Stiles woke up with a migraine to rival all other migraines. What the hell happened? He turned around and tried to figure out his surroundings.
It was dark, kinda damp and if he didn’t know the basement of the old now almost refurnished Hale house he would say he was in the same basement Derek was tortured in.
But Stiles knew better, he was the one that cleaned up the basement the most, he knew every crook and cranny of the place and this wasn’t it. It was a close make of it, but it wasn’t it and that made Stiles worry just a little.
After all Stiles only knew one person with a creepy basement and God all mighty if he didn’t know that Wolves had him and God he really hated Scott at the moment.
A small creek and the door was opened, a man walked in and since it was dark Stiles tried harder to make out the figures his face but much to his happiness he didn’t have to work so hard since the guy light up a small torch by the door.
The guy, much to Stiles delight, looked normal enough, unfortunately for him, everything else about him screamed werewolf, and Stiles wanted to vomit right there and then.
Fear gripped at his heart, and his mind was going a mile a minute, from ‘what the hell, to if he would taste good’?
“Stop that.” And Stiles jumped slightly at the gruff voice that came from the wolf by the door.
After a few minutes of fighting his internal battle of don’t talk that always gets you into trouble he gave in and began to babble like an idiot.
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything. In fact I can’t do anything I’m chained to a wall? Speaking of which why is that? I’m not exactly dangerous and I’m sure as hell my physique does not scream line backer gonna beat the shit out of ya. And where the hell is my jacket?” he finished as the werewolf just raised and eye brow at his meltdown.
“That is non of your concern, I’m only here to give you food.” And he pushed a tray to his feet.
Stiles just looked at the man.
“Are you serious? How am I supposed to eat? Chained to the wall, remember?” and he tried to wiggle his wrist to make his point. The wolf didn’t say anything and just walked forward, looming over Stiles he pulled at the hook that held the chains on the wall and let it drop to the floor, taking Stiles who was unprepared for the heavy weight to drop on him tumbling to the ground.
After the initial shock wore off Stiles mumbled a thanks, and began to massage his wrists, completely trying to ignore the giant elephant or make that werewolf in the cell.
Few minutes passed and when it became apparent to Stiles that the ugly mug wasn’t gonna be leaving anytime soon, he reached for the tray and began inspecting the food. Hey he was human none of that raw meat crap no matter how much he was starving and how loud his stomach got. In fact he hoped that it was so loud that it was driving the other guy crazy, awesome hearing an all.
But no the food was cooked or in this case the bread was, the cheese didn’t need to be.
“So….” And he left it hanging in the air.
Stiles really, really hated the quiet, especially when he didn’t know what was going on and who the hell other werewolf was.
He got nothing in return of course.
“So…” he tried again. “Do werewolf usually kidnap young teenagers at the bowling ally and drag them to dungeons and feed them bread and cheese? Or am I the lovely exception?”
Still he got nothing. So he plowed on.
“I mean, I think I’m pretty good looking and all but I’m not sure I look good enough to be treated like a Disney princes, locked up in a dungeon waiting for my prince charming. I mean, yeah I’ve asked around but no one has yet to answer me. Hey maybe you can help, am I attractive to gay guys?” and then shoved a piece of bread and cheese into his mouth and looked expectantly toward the scruffy man who Stiles could swear looked a little grumpier than the last time he saw him or maybe the flames were just playing trick on him.
“Shut up,” the man spoke up. “You talk to much and you ramble.”
Stiles opened his mouth again and the guy spoke up.
“Alright, shutting up.”
Another few minutes and Stiles was done eating and was inspecting the other wolf. He looked to be around early twenties, light brown hair, kinda wispy, he was wearing a loose shirt that still showed of his physique and last his eyes were light brown and they seem to be studying Stiles just as much as Stiles was studying him.
“So you got a name?” Stiles tried again to make conversation. The other guy just raised his eyebrow up.
“You really have a hard time keeping your mouth shut don’t you?” Stiles opened his mouth to retort then closed it and bit his lip. Trying really hard to not say anything. Like that ever worked and all.
“I don’t like the quiet. You still didn’t tell me your name? How old are you? You look twenty. Are you?”
The other just let out a breath and bent down to pick up his chains and yank Stiles back up on the wall and put his linked chain back up on the hook. As he left he snuffed out he torchlight.
“Seriously? Was that necessary? I honestly don’t think so? I don’t like the dark. Its stupid.” The werewolf just yanked the door open and Stiles swore since he couldn’t see so well he turned around smiled at him all creepy.
“I’m Hugh, and I got to say, never would of thought I’d feel bad for Hale but, to have you as a mate. That has got to hurt.” And he walked off, leaving Stiles mind reeling and trying to figure out what the hell just happened or what he hell did Hugh, and who names their kids Hugh now a days anyway, not that he had any room to say anything about having a strange name but still mate... Just what the HELL?