'December 13th 2015. Somethings just were never meant for me to do. Somethings are just so out of my reach, that trying to grasp it is suicide. Its been two years to the dot since Scott has been bitten. Two years to the dot! That my life has been changed. I saw the things that hide from human eyes. I talk to the things that go bump in the night. I am the human who sits on the sidelines. In light and in the shadows. I've watched men die. I saw the fear in their eyes as claws from my 'allies' slashed away everything that person was. I am the protected when I should be the protector. I am useless, and I'm starting to think everyone else thinks that too now. That I am just the boy who runs with wolves, and nothing more.'
Stiles closed the book. It was small and black. The binding on the spine was also black but was a different, darker shade from the way you can obviously tell its there. On the front are small white letters written with a paint marker. "Stiles' Secret Script". His mom made it for him back when he was a kid ,and in love with alliteration, when she just started to show symptoms of the cancer. She said that once a month he should write down a short paragraph of how hes feeling. It seemed stupid and he rarely did it back then, until he find out, three days after her death, that she too had a small black book. It was written in once a week. With long letters to Stiles and small comments on how amazing and strong he is, but how much stronger he will have to be for dad after she left. He had spent a good day just sitting on his bed reading the book, trying his best to avoid getting tears all over it. Now he keeps the book right on his nightstand, and every 13th of every month, he takes his book and writes vague descriptions and poems about how his life is going. And this month, not so good.
The perpetual fact that Stiles is human is both relieving, because he really and truly does want to stay that way, but its also aggravating. He wants to help, its what hes good at. Its just that the supernatural are hard to go against and when the wolves you hang out with look at you like a a glass doll that could be shattered with one touch, and then proceed to bench you as they demolish what ever freakish monster decided to not be a fictional being and come to beacon hills, it kills him inside. But he really wanted to help! Hes been working with Deaton for a few months and has some basic runes down that /really/ could save the day and everyone he cares about. But Derek or Scott and even Isaac now, keeps pushing him back telling him to run when the going gets tough. Hes sick of it.
Stiles forces the thought out of his mind for now, because a certain goofy werewolf is currently trudging loudly up his staircase. He puts his book back in the drawer.
Scott comes in through the door with a 'Hey man' and a slight waddle as he makes his way to Stiles' bed. In which he then proceeds to spin around and fall on to his back on it. He's starring at the ceiling with the goofiest smile plastered on his face.
"Whats up?" Stiles asks.
"Allison convinced her dad to let me go on that annual camping trip."
"Oh right, that trip is coming up. I'm surprised he actually said yes after last years fiasco." Last year was indeed a fiasco. Mr Argent had taken the suggestion very badly and threatened Scott with death, if he ever "Tried this bullshit again!" The type of death that not even Derek could heal from. But things have gotten a lot better lately. There hasn't been much supernatural happenings, and Scott and Derek actually went on a hunt with Chris and Allison one time. It was apparently 'secret' but all Stiles had to do was mention Allison's name to Scott and he was in a trance of dumb love and just so happened to not notice Stiles going through his messages. It turned out to be a Yeti up near the Canadian border that had ventured too far south and ate some kids on winter break. But the point was that Scott and Chris had actually been bonding as of late. So even though the news is surprising its not really a shock.
"Yeah! Chris said I could come under two conditions."
"Which were?"
"I have to sleep in a different tent than Allison, and I have to catch dinner."
"Seems like a pretty good trade."
"Yeah it is! Its tomorrow, well I guess today, we leave at four A.M." That means no Scott in school for the next week. Greeeaaat. Its moments like this that Stiles wished he had made more friends in school. But no, he didn't, and now he's a senior with two friends, him and Lydia, and occasionally interacted with the local were teens.
"Where is it this year?"
"That's the best part! Its in Costa Rica!" The thing with this annual camping trip was that its never ordinary, they never just go to some national park and hunker down near a stream. No, the Argents take it one step up. Their 'camping' is more like survival 101. They plop themselves down in some random ass exotic part of the world and survive for a week. Last year Allison said it was on a small island in the pacific. Its population, zero.
"Dude! Here you need to take this!" Stiles says as he digs into one of drawers, and grabs a small red camera. "Please bro, Do you know how many species live in that part of the world?! You have to take a shit load of pictures! Plants, animals, please dude like seriously everything!"
"Okay man sheesh calm down, your nerd is showing." Scott says with a smile and grabs the camera.
"You're the best wolfy friend a guy could have."
"Yeah I know"
There was a patch of awkward silence after that. Stiles hates awkward silent patches with every fiber of his being.
"So..whachya...you know...doing /here/?"
"Oh, um I just came over to tell you." Scott says as he stands up off the bed.
"Well thanks for the heads up, man."
"Yeah no problem. I'm probably just going to go home and sleep now."
"Oh, yeah okay"
Scott tugs open the window and throws one foot out. "So yeah, I guess I'll see you in a week."
"Right, I'll see ya."
"Bye." Scott throws himself out the window.
"Have fun." Stile mutters to himself. "With out me" He lets out a sigh and throws himself face first onto his bed. That was so awkward. Its been like that for a while now. Short conversations with extremely awkward endings. He doesn't know when it started happening exactly, but he noticed that Scott was hanging out with Allison and the pack more and more lately. And with Stiles less and less. Now its like pretending when they talk. Pretending they're still best friends. They're not anymore, and that sucks. It sucks a lot.
He turns his head to the side so he doesn't like die of suffocation, and starring back at him is that tiny, red camera.
"Fuck." He says to himself. He really doesn't want to talk to Scott again if its going to end like that again, but dammit he really wants those pictures. So he hefts himself off of his bed, grabs the camera off the desk, and his bright red hoodie from PacSun off of his chair. When hes down stairs, his jacket is on and hes slipping into his converses. He loos at his keys but decides hes going to walk. Scotts house is only two miles away and he could really use the walk. Not for exercise because that's what lacrosse was for, but just to think.
Its close to Christmas now and all the lights are hung up, lighting the snow covered ground. They got about three inches of snow yesterday. He had is hood up and his hands tucked deep into his coat pockets. He watched his breath turn white as it exited his mouth, he acted like he was smoking, like the little kid he is. He really tries to think about what he's going to say to Scott when he gets there, he really truly does try. But there's a small house that's been abandoned since about September, and it looks like its front yard has also been abandoned and he cant help himself from just ruining that perfect blanket of white, that's practically screaming his name.
He made snowballs and threw them at trees knocking down more snow. He picked up huge clumps of snow and used his tongue to scoop some into his mouth. He kicked the snow off the ground and into the air, so it looked like it was snowing again. He was in the middle of making his third snow angel, when a big dark shadow blocked out the Christmas lights from across the street. Oh no. Its late, like the type of late that it can practically be considered early, no one should really be out, but hey he was out. So maybe someone was out trying to give their drifting best fried a camera for when they go to a perfect place for a zoology lover, with out them. Totally possible. That idea was immediately shot down when icy blue eyes started to glow in front of him.
"Shit." he squeaked. He grabbed a hand full of snow and threw it at the eyes as a tiny distraction so he could make a run for it. But it became very very very painfully obvious that his little snow trick didn't work because he found himself being slammed face down into the snow. A harsh hissing sound in his ear only served to make him scream and thrash as loud and as hard as he could, but who ever was holding him down was seriously strong. Even when Derek did this once when he lost control with the witches, he was still able to at least make Derek wobble. But this guy, the guy with the coldest eyes Stiles has ever seen, had him pinned down so hard, he didn't even think he could his move is toes.
In his struggle the now verified man was starting to speak. Fuck him Stiles thought. He wasn't going to listen to this guy no matter what. So he did what any magical being who couldn't use their hands would do. Call their alpha.
"DEREK!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "SCOTT! ISAAC! BOYD! ERICA! PETER!" he screamed all their names as loud as he could. If he really was pack, like they had been telling him, then they should show up! Right?
"No ones coming for you." The man said, lips grazing Stiles' earlobe
"Go fuck your self!"
" Now, is that any way to treat your new sire?"
Sire? Sire? Stiles has read that some where, but where? He clenched his eyes together and tried to remember.
"Come now, you really don't know what I am?" Stiles didn't comment back. He knew this thus far, the man hand extremely cold hands, even colder breath, and his eyes looked like fire made of ice. How did he even know what that looked like? But he still couldn't remember what creature it was. He memorized the whole bestiary, but the tough part was searching that information for a name. He couldn't remember, the adrenaline making it harder than usual to focus. He just gritted his teeth and tried hard to remember where the fuck hes heard sire before!
"Here let me give you a little hint." The man said into his neck, icy breath making his skin get covered in goosebumps. And two long slender, sharp, smooth objects scraped at his jugular. Shit shit shit he remembered.
"Vampire" Stiles whispered. The man made a low pitched noise before Stiles felt the unrelenting pain of two razor sharp fangs ripping through flesh and muscle in his neck. The pain was so immense that black spots had started sprouting in his vision, but he couldn't pass out, not with a vampire currently turning him into a meal. He thrashed his legs trying to hit that sensitive parts, but once again nothing, his legs wouldn't even budge under the mans weight.
And then the man started sucking. Stiles could feel the tug on his skin, the blood rushing through his new openings, and the mans tongue lapping it all up like he was a fucking cat and Stiles was his bowl of milk. Stiles was beginning to feel dizzy and out of breath, when the man suddenly stopped and Stiles could hear exactly what made him do so. Loud footsteps rushing towards them. The snow crunching under their feet.
"Pack" Stiles managed to get out.
The man huffed out a short laugh and then he was gone. In that moment he felt safe. Until of course the man running towards him addressed him as 'kid'. It wasn't Derek, it wasn't Scott, it wasn't the pack it was a stranger.
"Dammit" he was so tired, the whole ordeal left him exhausted and he could feel himself slipping into sleep. He couldn't help it, he couldn't stay awake. He thinks he heard "Everything will be alright" But he was, at that point, passing out so he wouldn't bet money on it.
All he knew was, he was attacked by a vampire, and now hes in the hands of a stranger. And Scott still doesn't have this god damn camera.
*
Stiles head was throbbing as he woke up. He grunted in pain as he tried to reach his face so he could palm his eyeballs. Then tiredly blinked around to get a very vague idea of where he was. He couldn't tell much, a bunch of neutral colors with a yellowish light filling his still constricting pupils. A soft voice appeared out of no where, as the end of the bed sunk a little, forcing him to change his position.
"Shh. Its okay, your safe here."
"Wha.. safe? Where. Where am I?"
"your safe."
"Bull shit! Where the fuck am I?" Stiles yells as he tries to get up. But a large flat palm rests itself on his chest and gently pushes him back down. The touch is so soothing for some reason, so nice. And he really doesn't have the energy to fight it. So he allows himself to be pushed back down into? Yeah this was definitely a bed, I nice one for that matter.
"I'm sorry...for what happened." the man said in a gentle tone.
Stiles huffed out a sigh, he knew what had happened. The fact that he was attacked by a vampire, and was still here to talk about it could only mean one thing. The thought though made his stomach flip.
"So its true then? I'm like him?"
the man was silent. Stiles could see him perfectly now, as if they were outside during the day time. He had dark brown eyes that starred at him. Intense but comforting at the same time. His jawline was sharp and hard, covered in black stubble. His nose was slightly pointed upwards. It reminded him of his own nose but thinner. His hair was longish and pitch black. The sides and presumably the back appeared to be shaven down to a short buzz cut style. While the top was longer and slicked down towards one side. From what he could see while laying down, the man was muscular but not buff, not like Derek. He was wearing a black thermal and a small silver cross hanged from his neck.
"Fuck" Stiles said to himself. "Look I cant be one of them. I cant be a vampire! I. I have a pack! And a dad! And I still haven't even finished high school!"
"Please, stay calm. We can talk but please, I'd rather not get the neighbors involved."
"What?! I'm here having a crisis about my sudden change in species and you're worried about the god damn neighbors!"
"Stiles, please calm down." Stiles sat up at that comment.
"How. The. Fuck. Do you know my name? No. no don't even answer that! How about you tell me who you are and where the hell you took me. And you better tell me the truth or so help me god-" the man cuts him off.
"Please! I will tell you everything you need to know, just, just be silent!"
Stiles closed his eyes and took in one, deep, long breath through his nose and exhaled through his nose. "Talk." He says in a harsh yet hushed voice.
"Thank you. My name is Cylus. I was sent with a mission to hunt down and kill a vampire named Leon Ortega."
"The vampire who attacked me."
"Yes."
"Why is he wanted dead?"
"For the precise reason, of what he did to you three days ago."
"THREE DAYS!" Stiles yelled. He drew back his anger as hard as he could. Closed his eyes again and took an even deeper breath and exhaled with a growl. "Breathe Stilinski." He says to himself a few times. Until he reaches the point where he can reel in his rage, if just for a while. "Continue."
"Leon was the head adviser of a brotherhood or creed in Maryland. A few months ago, it was reported to our leader that Leon was raising an army with plans to take over the brotherhood. Our lord personally wiped out the whole army before they could do any damage to the outside world or the brotherhood. But Leon escaped and fled the state. Its been my job ever since to destroy him. And its that search that led me to you three nights ago." Cylus explains.
"So wait are you..?"
"Yes, Stiles. I am a vampire. Leon has been fleeing my creed and creating a path of destruction in his wake."
"What does he do?"
"He goes into a small town, much like this one, where he scouts out an unsuspecting victim, in which he bites them and leaves them to fend for themselves."
"I don't see how that's-"
"Newly turned vampires are almost always out of control. Much like your werewolves, it takes time to learn how to control your new abilities. But since he leaves them and doesn't train them, they go on a rampage. Killing everything in their paths. Towns have been destroyed, families killed and thousands of lives ruined. Leon leaves only death where ever he goes."
"Oh god does that mean that I?
"Lucky for you, no."
"No? And how is anything in this situation lucky?"
"Like I said before, we come from Maryland. I've chased him to the other side of the country. We have brother hoods everywhere east, north, and south of here on guard for him in case he turns around. They've been instructed to kill him on the spot. Hes cornered, with no where else to go. He will fight."
"Ok, so now my hometown is becoming a battle ground for vampires. I still don't see how this is, in any way, beneficial to me."
"It means that I can actually stay behind and help train you."
"Oh. Well I guess that's a plus."
"You're taking all of this really well." Cylus says raising an eye brow.
"Im probably just in shock. Or I've just been so mentally stimulated these past years, that nothing really effects me anymore. I'm going to go with, and hope for the first one."
"Regardless. You're taking it all a lot better than I thought."
There was another awkward silence. God did he hate these things. A few seconds passed by with Cylus starring at him avidly, and him twitching uncomfortably. Ok enough.
"Why you?" he asks to break the silence.
"Me?"
"Yeah, why you. Why are you the one going after Leon? Why not the lord himself?"
"A lord leaving his thrown for a deserter is suicide for the brotherhood."
"Okay. But there must be more to it. I read that brotherhoods in the East are humongous. So why you? Do you have some kind of relation to Leon?"
"He's my. Leon is my brother. Not a brotherhood brother. But an actual birth brother." Cylus says looking down. Sad yet emotionless at the same time.
"Thats- I'm sorry. That's horrible." The more he thought about it the angrier he got. Who just pits two brothers against each other. He could smell the anger washing off of his skin, and hey that's new. Anger. Oddly enough it smelled like burnt cinnamon. Cylus must have smelled it to because his face was overcome with concern as he gripped stiles forearm.
"Whats wrong?!" Cylus says hurriedly.
"Its just. What kind of sick twisted monster puts two brothers in a situation like this." Cylus released his grip on Stiles' arm.
"A merciful one."
"What?"
"My lord showed mercy. He could have sent our strongest fighter, Our quickest, our smartest, to finish the job. But he sent me. Its a blessing in our world to have a lord show mercy like this. Leon and I are the only ones left. He was sixteen and I was ten, when our village was destroyed and our parents and the rest of our family were killed. We spent weeks surviving the world on our own. We walked from where our village was, up in Maine, down south to what is currently harford county Maryland. Where we met a man named Dante. He showed us the brotherhood and he was the one who changed us. We've lived together for hundreds of years. It only seems fit, that I get to be the last face my brother sees."
"Wow."
"Enough about this. We will talk about the subject more when the time comes. In the mean time. You, Stiles Stilinski, are my main priority. Leon wont fight yet. He needs an army. It gives us enough time to train you and wait for reinforcements."
"Alright. So here's what I got from that. Leon, your pretty crazy brother., is set to destroy your creed, and doesn't care about the humans left in the crossfire. Which suggesting that you guys are in Maryland and here we are in California leaves, oh I don't know, the whole American population. But now that hes here, it means that he bit me to be apart of his army...against you. And now my home is ground zero for a vampire war, that I have been very unwillingly thrusted into. So you are here to train me and stop Leon, because your lord was nice, and you are apparently a caring bloodsucker..." There was probably a lot more sarcasm than he intended, but he still made his point.
"Yes." Cylus winced at his words, but at least he was honest.
"And If I refuse?"
"I will let you go, right here, right now. But hear me when I say that everyone you know and love will wish you stayed and trained, right before you kill them."
"Thats um, pretty convincing."
"Its your reality unless you stay with me for now."
Stiles took that time to look at his hands. He imagined the very hands being used to rip out every ones throats. Dirt under his nails and his palms and fingers covered in blood. He couldn't stand the thought of actually hurting someone. Its the main reason he never took the bite from Peter or Derek. But now he kind of wished he did. Then maybe he could have defended himself against Leon. Or better yet, Leon wouldn't have even attacked him.
"Fine. I'll do it. I'll let you train me."
"Good." Cylus says with a slight smirk.
"But on one condition."
"And what might that be."
"I want my pack to be involved in my training."
"I don't know if that's a good idea." Cylus explains.
"Its the only way I will help you."
Cylus gets off the bed at that comment. He starts pacing in circles, rubbing his palms in his scalp and face. "Fine!" He says suddenly "Your pack can help. But not right away and only your alpha is allowed to be directly involved. But you need to learn how to control your blood lust, and your new...needs, first. Then we let your alpha assist us."
"My alpha?! No I want the whole pack!"
"You don't get it, do you Stiles. You. Are. A. Vampire. You're not some human who cant hurt them anymore. Stiles only your alpha has the strength to defend himself from you if need be. The betas, if caught in your crossfire, especially now, will die. There is not doubt about that. And you wanna know the sick part about it? You will want to do it. It may be hard to see how right now. But as soon as you come in ten feet of them, you will hear their blood, feel their heart beat like its a hammer to your head, striking you with every pump demanding attention. You'll want to chase them, to feed on them, its primal instinct something-something that you wont be able to control. And you will succeed. You will pin them down and drain them. You wont be able to stop, you wont want to stop. And you will kill them with a bloody smile on your face. Do you really want that?"
"Jesus. I didnt-"
"No. you didn't know which is precisely why, I need to train you, and its why for the time being you may only have face to face contact with your alpha. BUT that is only when I give you the okay."
He could actually kill the betas. Him? Stiles? He may joke about it from time to time but they were empty threats and everyone knew it. He couldn't harm a fly, even if he tried. And now here he is being told that if he so much as goes near anyone they will die by his hands. And he wont be able to help it. He'll want to kill them, he'll enjoy killing them. That's definitely not going to happen. If it means keeping everyone safe, then Cylus will be the only one he talks to for however long it takes.
"Fine." he says in a shaky voice. "Okay, I understand. When do we um, start?"
"As soon as you feed."
"I really hope you mean like pizza."
"No. Blood."
Stiles sighs and rubs his hand all over his head, but recoils when he accidentally scratches himself. He curses at the pain and brings his hand down to examine it. Its pale, really pale with almost a slight ice blue tint to it. His nails are elongated and sharp looking. They're not as big as werewolf claws but they definitely could get the job done if used correctly. His index finger has a little bit of blood on it, but nothing terrible.
"You're anxious." Cylus declares.
"I guess a little bit."
"As soon as you learn to control your emotions, little things like that wont happen."
"Ok. Good. Um so can we go down stairs? I'm actually really hungry, but its the same feeling I always get so I assume it just means I want food."
"Yea, probably. The time in between being human and a matured vampire, you are kind of weened off of food."
"You mean I wont be able to eat food later?" he asks with a truly sad face.
"You could, but I cant guarantee you'll like it."
"You saying food will kill me!"
"What? No. It just may not taste good to you."
"Oh. Okay."
"So yeah. I'll be downstairs. I assume you want a shower?"
Stiles goes to sniff his armpit and is taken back by the stench. "Yeah definitely. I'll be down when I'm done."
"Just um. When your done just throw on some of my clothes. They might be a little big but its better than the ones you're wearing."
"Thanks" Stiles gets up and follows Cylus who shows him to the bathroom. He hands him a towel and steps out of the way so he could enter. The bathroom is beige with three modern lights hung above the mirror to the left. The sink is white and square, and is cluttered with womens hair care products. And then it hit him. Cylus was chasing Leon. His house was in Maryland. So who the hells house was this? He looked to the right and was met by a black and white shower curtain with square patterns on it. Who ever it was really liked modern things. He walks to the mirror and puts the towel down on the brim of the sink. He uses the toilet which is directly to the right of the sink, and then stares at his reflection in the mirror. Hes really pale now with that icy tint to it, his hair color even looks a whole shade darker because of it. But besides that, there really isn't any major physical changes. He looks into his own eyes like hes reading his own soul. Its mesmerizing, until his eyes turn bright blue, like the way Derek's used to look, and Jackson's before he had to move to Miami. He closes his eyes and when he opens them, they're amber brown again. He doesn't open his mouth so he doesn't have to see the fangs. Its too soon for that right now.
He's finished with his shower now, feeling clean and refreshed a little. And he found out one cool thing about being a vampire. He doesn't get cold when he steps out of the shower anymore. He dries his new yet same body. Its physically the same, but it feels stronger and better. He walks out into the hallway where hes met with one of the best smells hes ever smelled. He rushes to the bedroom he woke up in and looked around for some clothes. They were in a large black duffel bag by the bed. Tight black briefs, with some black tight fitting jeans and a white V-neck. It was the only non black or gray shirt Cylus had.
He makes it downstairs in lightning speed and he feels like a little kid as he skips three or four steps, because hes become a lot less clumsy since the change. As he walks into the kitchen following the smell he sees Cylus sitting at the island with a glass of what looks like red wine and hes reading a book. Probably one Stiles has never even heard of. Its probably boring though.
"So whats cooking?" he says as he looks around the kitchen looking for a recently used pan or possibly some microwavable trays.
"Probably this." he says as he raises his glass of wine.
"No its definitely not wine. Its better than that. So seriously tell me where it is, I'm starving."
"Stiles" Cylus said and held Stiles' gaze. "This is not wine, it is blood."
"So you didn't make food?"
"We don't eat remember."
"You said we may not enjoy it-"
"And I don't enjoy it."
"Oh."
"Would you like some?"
"Blood? No thanks."
"Look you need this to survive now, so you might as well start getting used to the idea early."
Stiles makes a face of disgust, but slowly reaches out for the glass. Cylus gives it to him and he brings it to his mouth. He cant deny it smells good. Not of copper like he remembers but like every one of his favorite foods in one glass. He puts the rim on his lips and slowly tilts the glass. It hits his tongue so gently and yet he feels like he just took a hit of acid. He can feel his eyes dilate and almost feel the heat from them glowing, and can feel his skin start to vibrate with energy. Lights are brighter, colors are more vivid, sounds are clearer. Its all amazing! And it tastes great too! He grips the glass with two fully clawed hands and chugs as fast as he can. Getting it all over the sides of his mouth. He throws the glass back at Cylus.
"More!" he demands as he rubs the extra blood onto his hands and starts lapping at it. Cylus laughs and gets up to get more.
"NOW!"
"Hold your horses kid."
And then he hears them. Four extremely loud thumpings in his ears. He cocks his head to the side to get a better angle. Four heart beats out front. Four delicious hearts pumping liters and liters of blood. Cylus must hear them too because he drops the glass on the ground and literally flashes in front of Stiles gripping his triceps.
"Stiles don't! Listen to me don't do it!"
"MINE!" he growls into Cylus' face, bearing his fangs at the man. He moves his arms up and shoves Cylus on the chest with both hands, sending him flying into the fridge where he leaves a huge dent. Stiles has already turned on his heels and is sprinting at full speed to the door. He doesn't even care for doorknobs as he bursts through the wood with a growl. Its night time but he can see perfectly.
"Stiles?" he hears a girl call out. "Stiles oh my god!" he turns his head to the right to stare at the familiar blonde werewolf. She must see the difference in him because she starts taking steps backwards. "Stiles are you-" She doesn't get to finish the sentence because hes already on top of her. He starts slashing at her chest and revels in her screams of pain. He hears footsteps coming from his lrft. He looks just in time to see a yellow eyed Boyd punch him square in the face. All it does is whip Stiles' face to the side, but he's still on top of Erica. He launches himself off of her and sinks his teeth into Boyd's neck. More footsteps from his right. He can analyze them this time. They're light, not Derek's, Isaac's then. He drinks some of Boyd's blood as he listens to the footsteps get closer and closer. Three, two. One. He detaches from Boyd who merely falls to the ground as he jumps back into the air, dodging a barreling Isaac. He lands on his feet soft and swift. Swiveling as he he charges after the curly haired wolf. He only manages to slash 5 lines down the boy's back before a fully alpha'd Derek has his waste in his jaws and throws him to the side. He's bleeding a little but he doesn't care, he can smell the blood in the air and he wants it! So he gets back up and gets in a fighting stance.
Hes in a crouching position as Derek circles him. He roars at the wolf. Its a little higher pitched than the werewolves but its still menacing. Derek answers by roaring back and charging him. Stiles clamps his arms around Derek's neck. But Derek's teeth manage to sink into his hip. He lets out a roar of pain as he tightens his grip around Derek's neck. The veins on his body become visible as he strains to get Derek off. He lifts as hard as he can. Then like that, Derek isn't clamped around his hip anymore, and is hanging upside down from his neck in Stile's arms.
He slams down as hard as he can. Derek's skull shattering concrete as he hits the road. He lets go and watches Derek fall to the side, shifting back into human form. He looks up at Stiles from the ground. He's bleeding from his ears, nose and forehead. The look on his face is a mix of fear, concern, hatred, and confusion all in one. Stiles stalks over to him and stops just in front of the man. He brings his right hand up and slashes it down hard, aiming to kill this time. But suddenly a hand has him by the throat. It slams him hard into the ground, breaking even more concrete than Derek's head did. He looks up and stares into bright icy blue eyes, practically identical to Leon's. Its Cylus though and man is he pissed. And for the first time during this fight Stiles is actually genuinely scared. Cylus roars into Stiles' face and then sinks his teeth into his neck. The last thing he hears is Derek roar.
*