Hey. These are gonna be oneshots where Stiles is a vampire and does something stupid, so Lydia uses his vampirism against him. Please review and tell me your thoughts:)

'Hey Lyds, you home?' I ask as I close the door to our humble abode.

'Yeah, I'm in the kitchen'

I whip my head towards the angelic voice. Dumping my bag on the floor, I carry my feet towards the wash of red hair.

'God, you'll never guess what happened at work today. A man was brought in with multiple fractures. You know why? Because he tried to slide down his staircase in a cardboard box. I know right, what an idiot! So, what're you cooking for dinner?'

'Italian.' I freeze.

'Babe, talk to me. What'd I'd do?'

'I just love garlic bread, don't you?' I now feel nauseous, the smell burns my nose. Jesus, what did I do to deserve this!

'Honey, Sweetie, please step out of the kitchen so we can have a normal, civilized conversation and resolve any mishap, okay?' She turns towards me slowly, glaring at me like I'm some insect she intends to dissect, and right now, I swear to God, I haven't feared more for my life.

' I can't hear you, you're gonna have to come closer.' She smirks.

'Seriously. Is this some game to you? You're wearing a fricking cross!' I sigh, I'm too tired for this. 'Look, I'm sorry for whatever I did. Yes, I know I'm an idiot, but please can you just put the garlic away.'

She picks the remaining garlic up in her tiny hand. 'What, this?' she asks innocently.

'Yes, that.' I respond, unamused.

'Oh, sure.' I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, though my relief is short lived as suddenly I sense an object being pelted towards me. I duck just in time for the garlic to hurtle over my head and hit the wall behind me. My eyes flash red and black veins pop up across my skin.

'JESUS, LYDIA. WHAT THE HELL!'

She doesn't even flinch, just leans against the counter as her voice bellows through the garlic-infested kitchen. 'THAT, was for leaving a blood bag OPEN. I spent HOURS cleaning up the mess YOU made. Jesus, Stiles, it looked like you massacred the goddamn fridge!'

Crap.

'Ah crap. Look, Lyds, I'm so sorry. I promise you it won't happen again.'

This manages to bring a small smile out of her.

'Yeah, yeah. I know.'