The Reaping of Stiles

Night 1

I could feel the warmth of my blood trickle down the side of my mouth. It was a nervous habit, embedding my fangs into my lower lip. It hurts just enough to keep my humanity in check, and the emotional check was a plus. Especially at this moment.

"Caroline, you need to choose someone." A British drawl came into earshot. I was perched on the top of a building overlooking an innocent enough club called 'the Jungle'.

"Remind me again why I have to do this?" I asked him, these were cruel games we continued to play.

Klaus chuckled and leaned into my ear, I could almost feel the warmth of his breath against my chilled skin. "Because I said so, and I will keep bothering you until you do." He wanted me to change someone. It had been 5 years since I was sired, and I had yet to sire anyone myself. I personally didn't want to change that. But the Original had other ideas.

It was half past midnight, and people were still flooding into the lime green doors beneath us. "I don't want to ruin a life." I whispered honestly.

"Don't you agree, Caroline, that it would be making their life better?" He loved being a vampire, almost more than he loved being a wolf. I had already accepted my task, so there was no need to speak any further. But it stung, like a viper's bite to a mortal.

My eyes scanned for anyone who might pop out, so to speak. There were lots of girls in small, tight dresses with bouncy curls and bright red lipstick. The men were mostly dressed in nice Jeans with solid colored tops with the signature fuck-boy hear cut that was all the rage these days. It took a while before I could pin point anyone.

"That one" I pointed to a boy about 17 with dark green skinny jeans and a white and black hooded flannel. His hair was a striking chocolate brown and it stuck up in odd natural angles.

"Then go get him." Klaus smirked.

Inside the club was about as she would have guessed. Multi colored laser lights beamed out this way in that in neon colors. People were dancing, drunk grinding on each other. Heard of older teens were crowded around the bar. The jock types were drinking around a half-played game of pool. The worst part about this in my opinion was the overwhelming fog machine. If I had lungs that worked I would have gagged.

I peered around, trying to find the boy. He was standing under an immense amount of fog. To his left stood a tan boy with a slightly crooked jaw, to his right was another boy slightly shorter than the two of them with sandy brown hair. The trio seemed enthralled in a conversation just before a girl with thick brown wavy hair approached the small one to drag him to the dance floor. I took this as my chance to lure him to me.

"Hey there flannel." Not the best pet name I could have thought of. "You want to join me for a dance?" I purred, dragging my index finger up the sleeve of his shirt.

"Umm…" He stuttered; great I picked the socially awkward kid. Thankfully his friend nudged him in my direction. I took his wrist in my hand and lead him to the middle.

The music had turned hypnotic to some popular song that was too generic to name. I pulled him close so that our pelvic bones were barely touching and my hands found their way to his slim hips.

"I Stiles!" He blurted out, clearly at loss of what to do with his limbs.

"Caroline," I cooed, bringing a hand up to his cheek as I started to grind into him. He reciprocated cautiously.

"I haven't seen you around?" He asked, trying to continue talking.

"I from out of town, here on holiday."

"Odd place to spend Christmas." He commented, still only slightly 'dancing'.

"Well I have friends who live here," Not true. Klaus just decided that this was where this was going to happen. I could almost feel the original's eyes following my every move. I desperately looked around to see if any of Stiles' friends could see us. I could see the little one with the girl, but they were not looking at us. In fact, they were only looking at each other, with their tongue stuck down each other's throats. The other one, the darker one was deep in conversation with an attractive bartender way off to the side.

"Hey," I said, stopping my menstruations and looking him in the eyes. "Do you want to get out of here?" I wanted to lead him away from this place.

"I… my friend Scott, he gets drunk easily, and I'm his DD…" it came out like more of a question, but I knew that he wasn't comfortable. Just a little nudge may help.

"Stiles." I looked at him intensely, all of focus snapped to me. "I'm going to take you outside, you will not scream or try to get away." His eyes remained lucid, their whiskey color dulling as I spoke. "Got that?"

He only nodded. Perfect.

Weaving through the crowd was easy with the thinning amount of bodies. I tried to be slow to not draw any unwanted attention. Klaus stood in the back of the club, eyes following our every move. I lead him to a narrow brick ally right outside the club. I wanted to do this quick and relatively as clean as I could. Again, this was my first time.

"Caroline, where are we going?" Stiles' voice was small, like a wounded dog.

"No need to worry, just relax." I carefully pressed his back up against the cool brick. "This won't hurt if you relax." I pulled down the collar of his shirt, exposing his pale neck. For a second I wondered if he would get any paler once the transition completed itself. I touched a mole at the nap before tentatively dragging a line with my thumb.

"What are you doing?" His voice was panicked.

"Ssh!" I compelled before I popped out my fangs and dug them into his neck. The warm liquid flooded down my throat. Every person I had ever fed from tasted a little different, and it took everything in me to pull myself away from the almost fruity taste of his blood. It was intoxicating, I hadn't tasted something so good in so long. But I had to stay on task, otherwise it might just be my head… or my heart.

Taking my own arm, I bit into my flesh. "Drink." I ordered, watching him hesitantly taking my wrist up to his mouth and licking like a little kitten. It felt good, so incredibly good. So good that after I felt he had had enough I grabbed the back of his neck an made out lips meet. I could taste my blood on his lips and a ting of sadness struck in my heart. He may be completely different when he wakes up, and I just hope to god that this innocence he has stays.

"Stiles!" Came a shout at the end of the ally. I didn't have time to do anything else but bring my hands to either side of his head and quickly twist so that his neck snapped, most certainly killing him.

I left him there, in the brick ally, for his friends to find. I planned on tracking him down later to aid in his transition. But not until I could get him alone again.