Stiles and Kol sitting in a tree B L O O D Y

The Council and Their BS

November 7th 2010

Stiles wakes bleary eyed and unable to see past the haze of forced sleep for several seconds. His body hurts, pain shooting down his chest and his breathing is labored. Probably doens't help that he can smell the vervain in the air and the sting around his wrists. He doesn't have to open his eyes to know that he's hanging from the ceiling by his wrists.

"I hope you don't mind that we started without you Mr Stilinski." A voice, the same voice that was behind him says, making it clear that they know he's awake.

Stiles allows his head to stay hanging when he opens his eyes, it gives him a good view of the blood on his chest. The wounds that caused the blood having since healed. Looks like they've been carving him open whilst he slept...rude. Stiles lifts his head and finds himself staring at a priest. Pastor Young if Stiles' memory isn't failing him. Which it could be, Stiles has never been a religious person. Probably something to do with the knowledge of vampires and the like rattling around his head.

"Please call me Stiles." Stiles says, voice far rougher than expected. "Where's Matt?"

He tilts his head to look around the cell that he's in and quickly finds the vervain hanging in front of the air vents.

"Of course, Mr Stilinski was your abomination of a father." Pastor Young states, "Your brother is fine, simply sleeping off the sedative we gave him."

That makes Stiles blink. He's never met a person other than his mother who has met his father. And even then his mother never spoke about him. He wants to rage at the man for harming Matt but he knows that being calm is always best in this type of situation.

So instead he asks, "You knew him?"

"Of course I did. I helped kill him." Pastor Young admits easily, like he's saying the weather or what day of the week it is. "Now I believe I've gotten off topic. Where is the white oak stake Mr Stilinski?"

"Why'd you help kill my father? Who were you helping?" Stiles questions.

"You may be a vampire, Mr Stilinski but I am in charge here." Pastor Young informs.

"Truly?" Stiles asks as he feels the ropes around his wrists.

They have magic in them, specifically magic to stop whoever is bound by the ropes to not do magic themselves. Stiles can't help but wonder if this means that the Council also hunts down witches. Thankfully though Stiles can still siphon magic which is something Alaric didn't seem to realise, meaning these idiots don't know about that either.

"Sir?" A new voice calls out.

A deputy walks into view. He's behind the bars, not stepping foot into the cell, clearly doesn't trust the ropes to hold him. Smart man.

"Liz is going to be pissed you stole her deputies." Stiles says.

"Elizabeth Forbes has been relieved of her duties as Sheriff, they are no longer her deputies." Pastor Young states before turning to face the man, it leaves his back exposed making it so easy for Stiles to just break out.

But he's not going to, he needs to know numbers first, how many people does he need to kill for his life to go back to normal? How best to hide what is likely to be a massacre? Stiles wishes Kol were here, he always has the most fun when it comes to killing large groups.

"Yes Smith?" Pastor Young asks.

"We've brought Elena Gilbert to the house and are ready to move the vampire into his cell." Smith explains.

"Ah of course." The pastor nods before heading out of the cell and locking it behind him, leaving his torture equipment in the cell with Stiles.

Rookie error, Stiles will be using those to disembowel the pastor later.