Sabora: So, I haven't written in what feels like forever. But, Teen Wolf has somehow turned into an obsession and I can't help but want to write a Sterek Fanfiction.

I totally blame this on the red hoodie that Stiles wears and the fact he is smoking hot. And I kinda wanna do dirty things with his mouth. Forgive me if there are any mistakes. This idea has been floating in my head like a dead fish belly up in water for weeks so I'm going to drabble it out. I will try and update, but not sure where this story will be heading.

Summary: Everyone knows the forest is off limits in the small quaint town of Beacon Hill. The woods surrounding the large town home to Supernatural forces and prowling beasts that lurked around on the full moon. However, Stiles wasn't like the other sniveling humans, to afraid of a little danger and a little darkness. The woods was a second home to him a place to hide his kills and to take off the innocent mask of little red and bask in the glory of the darkness hidden inside his wide doe eyes. And if he happens to find a murderous wolf prowling around… Well, what better way to get rid of the evidence that his darkness left behind. And if the Alpha seemed to stick around after that…Well, Stiles always had a soft spot for tall males with a penchant for murder. Like seriously dark and fucked up Stiles/Derek.

Chapter One: Hey there Little Red Riding Hood

From the beginning of the town's creation, pioneers instinctively knew the woods where a dangerous place. Like a child afraid from falling a great length from a tree, there was a fear that swam through a person's blood when they took a step at the forests edge.

The adrenaline flooding through their systems making them scramble back on shaking legs knowing that someone…something lurked in the woods waiting for their first taste of human flesh. As the town grew and technology became norm the fear of the woods diminished until the year of 1978. A group of high school seniors like most teenagers who are cruel, decided to haze two of the new Lacrosse player.

The kids' names where Isaac Lahey and Trent Globlin. In retrospect, tying up two males and putting bags over their heads and dropping them off in the middle of the woods seemed like a good idea to the testosterone pumped males.

Until the next morning when they found Trent's body torn to pieces at the edge of the forest. His throat ripped out and his heart eaten from his chest. Despite a fruitless search, Isaac's body was never found. However, everyone remembered the eerie howls that lifted into the darkened night and rose to the full moon.

The fear of the woods returned and till this day people stayed clear of the killing grounds. 'People who are normal at least,' thought Stiles closing The History of the Hale Woods. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with an aggravated sigh. The history essay for Mr. Harris's class was due in three weeks yet he couldn't care less.

The itch beneath his pale skin was growing and he clenched his hands tightly around his backpack pulling it on his shoulder as he got up from the library table. He needed a fix soon. A splash of crimson to coat his long fingers and bright eyes fading to milky white as they withered away before his own.

He made his way to the front of the school pulling his jeep keys out of the pocket of his faded blue jeans.

"Stiles!"

Said boy turned around just in time to receive a slap on the back from his best friend, Scott. "Hey, umm…I was wondering are we still on for World of Warcraft tonight?" Stiles studied his best friend who stood squirming in front of him uncomfortably. From the blush on his cheeks and the way he refused to look into Stiles eyes…he didn't even have to take two guesses.

"Allison, seriously man."

Scott rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Her father asked me to dinner with her family. I know I promised not to blow you off this weekend, but…"

Stiles shook his head irritated and snapped out, "fine go, have fun with Mr. Argent breathing down your neck. If you catch him slipping laxatives in your drink don't give me a call dude cause I will so put it on facebook." But the grin on his face has ruined his lame attempt at a threat.

Scott's demeanor brightened and he gripped Stiles in a quick hug before running off to catch up to Allison who was walking home. Stiles shook his head; his smile turning into a sour grimace. He really needed a fix…tonight.

When you think about it, it's ridiculously easy to find the opportunity to kill a person. All you needed was the right smile, body, and of course time. And with Stiles' dad being the sheriff of Beacon Hills, well Stiles had all the time in the world with daddy's night shifts to slip out of his upstairs bedroom window and sneak into the local club cheesily named "Psycho."

Time was taken care of; with his precious father thinking his ADHD baby was safe at home asleep; A perfect alibi. With plump lips covered with a hint of lip gloss and a tight shirt with a red hoodie and shorts too obscene to be called anything but underwear… Well, it wouldn't be long before a little lamb came walking up to the sheep in wolves clothing. He smirked and took a sip from his umbrella'd drink.

He wasn't even five minutes sipping on his drink, when a young male who looked to be in his mid twenties with curly blond hair and green eyes ran his eyes up and down Stiles body. More muscular than the guys Stiles usually had…fun with, but the look in the guy's eyes had Stiles licking his lips and winking at the man. Needing no further encouragement, the guy made his way through the throng of people grinding in the club.

He crowded Stiles against the bar giving a charming smile as he toyed with the zipper on Stiles red hoodie. "My names Sam, what's yours?" He asked, "Or do you prefer to be called Little Red?" Stiles smirked putting his drink on the counter and pulling the other male forward by his belt buckle. "How about we just skip the names and get with the moaning."

The muscular man let out a groan near Stiles ear and Stiles could feel the hardening length through the jeans. He played this game far too much and played his chess piece into the next place; he confidently slid his plush lips against Sam's sliding his tongue into the other man's mouth. Strong hands gripped at his hips before sliding around to his ass pulling their arousals together.

It was easy from there; too easy to get Sam into his jeep and to drive off to a secluded spot. Sam was too busy being the average male only worried with their cock and getting off than to notice the spark in Stiles eyes as Sam took his shirt and slipped Stiles red hoodie off his shoulders in the backseat of his jeep.

'Sam, was attractive; it's almost a pity, any other night…' Stiles thought as he slid his nails down the ridged six pack and helped unbuckle the man's jeans gripping him with an expert touch. Sam let out an appreciative moan pulling Stiles shirt off and mouthing at his neck, "So fuckin hot, shit." Stiles threw his head back and allowed the other man to worship his neck.

He dug his short nails into Sam's back as the other male slid a hairy arm into the back of Stiles shorts to grip the plump flesh there. "Hold on, big boy. Lemme grab a condom." Stiles whispered into a tan ear. Sam groaned in complaint but leaned back as Stiles fumbled for the glove box pulling out a small foiled package. Sam was on Stiles back instantly pulling his shorts down his legs and placing kissed down Stiles spine.

Stiles leaned up placing an arm around Sam's neck and turning his head to give a passionate french kiss. Now, the real fun could begin. Sam's eyes widened and he pushed Stiles forward letting out a loud curse.

"What the FUCK!"

His eyes widened as he slid a hand to his neck, but the damage had been done with a tiny pinprick. Stiles smirked shorts around his ankles and a small needle clutched in one hand. Handsome Sammy went down like a ton of bricks. I guess the saying was true…the bigger you are the harder you fall.

This just wasn't Sam Deaton's week. He followed his girlfriend to Beacon Hills planning on proposing just for it to blow into a screaming match the night before they were suppose to leave. He headed to the local club in a huff of anger to clear his head, and that's when he noticed little red hidden in the corner. The guy was just so freaking hot. And, it wouldn't be like Hailey would find out…

He opened his eyes with a groan. Sticks and leaves dug into his unprotected back and he only had a second to wonder why until it all came rushing back. "Son of a bitch!" He hissed looking up to see Red standing in front of his form wearing nothing but the small shorts and red hoodie.

Stiles smirked, "Don't worry; it'll take about an hour before the poison allows you to move, but feel free to scream. We're so far in the woods no one is going to hear you, anyhow."

"Wait, why are you doing this!?" Sam asked frantically hoping to stall. Stiles laughed holding up the axe that he held loosely in his right hand, "Because," he swung the axe cutting off Sam's left arm leaving the man screaming, "It's fun."

It only took three minutes before handsome Sam bled out and for his dark green eyes to turn white. Stiles licked the blood from his fingertips with a chuckle. He'd have to do this again. It was much more satisfying to hear them scream and plead for their lives. He should've used the woods sooner.

The feeling of being watched had him frowning. He narrowed his eyes and turned around ready to take care of the problem, but when something so abnormal is staring at you it left you a little disoriented. He held the axe tighter and ran his eyes over the huge hulking form. It looked like a wolf, but Stiles just knew it wasn't. The thing was huge bigger than even the size of dear Sammie who laid on the ground and normal wolves didn't have glowing red eyes.

It had somewhat humanoid features and the teeth that where glinting in the moonlight looked like they could rip Stiles to shreds in an instant. The thing was growling deep within its throat as it took in the scene before it. The smell of blood, arousal, death and other pheromones saturating the night air. The beast took in a deep sniff licking its muzzle.

Stiles smirked and raised the axe. The beast's growl increased and it tensed its muscles prepared to rip Stiles apart.

Stiles swung the axe with a confident stroke.

Sam's head was cleanly severed and Stiles kicked it with his foot in the direction of the werewolf. The beast looked at the item with calculating eyes before staring Stiles down once again.

Stiles swung the axe up letting it rest on his shoulder and gave a charming grin with closed eyes, "Well, come on. Don't be such a sour wolf. I'd hate for such a good meal to go to waste."

The wolf grabbed the head in its massive jaws and tilted its head in what seemed like a nod to Stiles before it disappeared through the dark forest as if it never was there.

Stiles grinned like a mad man as he looked up at the full moon still holding the axe against his shoulders. He let out a laugh with Sam's rapidly cooling body in the forest night next to him. His began the trek back to his jeep feet digging into the cool earth.

He slid into the driver's side and put the key in the ignition and began his drive home all the while a smile on his lips. His games were about to get a LOT more interesting.

Tbc….

Sabora: Wow. I realized I am a real frigid bitch, man. I apologize for not much Derek in this chapter…

Poor Sam. Oh, well. Please tell me what you think and leave comments and suggestions.