He watches them as they leave the bar, unaware that he is behind them.
The three girls leave their bubbly companion alone, telling her that they're going on a double date.
She walks away, alone, unprotected. She doesn't sense him, his hand touches her shoulder, she quickly turns around her heart beating quickly, and his nostrils fill with the delicious smell of her blood.
She smiles nervously, "I'm sorry, do you need something?"
He smiles coldly on the inside, how stupid could this girl be, asking him if she needed something, in three seconds alone he could have dragged her into an alley and tore into her throat, but no he liked to take his time, he liked to toy with his prey.
He puts on a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it soothes her, it gets her to lower her guard a bit.
"I saw you in that bar back there," he can immediately smell her arousal as soon as he speaks her captivation to this mysterious man, with this strange almost musical accent. "I thought you were the prettiest woman in the bar."
She blushes, "oh, please...I'm not that pretty."
He tilts her chin upward, his thumb brushes across her lips. His voice takes on a strange lilt, it becomes...hypnotic, "you are pretty, you're so beautiful you're like a dish at a five star restaurant." He lifts her hand to his lips, they brush across her wrist like a thousand butterflies dancing on her skin, she moans.
He moves his face close to hers, whispering into her ear, "you want to take me back to your apartment." She blinks slowly, her eyes become glassy,"...I...want to...take you back...to...my...apartment."
He grabs her iPhone from the dresser. He plops down on the bed, sitting close to her dead body, he opens the maps app, he searches for his next destination, his eyes stop when he finally finds a suitable place. He drops the iPhone on the floor, crushing it underneath the heel of his boot. He takes his jacket up from the bed and throws it on.
He turns back to the bed, and kisses the dead girl on the lips, "thank you for that most...exquisite meal, sorry for my rude manners, but it's time for me to leave."
He speeds down the road, the moon illuminating his path. He passes by a sign that says: "Welcome to Beacon Hills." He smiles.
POV CHANGE
Stiles cruises down the road in his jeep, he steers it off the road and through the woods, stopping in front of the dilapidated Hale house.
He and Scott get out of the jeep.
"Scott, why am I here again?"
"Dude your my best friend, when have I ever left you out of anything?"
"Well let's see...nearly eighty-five percent of the time."
Scott chuckles. Both of the boys walk into the house. Everyone's in the living room, Jackson's sitting close to Lydia, cooing in her ear, she giggles at something he says.
Stiles scowls, he really doesn't want to be here right now, he wished he was at home in his PJ's with a pepperoni pizza, chicken wings, and a nice liter of Pepsi, but no he was here witnessing the ex-love of his life flirting with her asshole of a boyfriend.
Derek walks into the room, "listen we've been through a lot this year." God could this man talk, it was like that extremely hot guy from the Velveeta commercials, every word from this guy's mouth was pure liquid gold...wait?what? He was so totally not thinking like that right now...Stiles liked boobs, hell he got turned on when two girls kissed each other. He was definitely not into men, sure he liked to stare for a while, but that was just normal wasn't it? "We've been through a lot...and..."
Peter takes the mantle, "what my nephew is trying so hard to say, but ultimately failing at." Derek glares at him. "You guys can relax. The worlds not exploding, the Alfa pack isn't here yet, no one's dying. You guys can relax, go party, go drink, and do whatever the hell teenagers do."
Stiles crashes on the couch, waiting for the pizza he ordered to arrive. His dad was working overtime to night, so he probably wouldn't be home until six in the morning.
The doorbell rings.
He gets up from the couch, the doorbell rings again." Alright, alright, I'm coming." He opens the door and who do you think is standing outside, none other than Derek Hale, , the god of all sexual desires.
Derek pushes his way into the house, pushing Stiles out of the way.
"Um...please come in." Stiles shuts the door.
"We need to talk."
"Okay when you say we, is this about us personally, does it concern something that we share in common, does it concern something supernatural, or are you just here beca-"
"Stiles shut it," Derek growls.
Stiles puts his hands up defensively, "alright, alright there's no need to go all wolf on me and tear out my throat."
"There's a vampire in town."
Stiles scoffs, "what? Like Dracula with the pointy fangs, aversions to garlic and crosses and the incredible love for virgin blood." Derek glares at him, god he wondered if women were as turned on by that glare like he was.
"Vampires don't only drink virgin blood. I need you to do research."
Stiles takes a bite out of his pizza, he scrolls down the screen, after a minute, he stretches, something in his back pops, he prepares to head to the bathroom to relieve himself. He jumps out of his seat, when he hears Derek's voice.
"What did you find?"
Stiles places a hand over his rapidly beating heart, "Jesus! I told you I'd call you when I'm done, I didn't expect you to stand there all stalker-like. And anyway how the hell did you get into my room?" Stiles notices the open window, "you do realize I have a front door, right?"
Derek ignores all that's said, "what did you find?"
"Oh nothing much, except thousands of websites for emo's and other people who pretend their vampires, a dozen or so websites for twilight alone."
"Anything usable?"
"Vampires can go out in broad daylight, they're not allergic to garlic, they can be around crosses and churches, and etc., etc."
"Any weakness."
"None that I've found yet."
Derek growls, "well keep looking."
Stiles swore if he kept growling like that he was really going to...
His cellphone buzzes, he grabs it off his desk, and checks it. Stiles hands fly to his keyboard, he types in a website, it loads quickly, a live feed of a news report pops up. "Scott just texted me, he told me to watch this."
A young woman fixes the earpiece in her ear, she stares into the camera.
"I'm Gina Ronald here, reporting live for KBSN. Tonight we're at the scene of what appears to be the latest in a serial of murders that span across the country." The camera zooms in on the police wheeling a body out of an apartment complex on a gurney. "The latest victim, 24-year-old Michelle Vand was like any typical young adult, she attended the local community college, hanged out with her friends, and was close to her family, but sadly tonight her life ended in a tragic way. The media dubs this man "the vampire" for his unusual way of killing his victims, he apparently seduces his victims, drains them off all of their blood, and disappears into the night." The reporter rushes over to the Sheriff, "Sheriff Stilinski what do you have to say about the vampire murders?"
The Sheriff looks straight into the camera, "we're gonna capture this guy, no matter what we're going to capture him."
POV CHANGE
He stares at the television screen, the club is packed thousands of body's move in the space, his stomach rumbles, he's feeling particularly hungry tonight, not from the fact that his last meal was a over twelve hours ago, but the fact that the mortals were hunting him, even with all their fancy new toys they still hadn't been able to even find him, to even locate him.
Ever since he came to this town a distinct scent had come to assault his nose, the scent of wolves and more than one.
A boy plops down on the bar stool next to him, his body sweating and his face flush from dancing.
"I'll have a martini." His voice tinged with a very heavy southern accent. The bartender turns to make his drink.
He was hungry. He had no preference in his meals, whether they were women, men, or transsexuals. He could've cared less food was food and prey was prey. He puts on a dazzling smile; he sips his beer, turning his seat slightly to face the boy next to him.
"Are you new to town?"
The boy smiles at him, his martini is placed before him, he take the olive skewered onto a toothpick out of his drink, he seductively places it into his mouth,"yea, I'm from South Carolina. What about you? Where are you from, handsome?"
His stomach rumbles again, he glides his tongue over his fangs. "I'm...from everywhere, I never spend too much time in one place."
The boy's smile becomes even bigger, "well I'm hoping I can change that."
He pushes the boy onto the bed, ripping off his buttoned down shirt.
"Someone likes it rough."
He kisses the boy's neck, rubbing his hardened nipples. The boy's blood smelt so sweet, he must be AB negative. The sexual excitement heightens the smell of the blood, making it as delicious as a priceless wine.
His stomach grumbles even more, as much as he didn't want to leave himself with an erection, the blood was calling out to him. He bites down, lapping up the sweet tasting blood, the boy moans. He drinks and drinks, he drinks even until he hears the heartbeat become slower and slower, he drinks even as the boy weakly pounds on his chest, struggling to get him off of his body. He stops finally, drinking up the last of the crimson blood that flows into his mouth.
He closes his eyes, reveling in the ecstasy, his hunger quenched for now. Unzipping his pants, he takes out his erection. He wraps his hand around it, stroking it furiously until he comes into his hand, he wipes his hand on the bedspread. The full moon rises high into the sky, with his sensitive ears, he could hear thousands of animals howl. It was time for the hunt.