Disclaimer: I in no way own Teen Wolf or any of the characters though I wish I did ;)

This is my first work so it might have some mistakes but I hope that doesn't put you off and you continue reading. This will definitely be a multi-chapter fan fiction and possibly a sequel. I hope everyone enjoys it!

Also I don't know what relationships will be taking place in this yet so if you have a suggestion than I might create a poll to see which ones will end up happening.

So.. refer to the end for that.

Thanks!

Stiles caught his breath while gripping to the lacrosse bench with any strength left in him as the thin teen hovering above him smirked, blood dripping from his teeth in almost a taunting way.

"So Stiles," the teen sneered and gripped Stiles' shoulder with sharp nails. "Did you really think you could be a human in a beast pack?" The teen questioned. His words had come out metallically, like he was forcing himself to even think about werewolves.

Before Stiles even had a chance to answer, the teen above him hissed, leaping froward, biting into Stiles' neck. The last thing Stiles could manage before blacking out was the outline of Kira's sword beheading the vampire that had bitten him, taking his humanity, the one thing that kept him grounded.

When Stiles finally came to he was laying on the table at Derek's apartment with the entire pack surrounding him including Deaton and unsurprisingly excluding Derek.

"Stiles?" Deaton pressed.

Stiles groaned and sat up with an unsettling feeling of hunger in the bottom of his stomach.

"What happened?" He squeaked out because he couldn't remember anything after the thin undead teen had kidnapped him to the school locker room. With an uneasy look around the room Stiles realized all of his friends had worried expressions plastered on their faces.

"You really don't remember?" Scott asked as a feeling of sorrow washed over him.

With a quick shake of his head Stiles knew something was wrong and the searing pain in his neck really wasn't helping.

"What do you remember?" Dr Deaton jumped in to avoid this conversation from becoming anything other than strictly medical because at this point they really couldn't afford Stiles getting an overwhelming feeling of hunger and sinking his vampiric teeth into anything human which for them meant Allison.

"I remember that gothic son of a bitch dragging me to the school and thats it."

The room became quiet once they all knew someone was going to have to break the news to him eventually.

"Well, before Kira sliced his damned head off he uh," Scott started, not having the heart to tell his best friend, the one who wanted to stay human at all costs that he was now a vampire. "Stiles he bit you. You're officially a member of supernatural club," Isaac joked, hoping it would lighten the mood at least slightly.

Stiles was at a loss for words. How was he supposed to tell his father this. He hardly had enough willpower to accept the werewolves and now he was going to have to accept vampires as well. He was going to have to accept his son is now a bloodsucking demon.

For Stiles nothing could possibly be worse and all he could think about is why he hadn't accepted Peter's bite before. This was going to be so much worse than being a werewolf.

"Stiles?" Lydia tried, breaking Stiles out of his thoughts.

He snapped his head towards her and then gripped his neck when the pain of the bite returned.

"Are you okay?" She tried again, seeing the distressed look of horror on his face. It really wasn't Stiles' fault but all he could smell was wet dog and honestly it was repulsive. Besides the fact he wanted to put a plug on his nose all he could hear was the steady thump-thump coming from each of their veins.

"You mean besides the fact I am a bloodsucking demon?" He challenged, sarcasm dripping from each word. He felt bad because Lydia was only trying to be nice but his ears felt clogged with the sound of their pulses and it was irritating and horribly intriguing.

Something must have happened because seconds later Scott & Isaac were baring their teeth at Stiles while Lydia, Allison and Deaton all backed up.

"Stiles you need to calm down," Scott coaxed and thats when Stiles realized he must have shifted or did whatever vampires called it. Fuck he was so uneducated on vampires.

Uneasily Stiles lifted his hand up and with the poke of his thumb he felt his undeniably sharp left canine tooth and thats when he lost it. Instead of going after his friends like the vampire in him desperately wanted he collapsed to the floor realizing this was all real and not just some sick joke he hoped his friends were playing on him.

"Stiles!" Scott called out to his best friend.

As much as the alpha wanted to go and comfort his best friend who was obviously in distress he didn't know how the whole werewolf-vampire thing worked and feared he could just make it worse so decided to stay back with Isaac.

Scott helplessly looked to his boss hoping Deaton would have all the answers. Thankfully he watched as the veterinarian rushed forward and picked Stiles up off the ground and guided him over to Derek's couch.

Deaton kneeled in front of the vampire with his hands resting on Stiles' shoulders. Honestly Scott had no idea how Deaton could stay so calm and could feel brave enough to even be near Stiles at this point in time. Not that his best friend was dangerous its just Stiles has only been a vampire for less than an hour and doesn't really have the control figured out yet. He figured it was a Druid thing.

"Stiles, I'm going to need you to calm down. It will only get worse if you're emotionally unstable," Deaton directed. Scott was a little curious as to what would get worse but thought nothing else of it and just hoped his best friend could gain some control.

Stiles did calm down after that. His sharp canines retracted and his eyes returned back to the honey brown everyone was familiar with and not the sharp alien red.

"Alright. Scott, we are going to have to get him to the clinic," Dr Deaton commanded and at this point no one was going to disregard what he had to say until a look of panic consumed his face.

"What is it?" Scott hissed, not having patience anymore.

"He needs a reprimere ring…" Deaton whispered and without his werewolf hearing Scott would have missed it. "What is a reprimere ring?" Scott stressed.

"Repression," Lydia then whispered.

"What?" Scott asked looking extremely confused.

"Repress. It's Latin. Reprimere means to repress but why would he need a repression ring?" Lydia mumbled, turning to Dr Deaton.

"Well unless you would like him to burst into flames he can't go out in the sun without it."

"Wait. That's a real thing?" Stiles finally interjected into the conversation that was about him. "Great. Just what I needed. Now I can't even go outside, this vampire thing just gets better and better doesn't it," he added sarcastically.

"Stiles it will be fine," Scott tried but in all honesty he really didn't know if it would be. "We'll get through this."

Before anything else was said Derek and Peter burst through the doors of the apartment and stopped almost immediately after they came in with looks of pure disgust across their faces. Everyone in the room watched as they looked towards one another and then back towards everyone else.

"Vampire," they chorused, hatred very apparent in the statement.

Derek shifted and Peter had to hold him back. "Why the hell does my apartment reek of those creatures?" he seethed still completely unaware of the vampire in the room he was insulting.

"Derek ca-" Peter started in attempt to calm his nephew down.

"No. I live here and do not want to waste another second of my time smelling their horribly potent odour of death where I reside," he explained, eyes flashing a very electric blue. Just as he was about to start another rant Scott stopped him.

"Derek, stop. It's Stiles, one of them turned him," he explained weakly feeling extremely despondent for his best friend. Immediately the beta snapped his head towards the annoying hyperactive teenager who was radiating death.

"Thanks Derek, for those lovely comments. I'd be happy to let you know you don't smell like roses either. Wet dog actually," Stiles smirked, feeling highly accomplished with his response to this situation because no, he wasn't just going to sit back as Derek insulted him.

Then Derek growled, like an actual full on growl at Stiles. "Woah, Derek," Peter commented whilst pulling his nephew back. "It wasn't exactly his fault. He didn't ask to be bitten," Peter reasoned and since when did Peter fucking Hale care about Stiles.

"You've got to be kidding. He's one of those.. those things and you're telling me to calm down. You know what they did to our family and werewolves in general," Derek fumed.

"I know Derek. Werewolves weren't exactly peachy in everything that happened either and besides what happened to our family Stiles had no part in so don't take it out on him," Peter said as Derek finally calmed down shifting back.

"So I'll take it the whole werewolf vampire thing is true as well," Stiles added which definitely didn't make the situation any better.

Derek growled and Stiles got the message.

After Derek's anger boiled down Deaton took charge again and brought the reprimere ring back up.

"I can make him one but I'll need a few supplies."

Scott almost instantaneously shot up and agreed to get everything and that's what happened. Scott took his bike to the clinic and got everything they needed while Deaton explained what the ring would do.

"It will ensure you don't burn in the sun, give you a false heartbeat and slightly mask your scent so it isn't as.. intense per se," he explained and Derek was definitely okay with the last thing.

The next 5 minutes was consumed with Deaton explaining what he needs and how he makes it until Scott ran through the doors just like Derek and Peter had before with a bag of supplies in hand. He ran them over to Deaton with a sloppy smile across his face.

Deaton quickly thanked Scott and then set to work.

Stiles sat in his seat as patiently as he could but all the heart beats surrounding him were so loud and he just was so hungry. Not that he would admit to it but he had smelt everyones blood in this room and the only one that even smelt somewhat desirable was Allison's. All the werewolves blood just smelt like poison. Lydia's certainly didn't smell delightful either. Stiles wasn't sure if it was because she was a banshee or not but he knew he would never be taking any blood from her.

The 7 minute ritual went painfully slow and definitely did not feel like 7 minutes. To Stiles it felt like he had to sit there for hours just listening to everyones pulse and damn it he just wants a vampire handbook.

For Scott he had Derek to show him the ropes, teach him control but Stiles has nobody. He doesn't know an vampires and why would he. If this werewolf vampire feud is real then of course he doesn't know any vampires. He's part of a pack.

"That should do it," Deaton announced as he scooped the silver ring out of the pot where many ingredients from the clinic had been mixed together. The pack watched carefully as Dr Deaton cleaned off the ring and promptly brought it over to Stiles.

"It should work," Deaton said as he handed it over to the new vampire.

"Should?" Stiles squeaked because what does that mean. It sounds like a death wish if he didn't know any better.

"Well the reprimere ritual is something only Druids & Witches can perform but it works better when a witch performs it so there is a chance it may not have worked. Here come with me," Deaton directed, bringing Stiles over to the side of Derek's apartment.

"Scott could you please rise the curtains," he directed. Stiles didn't even know Derek's windows had curtains so he completely hadn't even acknowledged the fact there was no sunlight in the room.

Stiles backed up farther for safety reasons as he didn't have the ring on yet. Deaton had taken it back for his experiment that was surely going to get Stiles turned to dust within his first hour of being a vampire. That much he was sure of.

Scott hesitantly pulled them up and the bright sun poured through the windows. It was like an immediate reaction, Stiles covered his eyes in pain because it was just so bright. Deaton stepped forward with the ring still in his hand.

"Now, Stiles. Don't step fully out into the light in case this doesn't work but I want to try something. When I say so I want you to stick only your arm out into the light," Deaton explained.

"This sounds like a plan to get me killed," Stiles countered still refusing to step out of the shadows where he was safe.

"I promise it will be alright. Please just try it."

Stiles sighed in exasperation because he knew there was no way he was getting out of this. If Deaton gave his word he wouldn't turn to a pile of dust then what was the harm in doing so. Carefully Stiles stepped forward, only enough so that he could stick his arm out in front of the window and not his entire body because no way would he be trying that.

He looked around the room to see all his pack watching him intently.

He took a quick breath, thought about it, realized vampires don't even breath and then stuck his arm out into the sunlight. Less than a second later he hissed as his arm started sizzling. No word of a lie, his skin started burning and it sizzled out.

"Yeah. We won't be trying that again, catch," Deaton announced as he threw the ring across the sunny room for Stiles to catch. Almost immediately he put the ring on and started rubbing his arm where the burn had already healed.

"Now try," Jackson piped in and since when was he even in the room. Stiles looked at him unsure but realized he had faith in Deaton so the should part about the ring working had consumed his confidence and all his belief that it would work was believing.

Just like before, he carefully slid his arm into the sunlight and this time he was perfectly fine. No burning sensation. No sizzling. No red skin. No pain. He was walking in the sun. Even though the action was so incredibly human it felt like a completely new experience doing it as a vampire. He was walking in the sun as a creature that was supposed to do nothing with the bright star.

An almost sadistic grin spread across Stiles' face as he cheered.

With a quick look to Dr Deaton he was so thankful. "Thank you!" Stiles yelled in appreciation and then ran forward and hugged Deaton, like an actual full on hug.

He regretted it less than a minute later though because while his face was in Deaton's neck he could smell his blood. It was a weird smell, it was not appetizing and that must have been because of his Druid blood but the smell was still so strong and he could hear it pulsing just beneath his touch. It was so close and so easy for Stiles to spill.

When he pulled back he must have 'vamped-out' for lack of a better turn because Deaton was backing up once again like before and thats when he smelt it. The metallic, liquid smell of blood. It was perfect and pure. Human.

It took everything in Stiles to back up and try to control himself but it just smelt so good. Allison.

Scott caught on pretty quickly because seconds later he was ushering Allison away from Stiles. "Allison, hurry. You need to leave. Its you. He smells your blood," Scott rushed, pushing her through the doors of Derek's apartment.

By this point Derek had shifted. Now Stiles and Derek had been working on their already somewhat rocky relationship and this was certainly not helping. Stiles being turned into the one thing Derek hates the most was depraved and discouraging. Almost like everything they had done to create a stable relationship was all for nothing.

"He needs to get to the clinic. Now," Deaton demanded, getting in front of Derek to prevent any unnecessary fights to break out.

"Peter you control your nephew. Isaac, help me get Stiles to my car."

No one wanted to argue will Alan but going near the uncontrolled vampire was a little nerve racking.

Deaton noticed Isaac's was unsure about this. "Look, I don't mean to be rude but he won't go after you. Vampires think werewolves smell awful, theres no need to worry. Now please help me."

Isaac nodded, rushing forwards to garb hold of Stiles for Deaton and together they hassled him out to the car and that is how Stiles found himself being pulled to the clinic by one of his pack members and Dr Deaton.

If you want me to create a poll I'll list a couple of the possible relationships here and if you have any others you'd like me to add then just comment the names and I'll add it :)

Sterek

Sciles

Stydia

Stiles and OC (depends who for now... Ryder possibly?)

Thats all I have for now. Leave suggestions, thanks!

Chloe xx