Chapter 2
*Stiles*
Everything went black. The last thing he remebered was putting flowers at his mother's grave. Now all he could see was a bright light.
"Am I dead?" He thought to himself. Stiles tried to open his eyelids to try and get a glimps at what was surrounding him. but they felt like lead. His arm felt tingly and his heart thudded slowly. Then all of the sudden, silence. No sound resignated from anywhere. The only thing Stiles could hear, was his own thoughts.
"Awaken" Said a voice, low and musical. His eyes slowly opened, sligtly burning at the sudden brightness of the sun. When he opened his eyes, he saw a face over his. A man in his late 20's, dark black hair, deep red eyes, pale soft skin.
"Look at me." The voice said, coming from the mouth that was inches away from his face. Stiles look at him full in the eyes and was slightly terrified by the mans intense stare.
"Wh...who are you?" Stile stammered as he tried to lift up on his elbows, but fell back from the lack of energy
"My name is Marius." he replied, reaching a hand out to Stiles to help him up.
"Where am I? What happened to me? Why am I here?" Stiles asked frantically, freaking out a bit.
"You are in an old, abandoned mortuary in Beldon." which was a little over 4 hours away from Beacon Hills.
"Well, why did you bring me here? My father is the Sheriff, and if I dont show up at home tonight, hes gonna come looking for me! Let me go!" Stiles stood up, but Marius grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to a wall.
"What are you, some kind of Alpha trying to get to Derek? Because it wont work!" Stiles said, trying to muster up his courage and face the man now pinning him to the wall with supernatural strength.
Marius just stared at him, a small smile forming on his unbelievably attractive face. Thats when Stiles saw them, the pointed canines showing underneath his thin lips. These were not like Dereks, he didnt grow them, his face didnt change, he didnt suddenly become enraged. They were his teeth. They were always there.
"Please...what do you want? I'll give you anything..." Stiles said, becoming more and more afraid as he stared deep into Marius' dark red eyes.
"I already have what I want. You."
Stiles kicked Marius right in the stomach, sending him into the wall opposite him. How did he do that? Stiles thought. He wasnt that strong! The man had to be twice as strong as him!
"Newborn strength...gotta love it." Marius said with a chuckle, getting up off the floor.
"Newborn? What do you mean newborn?" Stiles asked, a confused expression spread across his face.
Marius pointed at a mirror beside an operating table, "Look for yourself Stiles."
As Stiles approched the mirror, what he saw both terrified him and amazed him. He had glowing red eyes.
*Derek*
Derek slowly got up from the ground. It was Dark out, and the cresent moon was shining high in the sky. Derek had passed out for about 3 hours, and he hoped all he did was sleep. He still couldnt completly control his Alpha rage, and wasnt sure what Stiles' death would bring him to do.
He slowly opened the door to his Camero and got in. The smell of Stiles made his heart sink and tears stream from his face. He would never again be able to smell the sweet smell of Stiles in person ever again, never would be able to hold him tight, kiss him softly, protect him from danger. Derek punched the steering wheel, tears streaming down his face. He put the key in and started to drive away. He just drove, not really going anywhere, just driving to clear his mind and compose himself.
How would he tell Scott? Allison? Sheriff Stilinski? All these questions running through his head. What happened? Where is he? Could I have stopped it?
As he drove up to the Hale house, he saw the whole pack was there.
"Crap," Derek said, "Its pack meeting night...Im gonna hear all about this one from Peter..."
He got out of his car and slammed the door. When he entered the house, everyone was eating and drinking, talking and laughing. Scott was making out with Allison, Issac and Danny were cuddled up on the couch, Jackson, Lydia, and Boyd were playing cards at the table. All that was missing was his hyperactive, talkitive, funny boyfriend to run to him and jump on him. He had to try hard to hold back the tears that wanted to burst from his eyes.
"Guys, listen up. I have some...bad news." Derek said, as everyone hushed and looked at him. "Today I went to look for Stiles at the graveyard. When I got there...he wasnt there. All I could see of his being there was yellow daisys and a puddle of blood. As I was following the scent...it st..stopped..Stiles...is...is dead..."
As he finished, the room was dead silent. Everyone just stared at the Alpha who had tears overflowing. Allison ran over to comfort him. She grabbed his and and rubbed it softly.
"Are..are you sure?" Allison asked, a tear falling down her cheek.
"Thats the only explination I have. Never has a scent just stopped like that.." Derek said, trailing off and wiping the tears from his eyes.
Peter entered the room "I have heard of one other explination. Of course, like everything else in these theories, its just a myth, stories passed down from generation to generation of pale, blood sucking beast who are said to be immortal. The spainiards call it Lamia..but it is more commonly known as...Vampire."
*Stiles*
"Vampire? Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of sick, messed up joke?" Stiles asked, looking deep into the mirror to see if he could see the outline of contacts.
"No Stiles, this is no joke. You are a vampire now. I have been looking for someone who had a distinct quality that would make for a great leader. Someone Charismatic, witty, and charming. Some one attractive and smart. Ive been watching you for awhile Stiles. At school, at lacross practice, with that pack of pups you run around with. Ive seen you looked over time after time by that Alpha you so 'love'. Well not anymore Stiles...no, now you have a power not even werewolves have. See with vampiers, we fit in with the world. We dont look any different, we dont have to change our faces to be who we are, and yet we still have incredible strength, speed, agility. And that myth about the sun...not true. We dont burn or sparkle like some people believe. As vampires, we have a way to control the mortal. And the one of the greatest thing: We are immortal! We live for eternity."
Stiles just stood there with his jaw dropped and an amazed look on his face. The only thing he could think to ask was "So...how old are you?"
Marius laughed. "I am 137 years old. I have lived through 2 world wars, the great depression, seggregation, and 2 terrorist attacks. I was turned when I was 27 by a women named Helena. She was the love of my life...I was raiding one of the concentration camps in Germany, when I got shot. She luckily was my nurse, she bit me and turned me to keep me from dying. Of course when the US found out that Vampires exsited, they flipped and killed her by driving a wooden stake into her. I swore that day, I would avenge her..."
"Ooook then buddy. Obviously Im having some sort of weird Dracula dream or something, because there is no way this is real. Of course a year ago I didnt think Werewolves were real...or werewolf hunters...or kanimas...Holy shit, there arent any vampire hunters are there?!" Stiles asked with wide eyes, "I HATE hunters!"
"Well...unfortunatly yes. There are vampire hunters. The closest live some where here in California. A family by the name of Argent.
*I hope you guys are enjoying this story. I know its not a very original creation with the whole werewolf/vampire thing! But if you like it, or dont like it, please comment the things you do like or what i can work on! And sorry for all the typos and such! Im just getting started with this whole fanfiction thing, so dont be too harsh! Thank you guys!*
