Phoenix

"Don't you get it Stiles? You're just a weak human! A research boy, you're not needed! You're not pack! Leave, and don't get near us!"

"There's no escape little boy, I'm going to kill you as a nice messange to your Alpha."

"I-I.. have.. NO ALPHA!"

Or

The one where the Alpha pack and the Darach is targeting Beacon Hills and Derek wants to protect Stiles by pushing him away, but just hurts him more.

Prologue

It hurt, hurt more than he have ever imaged it would, and believe me when I say, he imaged it not once.

He knew the pack didn't need him, he knew he was nothing, just a research boy, he was not a werewolf, a hunter, or a banshee.

He had no supernatural powers, skill with bow and arrows, or the ability to find dead bodies.

He knew one day they would get rid of him, but he never tought it would hurt him that much.

When Derek called him in 2 A.M. to meet up with him outside his house, he certainly did not expected him to grab him, slam him to the wall of the house and yell at him (well, he did expected that part), at least not like that.

"Derek, what the hell man?!"

'Stay away from my pack!"

"What, why?"

"Don't you get it Stiles? You're just a weak human! A research boy, you're not needed! You're not pack! Leave, and don't get near us!"

"B-but-"

"No buts, it will be better for all, mostly for us, if you stay away from us. If I find out that you're near them, near the pack, you will regret it. Got it?!"

"Y-yeah.."

Derek let go of Stiles, and the boy fell to the ground. Derek turned his back and walked away.

Stiles was trembling, his hands were shaking, he slowly touched his cheek and felt wetness.

He was crying.

He slowly got up, not caring about the dirt that clung onto his clothes, and went inside, climbed up the stairs and laid down on his bed, falling into a pitiful sleep.

"He did it."

"Stupid Hale, he thought he could protect that boy with pushing him away? Hahh What a fool, right Ennis?!"

"Yes, Kali. Without the protection of the pack, that human is a way too easy prey."

"What should we do, Delucation?" - asked the twins.

"Kill him, leave a message to that 'Alpha', let him see what will happen if he does not submit."

Stiles was dreaming. He dreamt about his mother, how she would hold him, read him bed-time stories, and the day she died.

It was mid october, the weather was cold, colder than the last ten years, he was walking with him mother, Claudia, down the road with a couple of grocery bags.

"So sweety, what do you want for dinner?"

"Lasagne!"

"Haha, alright."

Suddenly, he felt a wave of coldness and stumbled over, his mom falling with him.

"M-mom.." - he asked feeling dizzy.

A couple of shadowed figures emerged from the dark.

"Sweety, look at me, listen, run, run as fast as you can, don't look back, just run."

"B-but mom.."

"Run!" - his mom screamed and pushed him, he got up and run, he hide behind a trash can and waited.

About 15 minutes later someone grabbed him, he looked up, scared of who it could be, and saw his father.

"D-dad.. M-mom, she.." - he broke down sobbing and muttering.

"Stiles, Stiles, where's your mother? Where is she?"

"T-there.." - he sobbed out, ponting towads where he ran away from.

His dad grabbed him, and ran towards Claudia.

"Claudia!"

John put Stiles down and grabbed Claudia's limp body, she was cold, ice cold.

"Clau.."

"J-John.." - she said as she slowly opened her cinnamon eyes.

"It will be okay, please just, just hold on.."

"Protect him.. P-protect Genim, they wanted him.. they wanted to use him... Y-you have to.. please.."

"I will, j-just hold on.."

"I'm sorry.. I love you.. both of you.." - she said, and closed her eyes, letting her last breath out.

Stiles just stood there, sobbing, watching his father hold his mother while she died.

Stiles woke up with a start. It was new. He never remembered what his parents were talking about befoe, why now?

Who were those that attacked his mom, why was she so cold, why did she said they wanted him?

So much question, waiting for answers.

'I'm going to ask dad.' - he thought to himself. 'But first I will have to go shopping.'

He got up, showered, dressed, grabbed his keys and hopped in his jeep.

Stiles was driving back home from the grocery shop, when his jeep crashed into something, he hit his head in the air bag and lost consciousness.

When he woke up he found himself in tied in a chair.

There were two person in the room besides him, a woman and a man.

He looked at them and the man walked towards him.

"W-what do you want from me? Why I'm here?"

The man did not answer, just grabbed his chin and licked his temple, which he noticed was covered in blood.

He tried to fight him off, but it was no use.

"There's no escape little boy, I'm going to kill you as a nice message to your Alpha."

"I-I.. have.. NO ALPHA!" - he screamed and spit at him.

"You shouldn't have done that." - he said and hit him hard on the back of the head.

"Ennis, you idiot, you had to knock him out, right?!"

Stiles heared the woman scream before he fell unconscious.

To be continued

Kat: Well... It was the chapter 1 / prologue, hope you liked it. And please don't be too harsh on me, it's my very first Teen Wolf story!