Title: Alone

Rating: T

Warning: Gore, some cursing. Eventual slash.

Summary: Stiles is always there for Scott and Derek, but what can you do when everything you have done still isn't good enough?

Disclaimer: The show does not belong to me, neither do the characters. Both belong to their rightful owners.

I slammed my back against a wall, out of breath and terrified. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest.

Clam down, Stiles. If you don't stay calm, he'll find you. He can smell fear and you've already left him a nice thick trail to follow.

I let out a shaky breath and looked at the options I had left, which were very few. Run and die or stay and die, neither had the outcome I was looking for.

Just when I thought all hope was lost, I remembered that my cell phone was with me. I hadn't realized how much I was shaking until I attempted to dial a number in. After several tries I eventually steadied my hand long enough to dial the correct number.

"Come on. Pick up." Desperation laced my voice.

The phone rang a few more times before someone answered.

"What!" Scott sounded agitated.

"Dude, I'm in trouble." I was trying to stay as calm as possible.

"Can it wait? I'm busy right now." Scott's voice was snappy.

"No it can't wait! What the hell is so important?"

"Scott, come on. Don't make me wait."

I knew that voice well, "Allison? Hell no I need you now!"

"Scott." Allison was calling his name seductively.

"Mhm. Hey man I'm really busy. I'll call you when I'm done here."

"No, Scott, it's the Alpha! The Alpha is hunting me! Scott? Scott?"

I took the phone away from my ear, 'call ended'. There was no one else to call and I wasn't going to get my dad involved and killed. Derek would be an option, but stupid me never got his number, and now I'm going to die.

I squeezed my eyes shut to try and keep the tears back. I'd rather die running than sit here and pray for someone to save me, when I know no one is coming.

I stood up and wiped my eyes so I could look for a place to run. There was an exit not too far away from me. If I could get there without the Alpha catching on I could get out and run to a better hiding place.

I had distracted the Alpha with car alarms and made a separate trail to follow. The ending of that trail was my jacket, hopefully he was still distracted with that if not, then he's super pissed.

I took a deep breath and bolted for the exit. I was almost there when I heard the deep rumbling growl coming from my one escape. The Alpha slowly walked out on all fours, his eyes locked on me and teeth bared.

"Shit!" I whipped around and as fast as I possibly could I ran. I don't know why I bothered; I knew I couldn't outrun him forever.

That was exactly the case; within seconds, the Alpha had grabbed my ankle to bring me down. I plummeted face first onto the ground. I tried to scramble away, but I couldn't. Finally, I turned onto my back and just stared at him.

"Please don't kill me." Tears were falling down my cheeks.

I had a good reason for tears because nothing I could say or do would make the Alpha not kill me, and I knew that all too well. I just couldn't help but beg. I guess it's a human reaction, faced with sudden danger, the only thing you can do is beg for your life. Even when you know, it'll do you nothing.

"Please don't kill me." I was choking on my words.

The Alpha slowly crawled on top of me so it was towing over my body.

"Please." My voice was but a whisper.

A howl was the response I got, followed by him digging his claws into my flesh. I could feel the chunks of flesh he was ripping off, along with the deeps gashes. He mangled up my body before he finally went in for the kill.

"No. No. Please. No." My body was so mangled, I couldn't move, I was just numb. There was a puddle of blood around my body, along with the chunks of flesh the Alpha had clawed off me.

Again, the Alpha responded with only a howl that turned into a snarl when he lunged for my throat.

His teeth sunk into my throat and I could feel myself choking on my own blood. Seconds later he had my throat ripped out; blood flowed out like a fountain. The seconds it took before I finally passed out were agonizing, but what was worse was seeing my body. I was horrified at the scene in front of me, I was dead and here I was staring at my own body.

"No!" I threw my head down and grasped it with both my hands covering my ears.

I bolted straight up screaming. Seconds after I woke up my dad came running into my room.

It was one of those nights where my dad actually got to be home with me. Though with what's been happening lately it wasn't often enough.

"Are you all right?" My dad sat on the edge of my bed and pulled me into a hug.

"No." I hadn't realized I was crying until my voice cracked.

"Another nightmare?" My dad stroked the back of my head with his thumb as a way to soothe me, to tell me he was here; there was nothing to be afraid of.

If only he knew, I had everything to be afraid of. If only he knew what was out there killing those people and terrorizing my dreams.

"Thanks, Dad." I pulled out of his grip on me.

"Are you sure you're fine? This isn't the first night you've woken up like this."

I knew my dad was concerned. He probably felt guilty that he couldn't be there for me as much as he wanted to be. It killed him even more now that mom wasn't around to comfort me, I was truly on my own in his eyes and it hurt him to have to think that.

"I'm sure. You don't have to worry. Its just been rough since the murders started. I'm just on edge. I'm sure it'll pass eventually." I gave him a weak smile.

"All right." My dad turned to leave the room, but stopped in the doorway, "I love you, Stiles."

"I love you too, Dad."

I waited a few minutes before I got up and headed to the bathroom. I splashed cold water over my face in hopes of cooling myself down. Eventually I walked back to my room, but before I got back, in bed, I stripped my t-shirt and pajama pants off, leaving me in just my boxers.

I sighed, I had to go to school tomorrow and deal with everyone's problems all over again. I would neglect telling Scott about my dream, I always did. He was enough trouble as it was, but he was my best friend and I didn't want to give him anything else to worry about.

This was my first fic, and I'm planning on making chapters out of this. It'll take me a while to think of things because my brain doesn't want to work with me, or it'll work and give me the most pointless of story plots. So reviews and comments are welcomed.