Chapter 7
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Derek has been following Stiles Stilinski for a little over a month, Derek doesn't just snatch his prey, he studies them first and finds the best time to grab them.. A time when no one will be suspicious over the disappearance of the person he's taking..
Derek has had to spend weeks making those he "interrogates" talk, in the past.. He never knows how long it will take to make someone crack and cave and tell Derek everything he needs to know and then make them confess to what they've done before .. Well.. He used to just kill them.. Now he dumps their usually badly maimed (depending on how far Derek has to go before they'll talk) but still alive bodies in front of a police station all wrapped up like a gift with evidence of the many crimes the person he just spent days interrogating has committed.
Derek has followed this Stiles guy at a distance long enough to know he has to be careful..
The man he follows is not just an FBI Agent but he is also the son of the local Town Sheriff..
Derek has watched Stiles take home cooked meals to the local Sheriff's Station everyday for over a month.. He's watched Stiles go into work three days out of every five day work week for over a month..
He adapted to the schedule of the man he stalked and had bugged the man's home and phone.. Watching.. Waiting..
His impatience growing..
Then one day Stiles calls his father.. Turns out that Stiles always takes a month long vacation this time of year and goes incommunicado for the entire month..
It is May twenty-third, two thousand eighteen.. And Stiles Stilinski has just called his father for the last time before going incommunicado for a month..
It was like Stiles was putting himself on a silver platter just for Derek...
Derek waited until nightfall that night, then he quietly broke into the home of the man he stalked...
The inside of the house smelled ..
Like sadness..
Derek crept up the stairs and quietly nudged open the door to the bedroom he knew from his observations belonged to Stiles..
The sleeping man was writhing in his bed making noises of distress, his fingers clenched in the bottom sheet, his lower body getting twisted in the blankets..
Derek was armed with a duffle bag filled with implements of torture in one hand with rope draped over his shoulder and a roll of duct tape in his free hand..
He quietly sat the duffle down.. Then approached the bed..
The man in the bed shot awake with an anguished scream of horror and pain, Derek hadn't even touched him yet.. The man still didn't even seem to know Derek was there..
Then Derek clasped a hand over the man's mouth, cutting off the scream and forcing the man back down, flat on the bed..
The man struggled smelling like a frightened Omega .. But the man's horrified cries were muffled by Derek's hand..
Derek had not gotten close enough to smell the man's scent before this moment.. But now the scent of True Mate wafted up to Derek's nose..
Stiles was Derek's True Mate and Derek's True Mate was terrified, making Derek's instincts war with what he had come to do..