AN: Hello! First time writing this pairing, so let me know if any is out of charcter. I hope you all like it and will reveiw, so without further ado...

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Stiles looked up and stared into the full moon with a frown. He could hear the howls of the other's in the distance, but he didn't alreat them to the threat that stood drooling in front of him. The long light brown hair fell agianst in her back in beach waves; pale colored eyes that stare at him from afar made her skin look brighter. He followed the smooth cheeks down her neck and passed her chest to stare at the claws that looked razor sharp.

"Nice whatever you are." He calmly stated as he held his hands up in the 'I come in peace'. He watched hands twitch as fingers curled slightly before he looked back into dark colored eyes. Stiles felt the fall chill run down his spine as she took a step towards him. He took a step back with each step she took, but he couldn't move another step backwards. She was on him in seconds when his back had contacted the harsh bark of the tall tree. She leaned into him and sniffed at his neck.

"You wouldn't want to eat me. Nope, just bones." He says as he tried to hide his fear, but his heart jumps when a sharp break of wood sounded towards his side. Light brown jumped and danced to the side as pale skin flashed to the side as the head stared into the bold darkness. Another break and a crunch leaves had the female taking a step away from the teen.

Stiles breath came uneven as he tried to see what was coming. Pale blue was the only thing that he could see in the darkness. As the crunch of leaves slowly becoming louder, Stiles started to see pale flesh between the trees. A pair of fangs that glister in the full moon's light as claws tapped the other's chin. The pale blue gazed at him before dismissing him to stare at the female that had moved away.

"There you are." A soft english accent dirfted in the wind between the trees as not above a whispering tone. The sudden stiffness of the other pulled Stiles' gaze over to her. He blinked. A female slightly shorter than the other hand her hand around the taller female's throat and had her on her knees.

When had she? Stiles thought as he watched how the light brown bowed her head as much she could. Pale blue flickered over to him for a second before a stiff hiss left her lips as she dragged light brown up from the ground by her thraot.

"What have I told you? Did I not order you to stay in the house, yes?" The sound of her voice sounded like church bells, but with a sharper tune. Stiles heard the whimper that had left the other's throat before he saw the wince of pain from the female. "I told to not feed off the mortals, have I not?" The shorter one asked as she pressed her claws into the tender throat. Another whimper with a weak hiss of the word yes parted lips before she was dropped to the ground.

"Home." She ordered before turning around to face Stiles. As she took small steps towards him, the other taller female started to pick herself up from the ground before she had turned and started to walk.

Once pale blue stared in his own pair of golden brown, he became aware of the other who had lifted his chin to stare into hers' own pair of eyes. He watched her frown as if seeing something within him before she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead onto his and whispered a few foreign words that he didn't understand.

The last thing he saw was a pair of pale blue orbs that stared into his own pair of golden brown orbs.

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The next time Stiles woke up was not in his bed, but somewhere else completely. He slowly worked through the night before, but couldn't come up with anything exciting. One thing he did remember was pale blue.

Why? He thought as he slowly sat up from the large bed. He stared at the company that sat asleep next to him in a hard looking chair. With a pale throat exposed, Stiles watched the other swollow and gulped when his thoughts started to turn down a diffierent, unsettling process.

He let the blanket pool around his waist as he stretched out his soar back muscles. Stiles first noticed the different intake of breath before he met a pair of sleep filled eyes of Peter Hale.

AN: Well? Let me know what you all thought of it. Thanks!