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A/N: Inspired by the song "Pays to know" by MyPet

Venenum

Chapter 1

Stiles' plan failed. His grand plan, the vision and dream of keeping all of his friends together, the pack intact. It failed miserably. And he was the one who broke it first. When the graduation came closer and he'd received the acceptance letter from the Columbia University in New York, he didn't consider waiting for any other application answer. Stiles was determined to study there, to escape the hell that Beacon Hills had turned out to be, to leave the problems that came with being a part of McCall pack. Of course he worried about his father and what it would've meant to him if Stiles and the rest of them were not going to be there anymore to protect anyone anymore, but once the Sheriff heard about Stiles' acceptance, he was determined for his son to study there. And as it turned out later on, the Sheriff had a long standing preposition from a private detective firm in San Diego that he kept pushing away because of his son's involvement with the McCall pack. And since his son was considering a fresh start in New York, the Sheriff also believed that it was time for him to hand the Sheriff badge and move to San Diego, where he could stop worrying about his son being constantly in danger.

So Stiles had a full support from his father on his decision, the same couldn't have been said about his friends. Well not all of them were against his idea of moving far away from everyone else and having a fresh start. In fact Lydia, the only one who truly supported his decision and was rooting for him, was the second from the pack to inform of her acceptance into Harvard and the fact that she was too leaving the pack and moving away. The two of them suddenly became the two members of the pack that were constantly frowned upon for choosing a fresh start. While Scott, Kira and even Malia had chosen universities only an hour away from each other, or in Kira and Malia's case the same university, Lydia and Stiles were running away. In Scott's eyes they were abandoning the pack and deciding on the easy way out.

In Scott's opinion all of them were supposed to stay together, continue strengthening their pack and settling somewhere together, but his best friend didn't share the same idea. After everything they'd been through – crazy alphas, a kanima, the nogitsune, the assassins and the benefactor, the dread doctors, Eichen experiments and the chimera pack – Stiles needed to start fresh. He believed that a break from all things supernatural was needed in order for him to finally figure out what he wanted from his life, what his future was supposed to be like. Also, Stiles really didn't want to be forced to partake in Theo's recovery to the good side. He didn't like that prick and he didn't care about him. Scott was free to babysit that sociopath until he was going to be deemed good, but Stiles wasn't going to take any part in that.

When the day of his departure came, Stiles didn't let his friends to guilt trip him into staying, even if they had been trying that for a while. He was serious about leaving and in the end, even with the awkward goodbyes, his friends finally understood it. While saying bye to Scott Stiles felt slightly guilty, blame the kicked puppy look that his best friend was wearing, farewells to Lydia and Melissa were nothing short of happy. The two of them were really proud and excited about this next chapter of Stiles' life and fully supported him. He was also really proud of Lydia and finally felt like she was truly showing the full extent of her knowledge and he knew that there was a bright future waiting in front of her. And when it came to saying his farewell to his father, Stiles knew exactly how proud his dad was. Even if it was going to take a hell of a lot to pay for the university, Stiles' dad was determined that his son deserved it and even more. The Sheriff was so proud of his son's achievements and he was excited to see where life was going to take him.

And then Stiles left. For the first few weeks in Columbia's university everything was going well, Stiles was slightly homesick and it took a while to get used to the new surroundings, but he was also relieved. There were no new bad guys constantly trying to kill him and his friends, no new creatures to fight or save. It was relieving to live normally, just like everyone who had no idea about the supernatural. But then, after those first few weeks, Stiles noticed that there was something missing in his life. The supernatural drama used to take up so much of his time before that leaving it all behind was like a detoxification. And Stiles started to crave supernatural like a drug addict would crave drugs.

That was when he met Collin Anderson, a trust fund guy with parents that were from old money. Collin was originally from New York, the son of the millionaire couple. With both parents being doctors and one of the main supporters of the university, it was no surprise that he had everything that he wanted. Built as an athlete, with the huge bank account to his disposal, with the looks that almost every girl fell for – dark skin, deep brown eyes, a charming smile and toned body – he had all the reasons to be a complete jerk. Surprisingly he wasn't. Collin rarely used his bank account, he didn't flaunt his wealth, was more interested in studying than spending all of his time playing sports. And he actually chose to live in the university's dorm room with Stiles instead of the apartment that his parents had bought for him.

And, ironically, Collin was a werewolf.

Stiles really did see the irony there, but he refused to even acknowledge something as ridiculous as the possibility that he was replacing Scott with Collin. Even if he had failed to find time to call his best friend in the past week and instead had joined Collin in the search of entertainment in the nighttime New York.

"Hey, Stiles." An overly friendly voice brought Stiles out of his trance and he looked over to the owner with a frown on his face. Stiles had been staring at the empty new e-mail window for good twenty minutes, trying to figure out how to answer the long letter that his best friend had sent to him a week ago, what to share with him, but Stiles was struggling. He had no idea what to tell Scott and how to say it. So the distraction was welcomed, even if it came from the overly friendly Amber, with whom he had gone out several times in the past month.

"Hey, Amber." Stiles answered and watched how a bright smile appeared on her face before her friends dragged her to the front of the room in a giggling mess. Sighing deeply, Stiles grabbed his coffee cup that was placed next to his laptop, taking a long sip of the rich hot beverage, and exited his e-mail, deciding to answer Scott later.

"Man, soon she's going to start wrapping her whole self around you." Stiles heard Collin's familiar voice and looked to his left, watching his friend placing his things next to him. "You need to either grab her or publically move on." Collin added after sitting down and pulled out his own laptop.

"I know." Stiles mumbled before placing his coffee back down and leaning back to his chair. "But the problem is that I don't know what I want." He admitted and received a snort from Collin.

Stiles shot a glare to his friend, but Collin simply shook his head and turned his attention to his computer, starting it on. "That's becoming the norm for you. Not knowing what you want."

Stiles rolled his eyes to his friend before glancing to the clock to see how much time there was left until the lecture. "How about tonight?" Stiles questioned his friend, not missing how Collin instantly tensed. "We're still going to that club… what's its name again?"

"'Venenum'. It's called 'Venenum'." Collin sighed and brushed his hand over his buzz cut. "And yeah, we are."

Taking a close notice of how uncomfortable his friend was, Stiles wondered what was wrong with that club, but before he had his chance to ask, the lecturer walked into the room and the class began. It left Stiles hoping that Collin was going to explain the problem before they were going to enter that club.

'Venenum' was the Latin word for poison and Stiles tried to figure out why the owners had called their club like so. A quick search on the internet didn't give him much. The club appeared to be really closed off to the newcomers and it instantly raised the question of how Collin had managed to get invitation to it. That question was not answered, so it left Stiles to just trust what he had found on the internet. Apparently the owners of the club were never stated, instead mentioned as a company overseas. Then there was the whole thing with a few police raids there for some unknown reasons. Everything that stiles had read about that place was supposed to raise some red flags, like how one girl after a party there filed a complaint that she was attacked there and bit by some freak. A few days later she had taken back her complaint in explanation that she had filed it while being high. But she wasn't the only one and the pattern was really similar. And it left Stiles believing two things. 'Venenum' was either a club filled with some sick freaks, or it was supernatural. Surprisingly the second idea seemed more likely.

Standing in front of the club was an experience in itself. It was a remotely big building in Brooklyn, finding it was not easy on its own and it seemed that you either had to know where to go exactly, or you had to stumble upon it. As it seemed some people actually managed by the line by the door. Those people didn't have their own invitations and they were hoping that after a while they were going to be let in. And most of them probably were going to be allowed in, but it was up to the bouncer and he was an impressive guy already. He was over 6.6 feet, built like a rugby player with a really pale skin and dark eyes. The expression on his face was of pure disgust and Stiles found himself more than slightly intimidated by him, while Collin barely paid him any mind once they reached him.

"Invitations." The bouncer spoke out in a rich eastern European accent, glancing at Collin for a second before moving his pitch black eyes to Stiles. With one look at those completely unnatural looking eyes and Stiles knew that he was going into a supernatural club. The question remained who the hell was that guy. His eyes moved over Stiles and he wondered if he had actually seen a sneer appearing on the bouncers face for a second or was it just his imagination.

Collin pulled out the invitations from his jacket pocket, quickly pushing them to the bouncer before glancing around them. He had been on edge the whole day, as if going to 'Venenum' was not his own choice. Stiles suspected something going on that he didn't know, but Collin down right refused to answer any of his questions, instead repeating that Stiles was going to see for himself and make up his own mind. And standing there, right in front of the black door with a neon red sign saying 'Venenum' over it, Collin was showing not only worry, but also fear. Whatever was going to happen inside of the club, Stiles knew that it wasn't going to be good. And even if he understood that it was dangerous, he couldn't force himself to leave. Stiles needed supernatural in his life and that club seemed as the base of all supernatural for him.

"He's been waiting for you and you know perfectly that he doesn't like to be kept hanging." The bouncers spoke out again, his eyes fixed on Collin only, who seemed to get even more nervous.

"I know, it's ju-" Stiles' friend began, but the bouncer cut him off with a wave of his hand.

"Save your excuses to him, I don't care." He spat and then threw the invitations back at Collin. "Go right in, don't disturb anyone and you might leave alive." He added, looking at Stiles and then pushed them inside, not bothering with them at all.

The black door slammed shut behind them, making Stiles flinch a little and he glared at the door before turning around. The heavy music was everywhere around, loud enough to allow some not to think, but not overpowering so much that you couldn't speak. The sea of bodies were crowding the dancefloor, moving to the rhythm of the music and singing back to the DJ's request. Looking over all of them, Stiles could've sworn that some of the dancers were moving quicker that it was humanly or werewolfly possible, but before he had a chance to ponder that, a couple of women, clad in only their underwear, walked past them and winked at them. They moved further into the club and Stiles and Collin followed them. Further in they saw a long sleek bar with a wall filled by almost any drink imaginable. Next to the bar there was a doorway leading to the private area and the stairs to the second floor. On the other side of the room were plush couched and tables, left there for anyone to rest, then there were the small stages for dancers and then another private area on another, slightly higher stage. There were a few seats left and only two of them were currently occupied by a man and a woman. The woman seemed Asian, dressed only in black and she too did have black eyes. Her lips were painted deep shade of red and boredom was clear on her face. While the man next to her seemed like a regular guy, dressed simply while compared to the woman's tight dress, with short dark blonde hair and looking slightly uncomfortable. He looked like he didn't belong in that club or with that kind of company, but who was stiles to comment.

Stiles turned to say something to Collin, to further question him, but his friend's attention was set completely on the couple on that stage. Frowning, Stiles placed his hand on Collin's shoulder and he instantly jumper, turning his head to Stiles. "Are you ok?" Stiles questioned him and Collin quickly nodded his head, looking around.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." He mumbled, but Stiles didn't believe it at all. "Look I have to go talk to someone, I'll meet you at the bar after, ok?" Collin asked, but didn't really wait for an answer, instantly moving towards the dancefloor. Left alone Stiles only watched his friend pushing his way through the sea of people before moving to what seemed another hall that led to the employees rooms with the mysterious man and woman following soon after.

Stiles knew that there was nothing that he could've done to help Collin then, he had to trust his friend and leave it for him to deal with whatever was going on. Choosing to do what Collin had asked from him, Stiles hoped to get some more information about that place from the bartender and moved over to the sleek looking bar. He managed to find himself a seat and glanced around to find the bartender. It was an intimidatingly looking woman with long blonde hair and a crooked smile. When she stepped up to take his order, Stiles saw that her skin seemed to look slightly sparkly and from up close her smile looked not only crooked, but her teeth were also slightly sharp.

"What's your poison?" She questioned and looked right at Stiles' eyes, making him feel slightly uneasy.

"Beer is good." Stiles answered and she quickly nodded and turned around. He watched how she grabbed a bottle before opening it like it was the easiest thing ever and placed it in front of him. Stiles reached to pay for his drink, but she quickly held up her hand and looked somewhere above him. Completely confused, Stiles looked over his shoulder too and saw that the second floor balcony went all around the room and whoever the bartender was looking at seemed to be there. The only problem was that the second floor was completely dark.

"It's ok, your drinks are on the house." The bartender's voice forced Stiles to look back at her and nod, but once she was gone, he once again looked back to the dark balcony, trying to figure out who was there. It was nagging him because he felt like he was looking at someone, he just couldn't see them. While they had a perfectly clear view of him. And it made it unfair and he was once again questioning his decision about joining Collin at this place.

Sipping his beer, Stiles was so preoccupied by trying to make out who was there up in the balcony, that he hadn't noticed someone walking up to him. Only when they cleared their throat did Stiles quickly turned around and almost spilled his beer on himself. Meeting the amused face of the woman in front of him, Stiles suddenly felt really nervous. The woman in front of him stood shorter than him even in her high heels. Her long honey colored hair fell in slight waves and framed her face and her green eyes sparked with something that looked like mischief. Her toned skin was shoved off by her really short dress with a deep V-neck. Looking over her body and then back to her face, Stiles was greeted with a smirk and instantly knew that he was caught checking her out.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but she cut him off quickly. "You're new." She pointed out and pursed her lips in thought. Stiles watched her placing her elbow on the bar top before supporting her chin on her palm. Slowly she eyed Stiles and he looked away from her face. Only then he noticed that her many bracelets had moved down her hand and exposed her septagram tattoo. "So?" He voice made Stiles to look back to her face and he found her looking at him with her eyebrows raised.

"What?" He questioned with a frown and watched how she shook her head, laughing lightly.

"What's your name?" She asked and glanced at the dancing crowd for a moment before returning her green eyes to his brown ones.

"Stiles." He told her and she raised a questioning brow. "And yours?"

"Zoe." She shrugged before turning to face the bar and motioning for the bartender. The same blonde bartender instantly moved over to them and Zoe smiled brightly at her. "Sam, be a doll and make me another margarita." She requested, but Sam only raised her eyebrows and started lifting her head up to look up again, but Zoe was quicker. She snapped her fingers in front of Sam's face and the bartender rolled her eyes, returning her attention back to Zoe. "I'm done with my work, so another margarita please. And before you look up again, you should know that I really don't care about their opinion." Zoe sassed and without waiting for Sam's answer turned back to look at Stiles, who was watching everything with a confused expression. "What?" Zoe questioned him with a slight laugh and he shook his head before taking a big sip of his drink.

"Who's there?" Stiles questioned, pointing over to the second floor balcony and Zoe gave him a quick look before looking over to the dark balcony with boredom clear in her face.

"I wouldn't worry your head with that." She shrugged before picking up her drink that Sam had placed in front of her. "They are none of your concern." She added and then smiled again, taking a step closer and raising her drink in a toast and urged stiles to join her. "To our introduction." She smirked and Stiles nodded, a smile appearing on his face too and they each took a sip of their drink. Settling her glass back on the bar top, Zoe turned all of her attention to Stiles and drummed her nails on the bar top. "So who brings you to 'Venenum'?"

Looking away from Zoe for a second, Stiles glanced around the club, trying to see if his friend was somewhere there, but there still was no sign of him. Turning back to look at his companion, Stiles couldn't help himself, but to be attracted to her looks and the fact that it seemed that her whole attention was on him. She never once glanced at any guy passing through and smiling at her, no, Zoe was concentrated on him.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles also placed his drink on the bar and turned to face Zoe fully. "I came here with my friend, Collin. He had invitations tonight and here we are." Stiles admitted and Zoe raised one eyebrow.

"Don't tell me, Collin in this tall, dark skinned with brown eyes and a trust fund baby, right?" she asked and stiles nodded, making her laugh lightly. "I always knew that there was a purpose for him and here I am being proven right." She winked at Stiles.

"Wait, how do you know Collin?" He questioned, leaning slightly closer to Zoe, but she simply smirked and shrugged. "Oh, come on." He nudged her, making her laugh out loud.

"I don't want to say, but I will if you keep it as a secret." Zoe murmured, motioning for Stiles to lean closer and he did without a second thought. Getting closer to Zoe, he forced himself to look relaxed even if he was anything but that. Stiles waited patiently for Zoe to speak, but it took her a few moments before he heard her calm voice right by his ear. "Magic." With that she pulled away and picked up her drink once more, taking a big gulp of it.

Stiles took a long look of her, eyeing her whole before opening his mouth to say something. But that was exactly the moment when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder and turned to see Collin standing beside him with an emotionless expression on his face. Collin seemed to be making sure that everything was fine there before his eyes moved to Zoe and instantly widened. Following his friend's actions, Stiles also looked back to Zoe and found her smirking at Collin before finishing her drink and stepping away from the bar.

"Collin, it's great to see you!" she quickly hugged Collin, receiving a hug back from him before she pulled back and patted his shoulder. "I hope they didn't bother you too much, because you know, they aren't as scary as everyone thinks." She told him and Collin managed a shrug and a small smile. "Oh come on, pretty boy, you can do better." Zoe urged him and Collin smiled brighter at her, shaking his head lightly. "That's a good trust fund boy." She told him and then glanced over his shoulder to the man and woman who once again sat in their seats. Turning around to be side by side with Collin, Zoe looked back to Stiles and smiled brightly. "Collin, you have got to promise me to bring Stiles back here." She pointed out, winking at Stiles and making him smile lightly.

Stiles quickly glanced from Zoe, who seemed to be paying all of her attention to him, and looked at his friend who seemed slightly uncomfortable, but quickly shook it off to answer Zoe. "I'm not sure if Stiles is going to want to come back." From the tone in Collin's voice it was clear that he hoped that Stiles wasn't going to want to come back. Unfortunately when Stiles met Zoe's eyes again he had no other wish but to return to that club and meet her again.

"Of course I'd like to come back." Stiles found himself saying and watched a brilliant smile appearing on Zoe's face before she took a step towards him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Looking slightly down, Stiles kept their eye contact while Zoe seemed looking for something in his eyes.

Before speaking again, Zoe squeezed Stiles' shoulders lightly before leaning forward and placing a kiss on his cheek. "Well then, I can't wait to see you soon." She added in a quiet tone by Stiles' ear and after another few seconds leaned back. "The bouncer will give you your invitations for tomorrow. Make sure to be here." She added with a smirk before stepping back and turning away from both of them and making her way through the dancers.

Stiles followed her with his eyes the whole way until she reached the mysterious man and woman, who both stood up to greet her before the man pulled something out of his pocket and gave to her, shooting his eyes towards Collin and Stiles. Hearing his friend take in a deep breath, Stiles didn't fully understand what was going on, but there was no time to question it either. Collin had grabbed his upper arm and began pulling Stiles out of the club quickly. It was like he was trying to escape everything and stiles didn't resist him.

Once out the club, they were stopped by the same bouncer and he pushed two invitations into their hands. While Collin quickly stuffed his into his pocket, Stiles took the time to open his and inside found another black card with silver letters. He quickly pulled the card out and placed it into his pocket, deciding to check it later, before looking down to the invitation.

"Stiles, it's a bad idea. You shouldn't go back there. And you shouldn't try to find Zoe again." Collin's worried voice reached Stiles and only then did he notice that he was following his friend through the parking lot.

"Why?" Stiles questioned, stuffing his invitation in his pocket and looking at his friend. Collin was nervously glancing behind him, as if he was expecting someone to follow them and force them back into the club. "What happened there? Where did you do?" Stiles continued questioning and Collin shot him a quick nervous look before dragging Stiles after himself to the closest metro station.

"You don't understand, Stiles." Collin rushed out in a whisper. "You have no idea what is happening there."

"I know that it's somehow related to the supernatural." Stiles shot back and Collin sighed.

"Yes, it is connected to supernatural, but it's way more complicated." Collin mumbled before stopping and forcing Stiles to stop in front of him. "There was a card in your invitation, read it." He urged and stiles frowned at his friend before reaching to his pocket and pulling out the black card with silver letters.

On the top of the card was the name of the club and then there was something that made stiles brain to freeze for a moment before jumping into an overdrive. There were prices and instructions for something he wasn't sure to be possible. After quickly scanning through the list on the card, Stiles rose his eyes back to Collin and met his guilty eyes. "What does this mean?" He questioned and Collin opened his mouth to answer before closing it again and rubbing his hands on his face. "Collin?"

"God." Collin groaned and looked back to Stiles. "You need to know how things happen here." Collin mumbled before pulling Stiles with himself away from the crowds of people and making sure that nobody was listening to them before continuing. "In here, no supernatural is free. We are all money assets."

"I still don't get what are the prices on the card." Stiles mumbled and looked down to the card, reading it again.

A bite from a vampire – 5 million dollars plus yearly payments

A bite from the Alpha – 2 million dollars plus yearly payments

A spell from a witch – from 5 thousand to 1 million dollars

A potion – from 5 thousand to 20 thousand dollars

Kanima venom – from 500 thousand to 1 million dollars

Skin-walkers ….

Stiles was cut off from reading again by Collin's voice and he sounded defeated, as if he was admitting something that he ashamed. "I'm a trust fund kid, Stiles. I bought the bite."

"Was that who I think?" the man asked when Zoe finally reached them and stood up to greet her, soon followed by the woman.

Rolling her eyes to them, Zoe pushed her hair behind her shoulder and motioned for him to hurry up. "And who do you think that was?" she questioned with complete boredom while the woman eyed her greedily.

"Don't play games with me, Zoe." The man hissed, his eyes shining red for a moment before he reached into his pocket and retrieved the check, handing it out to her before looking back to his newest beta and his friend, watching them leave quickly.

Grabbing the check from his hands, Zoe quickly checked the amount of money before nodding to herself and straightening her posture. "I'm not playing, I just not in the mood for this. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go. There are other orders that I have with a lot of money promised to me as a payment. Inform the boss that I did my part, the Upir head is back to good health and my payment was received. Now, I'll see you tomorrow night and please, don't try to eat him." She added with a smile and the woman rolled her eyes.

"What do you see in that human guy who came with Collin?" She questioned and motioned for one of her own to bring her dinner.

"I'm not sure, but there has to be something for the boss to take interest in him, so the good looks can't be the only attraction to him." Zoe smirked and turned around to make her way from the two of them, passing one of the staff members leading a young blonde guy towards the woman. Quickly glancing over her shoulder Zoe saw the poor guy looking at the couple with admiration in his eyes before the woman offered him a smile, showing off her fangs.

Shaking her head to them, Zoe was positive that the boy wasn't going to see the light of the day again. He was chosen as dinner of the head of vampire nest, nobody survived that. And in the end, he wasn't her problem, a certain Stiles Stilinski was. But the question remained, why?

A/N: Ok, so this is a new story and this idea has been torturing me for so long that I couldn't wait any longer before posting. This is a bit different story as you can see. Stiles is a student in university, with nobody from the McCall pack and he is in completely different world. In the world where supernatural can be bought. And even if this story is rated T, it's going to be a bit violent (trying not to spoil anything).

Sooo, yeah, I really want to know what you've thought about this and whether I should continue or not. Reviews would be lovely.

And if I am going to continue this, expect to learn things at the same time as Stiles does, there won't be many times when I'm going to add places from Zoe's point of view or any other supernatural who knows everything that is going on. You'll learn everything slowly and I will not tell you who the good guys are and who are the villains.

Another thing, the face claims for Zoe and Collin.

Zoe – Mimi Elashiry

Collin - Kendrick Sampson

Also, English isn't my native language, so forgive me my mistakes.

I hope you liked this first chapter, you're interested to learn more and please review, tell me what you thought!