Authors Note: Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out my story, it's been a while since I've tried my hand at fanfiction so I'll appreciate any criticism or comments. It's my first time writing Teen Wolf, over the last year its been a bit of an obsession of mine. This takes place right after Season 5, but it's been a little while since I've actually watched it, so let me know if I over looked any important information or got something wrong.

I want to address this now, because I know I'll probably get a comment on it: this story has some pretty dark happenings, so characters may seem unlike themselves. But, this is how I honestly see them acting in these situations. I welcome criticism, and opinions of all sorts, but I doubt I'll dramatically change the way I've written them. Besides, I really don't think they seem out of character at all - but, you know, always people out there. Hahaha

Be Warned: This chapter may not be suitable for all readers, it contains a non-graphic non-consensual (rape) scene

This will be the only rape scene in this story, besides possible flash backs. I won't add warnings for cursing or the like, the rating covers that.

Now on to the story! Enjoy!

Chapter One - Monster

Stiles started awake, feeling blood running through his fingers, which laid across his stomach. However, when he looked down, the only liquid he saw was a couple beads of sweat. His entire chest was damp with it. He bent over to pick up his phone from the bedside table and the screen read 12:35am. He groaned, but knew after that vivid nightmare he wouldn't be going back to sleep that night. Donovan still haunted him, along with every other terrible thing this year had brought, and with Malia avoiding any intimate contact after the fiasco with her mother, and danger being gone from Beacon Hills for the time being, he rarely became exhausted enough to sleep without the nightmares.

With a sigh, he sat up, throwing his phone on the other side of his bed before he stood up and went to the bathroom. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror, the sight of the stitches still embedded in his chest never failed to make him cringe and feel faint. He quickly relieved himself and showered, then changed back in his room into a pair of briefs, faded blue jeans and a black tee.

He grabbed his keys and walked out of his room. He wouldn't go to Scott's, he didn't like the guilt in his friends' eyes when he talked about Donovan, so he hadn't mentioned the nightmares to him. Instead, he left his house, locking the door behind him, and took a walk down to a nearby park. It had a large lake that reflected the moon - laying down by the water and staring up at the night sky did wonders for clearing his mind.

He'd been laying down for all of ten minutes when he heard footsteps approaching. Stiles looked up and behind him, startled. A man was about ten feet away, giving Stiles a large smile that was more sadistic than anything else. Stiles began reaching for his waist when he'd remembered he left his gun in his desk at home.

"Well, hello there. What's a handsome pup like you doing out at this time?" The man asked in a honeyed tone, stopping where he was when Stiles noticed him.

Stiles tried to hide his shiver of fear, standing up slowly and not letting his eyes stray. He knew something supernatural when he saw it now, especially when that something had a couple of black pits for eyes. Stiles may be weak and clumsy, but he was fast. He'd take any chance he could to flee. "Are you lost?" Stiles asked, trying to keep his voice light, "The creep park is on the other side of town, just so you know." His eyes glanced quickly to the nearest house, a good 300 meters away on his left. He could make it, with luck.

The man laughed loudly, "I much prefer this one. Seeing you is a highlight of my night. I enjoy watching you, pup." His sadistic grin grew when Stiles tensed, "Oh, yes, I've seen you here every night this week, but I've grown tired of just watching. Is there something on your mind? You can tell me all your worries, I won't bite."

As soon as he'd finished speaking, Stiles ran. He heard the creep sigh behind him but he didn't stop, running at full speed. However, he'd barely doubled the space between the man and himself before he was suddenly pinned on the ground on his stomach, face uncomfortably pressed into the dirt.

"Ah, pup. That was a mistake. All that stunt did was make me want you infinitely more." The man was on top of him, large form straddling his back and leaning down so he could speak next to his ear.

"Get off me!" Stiles yelled, bucking up and down, trying to pull himself free, trying to reach back and hit the man but none of his attempts worked.

The man suddenly dug his face into the crook of Stiles' neck. Inhaling deeply, the creep said breathily, "Mm… It's been a while since a meal smelt so good. I know you aren't alpha, but you must be high on the chain." He inhaled again, ignoring Stiles' string of curses, "And young. Mmm… oh, so, young. You're intoxicating." With that, the man gave a long swipe of his tongue along the inside of his neck, making Stiles freeze.

"Wha… what the fuck are you doing?" Stiles yelled panicked, arching his neck away, not stopping his struggles to get free.

"Oh, for the love of-" The man grabbed a hold of Stiles' head, finding purchase in his hair and yanked his head to the side painfully, while at the same time clenching his thighs over Stiles' hips, forcing him still. "Stop your fucking struggles, pup. Let me enjoy this." He leaned back down and continued licking at Stiles' neck.

A wave of nausea hit Stiles, fear and disgust filling him to the core. He couldn't get free. He didn't know what this man was, he didn't know how to escape. Why the fuck didn't he grab his gun? He didn't even have his cell phone to try and call for help. Without a say, his body began to shiver from his fear. "Get the fuck off of me you damned lunatic!" He screamed, trying his hardest to break free, hoping someone would hear him.

He heard the man give a sigh, his breath tickling where his neck was wet. "Fuck, pup," He growled, "Fine, you want this over already?" He asked and tore away Stiles' shirt from his neck to shoulder, "I'll just take my meal then."

And before Stiles could process what he'd said, the man had his mouth on the junction of his neck and shoulder and had bitten down. Stiles' vision blurred and he began yelling out at the top of his lungs, feeling as if his entire soul was begin taken and pulled out of him from the wound.

However, it was over just a moment later, the man yanking free, tearing his skin to shreds in the process, and began coughing and spitting out Stiles' blood.

"What… the," He gasped, coughing uncontrollably, "Fuck..." He vomited, right next to Stiles' shoulder, but Stiles' couldn't bring himself to care, looking past the pain and trying to free himself while the man was distracted. But, even distracted, he was too strong, Stiles still couldn't move at all. "You're not a werewolf. How?! You fucking have the scent."

Stiles eyes widened, pain somehow clearing the panic from his mind and making him understand the earlier ramblings about alpha and why he'd been called pup. But he couldn't form words, not while he continued his useless attempts at getting free. He couldn't stop, even for a second, he wouldn't give in, no matter how useless it seemed to be.

"No answer? Fine. Just because I can't have you one way doesn't mean I can't have you at all." He spits to the side once more before leaning back to Stiles' ear, whispering in a dark seductive voice that just made further chills of disgust and fear overwhelm Stiles, "You are, after all, so very irresistible." Before Stiles could process what was happening, the man leaned back, letting go of his head and scooting further down Stiles' body. Stiles didn't even have time to try and struggle free from this new position because he was frozen in fear as soon as the man put his hands on the waistband of Stiles' jeans and briefs underneath, completely tearing them down the middle.

"Wh-" Stiles cut himself off just as he heard a zipper and realized what was about to happen, "W-Wait! WAIT, please, stop, please!" Stiles begged, reaching his arms out to try and crawl away, not able to kick his legs from the man's weight on them. But he didn't go anywhere, the stranger's hands were on his waist in a bruising grip, holding him down. It wasn't even a moment later that he heard a loud sigh and a hard object was pressing against his entrance. Stiles felt bile rise in his throat, and all he could do as he was torn in two was scream at the top of his lungs. The man had no remorse, holding Stiles down and completely having his way with him roughly through Stiles' screams and pleas and sobs.

It seemed like an eternity had passed before it was over. The man came inside of Stiles with a low groan and relieved sigh, still roughly thrusting into Stiles a few times.

"Now," The man said breathily, "Enjoy yourself. I'll be leaving town so we probably won't ever meet again." He pulled out, electing another piercing scream from Stiles. "I hope whatever wolves you're hanging around with will see what a monster you will become. I'm almost sad to miss it, but I'll find my fun elsewhere." He continued, standing up and Stiles heard the sound of him zipping his pants again. But Stiles couldn't move.

He wasn't held down anymore, but the sobs wracking his body wouldn't cease, he was paralyzed, not even able to comprehend what the man had said. When he heard footsteps walking away, his body reacted on its own, forcing him to lift his head from the ground a couple inches and vomit.

He couldn't remember getting home. All he knew was that he was suddenly in the shower, letting scolding hot water fall over him, scrubbing away the evidence with all his strength. He didn't get out until long after the water ran cold, and his body was red from irritation and the countless blood spots he'd formed with the rag. But when he turned off the water and dried himself off, he wanted to turn back around and get back in the shower. He still felt a trickle of blood running down his thigh. Instead his body convulsed and he collapsed at the toilet, bile quickly finding its way out of his mouth again.

After he finished, he flushed the evidence and dug the first aid kit out of the cabinet below the sink. He quickly bandaged his neck, the pain not even registering anymore. When he was finished, he made his way back to his room wrapped in only a towel. He threw on an overly large hoodie and pair of sweatpants and made his way into his bed, laying on top of the covers on his stomach. He hadn't cried since he'd gotten home, and he refused to let any more tears fall now.

He had to figure out what happened. He had to depersonalize the entire event and study everything the man said. He'd called him pup. He thought Stiles was a werewolf. For some reason, he couldn't stomach Stiles' blood.

Stiles kept referring to himself in the third person while he thought through the night, trying to believe that it was more of a movie than something that happened to him. And it worked, he could think clearly, for a while. He reached over the bed and grabbed his phone, which read 4:17am. He couldn't believe it had only been a few hours since he'd woken up. He unlocked his phone and opened his contacts, scrolling to the D section, looking for Deaton.

The only thing that made sense was that the creature was a vampire, but he couldn't jump to conclusions, not when it would affect him so much. He didn't want to face what the man had said without hard facts, and who else would have those facts besides the veterinarian?

However, when he found Deaton's name, his hands had a mind of its own and he ended up tapping on the name just below it, his phone automatically started calling the number.

He tensed when he heard the ringing and quickly ended the call before even putting the phone to his ear. What the hell had he been about to do? Call Derek and tell him what? He hadn't heard from the man since Mexico. Stiles shouldn't try to bring him back into Beacon Hills drama. But, now that he thought about it, he shouldn't call Deaton either… if what he suspected was true, Deaton wouldn't keep that information from Scott.

He nearly fell off the bed a couple moments later when the phone in his hand started vibrating. His eyes widened when he saw Derek's name come up.

Authors Note: Thank you all so much for reading! Please let me know what you think, I'll take any and all feedback! I'm not putting deadlines on myself for chapters, because college/work does get in the way (boo), but I'm hoping at least one chapter per week.

Take care! :)