet box sitting heavy in his pocket.
Finally,Stiles pulls up in the parking lot,next to Derek's Camaro.He jumps a little when his phone beeps.Picks it up,it's a text from Scott.'Go get him,dude.' Stiles chuckled,couldn't help the smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
To this day,Stiles still doesn't know how do they get here.The day it happens feels just like yesterday.The pack are all hanging out in the loft after a meeting.He's arguing with Derek about some trifles like always.One minute,Derek is pushing him up against the wall,the next,their lips are slotted together.He doesn't know who made the first move.Distantly,he heard someone cried 'Finally!'.But all his attention are fix on the soft lips against his,the hand kneaded the nape of his neck.He fists his hand in Derek's leather jacket,hold on tight like a lifeline.
When they break apart,doesn't knew how long it has been,everyone else already left.Their lips are swollen,pupils blew wide,breathe ragged,hair all mussed.They stared at each other's eyes for a long moment in silence,then Derek took his hand and led them up to his bedroom.'Finally!',Stiles cried in his mind.
Pulled his thoughts back to reality,Stiles puts his phone back down,fingertips touching the bite mark on his neck gingerly,the mark Derek left there. 'For life.' he has said. Stiles also left his mark on Derek at the same spot,it doesn't completely disappear like a wound usual does,Stiles is fascinated with it.
Taking a deep breathe,he pats the box in his pocket,then climbs out the jeep and walks to the building.His heart hammering all the way up the stairs,a layer of sweat break out his back.Grimaced,he tugged at his collar.Stop at the loft door,he takes another deep breathe then open the door and walk in.
"Derek?"...There is no one answer. Bewilder,wandering if Derek went for a run in the preserve,he walks in the living room.Out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadow.Before he could even turn around,there is a heavy blow meets the back of his head.Everything goes to black...
Groaning,Stiles come to slowly,he feels like waking up with a terrible hangover."Stiles!"Derek's worried voice came to his ears.Looking up,he finds Derek tied to a tree few feet away with a thick rope,there is some purple flowers threaded in it,wolfsbane obviously.Looking down,he finds himself also restricted,they're in the preserve."Fucking great."He sighed."Are you ok?"Worry knits Derek's brows in to a tight knot."I'm fine,just a little headache,you?" "Nothing i can't handle."Derek grumbled."Of cause you're."Stiles chuckled a little."So,where is the monster of the week?"Stiles cranes his neck to looked around.
As if on cue,a hobbled figure appeared from the shadow among the trees,its whole body wrapped in a dark cloak.When it's gets close,Stiles make out a haggard old woman,her exposed skin looks like dead tree bark.When she speaks,her voice sounds like fingernails scraping chalkboard."Looks like the little red finally awakes,lets get this party started,shall we?"Stiles wants to laugh at the nickname,but all he felt is the biting cold run through his body.Derek growled,eyes flashing crimson red,canines sticking out his mouth.
"Behave!You filthy dog."The woman reproached,she turned to Stiles then."Do you know why are you here?" "Let me guess,witch,power hungry,looking for some virgin sacrifice?"Stiles joked."Sorry to disappointed you,i'm not qualified,not for a lang time."He winked at Derek."Back and front."He added on a second thought.Derek rolled his eyes.
The witch's sneer killed Stiles' smile immediately."Little red and the big bad wolf,how classical.But no,that's not why i'm here.Do you remember the Ghoul you killed last month?That's my husband." "First of all,ew. Secondly,he was killing people,to death,he had it coming!"Stiles exclaimed."Shut up,Stiles!"Derek warned,can't help the dreadful uneasiness in his gut."Well,a Ghoul got eat."The witch cooed."So,you take something mine,it's only fair that i take some from you,right?"The glistening in her eyes made Stiles blood run cold."I'll tear your throat out if you dare touch him!"Derek bellowed,struggling with the ropes fruitlessly."Save your effort,dog.We have all day,i'm gonna make it really slow,i want you suffer as lang as possible."The witch sneered.
"What should we start with?"The witch mused,evil eyes glance at the two tied to the trees."How about the silly little bond between you two."
"What...?"Stiles swallowed thickly.When he looks at Derek,for the first time he saw fear in his eyes.He never saw Derek this frightened before,not when Derek thought he's going to drowned in the pool,not even when he asked Stiles to cut off his arm.Stiles really doesn't like where this is going,he doesn't like it at all.
"Ha!That's it.The bond.Do you know what will happen if i break the bond?"The witch look at Stiles,but she doesn't wait for an answer."You're human,so it'll be easier on you.But..."She turn to Derek."If you're a werewolf,some say it'll drive you crazy,you won't even remember who you are."The witch laughed loudly.Bile raise to Stiles' throat.Derek struggled harder,the cord bit into him,burned his skin red.
Seemed pleased with her idea,the witch wasted no time,start to crooning in a foreign language.
The air around them seems to stop moving,the light grew dim,everything grow quiet,even the birds and insects in the forest stop chirping except the witch's chanting.Stiles feels his hair all stand on end.
Gradually,a shimmering line appeared from the thin air,flickering with golden light.The ends of the thread connecting Derek and Stiles,buried into their chest.The witch's chanting stopped,a dagger appeared in her hand,gleaming viciously in the light of dusk.Slowly,she raised her hand above her head.All three pairs of eyes fixed dead at the blade.
"Derek..."Before Stiles can say anything else,the blade slashing through the air, split the thin line in two.
Someone is screaming,someone is howling,someone is laughing.Stiles' whole body is on fire,then it changes into bitter cold.He feels so empty,like someone dug out his heart,left a huge hole in his chest.He feels like a kite without line,just drifting,in the void.
Stiles trys to open his mouth,then find out he's the one screaming.He trys to open his eyes,what happened next is like a slideshow,burn into his eyes frame by frame.
Derek is roaring,furs burst out his skin,eyes burning crimson red.He changed into his alpha form,the rope can't hold on anymore,it broken into pieces.The witch's laughing turns into a shriek.Derek lunges at her,buried his claws deep in to her gut.
The witch is screaming now,but it ended abruptly when Derek tore her throat out.Only gurgles is coming out the hole in her neck,but even that died down before long.When Derek turns to Stiles,his whole front is covered in red,blood is dripping from his nails down to the ground.
"Derek?"Stiles asked gingerly.Remained in silence,Derek took a step forward,he carefully cut off Stiles' bondage.Flexing his stiff and aching limbs,Stiles move forward,trys to touch Derek's face,but he flinch away.There is pain and sorrow cloud Derek's eyes.
"Derek?"Hand still in the air,Stiles doesn't know what's wrong.
Stiles takes another step forward,but before he could think of anything to do,Derek turns around quickly and disappeared into the trees.
"Derek!"Stiles shouted.But nothing answers him but the rustle of the wind through the trees.