He was making his way back to his car after a long lacrosse practice. Scott was staying back to talk to Issac again. 'He wasn't jealous, he wasn't jealous,' he told himself, 'he was okay with sharing Scott' he told himself over and over again. Of course his placations were stopped short when he found himself against his jeep instead of in it. He couldn't really see really well in the dim lighting, other than the fact it was a guy and he was being held up against the jeep by a very strong man. Well with his luck it was probably not just a man. The man was looking at him with a smirk on his face.
"You're going to do me a favor."
"And why would I do that?" he asked sarcastically, not particularly feeling like doing the man any favors.
"Because you're going to have no choice in the matter."
"The hell I won't!" The man shifted, only he wasn't a werewolf he was a vampire.
"You're going to kill Derek." no no he wouldn't he couldn't... he loved him. He hadn't even realized he had loved him until that moment. His thought would always stray to him whenever he wasn't actively keeping his thoughts away from him. Whether in classes or in lacrosse his thought were always on the alpha.
"You're not allowed to tell anyone that anything's wrong or that you intend, or plan, or are going to kill Derek. You aren't allowed to warn anyone, or decline the next time he asks to see you, or not answer his or anyone else phone calls or avoid them. Now tell me pretty boy." he ran a hand over his buzzed hair and Stiles winced. "What are you going to do the next time you see Derek?"
"I'm going to kill him." the words came out of his throat without his consent.
"Exactly." the man said with smile. He handed him a knife a very wicked knife and a sheath that he tied to his ankle.
"You're going to use this and you're going to keep it hidden and on you until the moment you're going to kill him and you will not show it to anyone else." Stiles took it and tied it to his ankle.
"Good boy." he said with a smirk ran his fingers creepily through his buzz cut again then left the parking lot. Stiles watched him go, until he couldn't see him anymore. He sat down in his jeep and willed the rest of the world to go away. He couldn't hurt Derek, not when he had just realized how he loved him, even if Derek didn't feel the same way about him. He stayed in the parking lot trying to figure out a way out of all this when his phone rang only minutes later. He looked at the caller ID Derek was calling. He willed himself not to answer it but his hands wouldn't obey his wishes.
"Hello." he said. Inwardly he chanted 'please don't tell me to go there. Please tell me to stay away.'
"Stiles there are vampires here and you're not safe wherever you are. You need to come down to the railway station." No...no...all he had to do was say no or just hang up the phone, but found he couldn't do either. Any warning or sounds of protest he wanted to make died in his throat and eventually all that came out.
"Okay, I'll be there in five." he hung up the phone. He looked at holster on his ankle. He couldn't take it off, he had tried several times, his hands wouldn't obey his commands. His body was starting the car and driving, he tried to stop it but his body still wouldn't obey him. The only thing he managed to do was drive a little bit slower than he normally might have.
Still he was eventually where he left his car to go in the railway station. He got out of the car, despite Stiles fighting like madman not to and every step towards the railway station was made that way. He walked in and there they all were. Erica, Issac and Boyd sitting together. Derek a few feet away from them and Scott a little further away. As if a little space would make sure Derek knew he wasn't apart of their pack. He tried to go by Scott but apparently he couldn't, he found himself going towards Derek.
"Good Stiles is here, now we can go out there." Someone said. Who it was Stiles wasn't really sure about, all he could see at the moment was Derek, who was now noticing that he was coming towards him instead of standing by Scott. He saw the others out of the corner of his eye going out of the room leaving him with Derek. Stiles waited a second before he bent down a bit and grabbed the hilt of the knife and continued towards Derek, His eyes looked around and saw that they were the only people in sight. He was only a few feet away, but Derek didn't look scared. Of course that was because he hadn't actually taken the knife out of the sheath yet, and he was human. A human non hunter was no threat right? He wished he wasn't a threat.
"Stiles what are doing?" Derek asked annoyed. He couldn't do it, he couldn't kill Derek, he loved him, he really loved him, but he couldn't stop his body. Or could he? He didn't want to do it, it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do. Well the second to last thing in the world he wanted to do. But there was one thing that the vampire hadn't said he couldn't do and he intended to do that very thing. He took the knife out of the sheath and saw Derek look swiftly change from confusion to anger. He took the knife he was carrying and instead stabbed himself forcefully in the chest. His body stumbled and then fell to the ground.
"Stiles! Stiles!" Derek shouted loudly and rushed forward.' No' he wanted to call, 'stay away' but Derek didn't, he came straight to him and cradled Stiles's body against his. It felt nice he thought for a split second, before his hand went to the wound in his chest apparently intent to still finish the job. Thankfully someone seemed to notice what it was doing and pinned his hands down.
"What's wrong with him?" his mind was a little fuzzier so it took him a moment to recognize Scott's voice. The only thing he could see was Derek's eyes which were staring right back into his. He seemed worried.
"I think he's been compelled." he heard Derek say distantly. Of course everything seemed more distant now with his blood coming out of his chest.
"What's that?" he heard someone probably Issac ask.
"It's a vampire thing, they can make people do whatever they like."
"So the vampire compelled Stiles to kill himself?" someone else asked but he was too tired to try to figure out who.
"Shut up I'm thinking." Derek's intense eyes bore into his. Stiles tried to convey his feeling in his stare. Derek nodded.
"There's only one thing to do." he said somewhat regretfully.
"What's that." Scott asked, Derek shifted. His red alpha eyes now looking into his.
"You know Stiles doesn't want to be a werewolf." Scott said and got in the way of the red eyes.
"It's either this or dead which do you think he wants?" he heard more distantly and his vision was starting to blur.
"Okay." he heard someone say. He felt another pain, this time on his arm and at that point it was beyond his body control to stay awake and he was allowed to fall asleep.