Out of all the places he could have gone, out of all the people he could have picked, why here and why me?
Erica asked herself this a lot. When she felt like a bigger outcast than when she was human. When she felt like a freak and knew no one, not even Derek, could help her through the night. When the cravings were too much and she would lose control. Why did Klaus have to pick Beacon Hills to start his hybrid army and why did he have to pick her?
But on nights like tonight, she forgot all her troubles. When she sank her teeth into soft flesh and consumed the warm, rich, crimson nectar that flowed, she knew Klaus had given her a gift. She would never have known such incredible pleasure if it wasn't for him. She knew blood was her weakness and she tried her best to resist its call daily, but when she was able to indulge herself, nothing felt better. It just felt so good. She never wanted to stop...
"Erica?" Stiles said in a strained voice. Erica didn't stop. It just felt too good.
"Erica," he said again, this time putting his hand on the back of her head. "I think you've had enough." Erica removed her fangs from his skin and looked at the bite marks she had left on his arms, shoulders, neck. She realized he was right.
Stiles rubbed the spot on his arm where Erica had just been feeding. He gazed up into her eyes, not nervous or frightened, but rather concerned. She loved that about him. Always so selfless.
"I'm sorry," Erica said. She wiped the blood from her lips. "I got a bit carried away." She considered licking her fingers, but figured that would be a little much.
"Don't worry about it," Stiles said with small grin. "You know, it's actually kind of hot in an undead-werewolf kinda way." He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows. Erica laughed and shoved his shoulder.
"Well I'm glad you consider this kinky," she said, biting her wrist. Stiles knew the drill and leaned forward to take his share of blood. He sucked on her wrist for just a moment. He didn't seem to be enjoying it as much as her. He sat back and wiped the blood off of his mouth, the wounds Erica had made already disappearing. She retracted her fangs and retrieved her jacket from the grave it was hanging on.
"Should I call you tomorrow or something?" Stiles asked as he stood too. Erica chewed her bottom lip.
"Yeah," she finally said, "that would be good." Stiles nodded. He walked over to where she was standing and opened his arms for a hug. She routinely went into them.
A little sick of hugs, Erica thought, but not comfortable enough for a kiss. And yet somehow comfortable enough for me to bite him and drink his blood. What is our relationship?
Stiles released her and she said her goodbye. She made sure he was safely in his jeep before she darted away from the cemetery. Even now as Erica ran, she couldn't keep the questions from bubbling up to the surface.