Okay so a better explanation of this story is in order: A Vampire friend of Derek's shows up to help him, because she owes him one. She sticks around a little while because she finds what's happening with Derek and his new "friends" interesting.

There will be character death. Rape/post rape angst. Threesomes. Slash. Teenager Angst. Bad language. Also Werewolf-Stiles because I'm totally praying for that to happen even though I know its not gona happen.

Also like I said, I started this before the Season Finale so things will differ from the show. I also changed a few scenes I did see. Like the preview of 12, some of the scenes are there just slightly off.

Chapter 2

Peter Hale stood up and wiped the blood off his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Okay, let's go," said the Alpha as he looked down at a distraught teen.

"I'm not just leaving her here," said Stiles sternly. Peter smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry," he said. "She'll be just fine. I'm sure that poor desperate child will find her soon."

Stiles stayed where he was: at Lydia's side and looking up at Peter fucking Hale. Said fucking Hale's smile slipped from his face and his eyes went red.

"Or I could just kill her here. Now. In front of you."

Stiles stood up fast. The fucking Alpha's smile was back.

"You really are a smart kid," said Peter. "I like that." Peter grabbed Stiles' shoulder and began walking, pulling the teen along with him.

"Wonderful," sighed Stiles. "A creepy Alpha werewolf likes my intelligence."

`~*_*~'

Jackson was looking everywhere for the idiot known as Stiles Stilinski. The stupid nerd had run off after Jackson had confessed to him about telling the hunters about McCall and now Jackson had no idea what was going on. He came onto the lacrosse field just in time to see Stilinski get dragged off the field by some guy. He was just about to follow them when he saw her lying in the middle of the field. As he got closer he saw the blood, he ran then. He ran to her as fast as he could and skidded to her side on his knees. He called her name again and again, praying to hear her annoying voice just one more time. Just one more time. Not knowing what to do but know he had to do something; Jackson picked Lydia up and headed back for the dance.

When he got to the parking lot he was hysterical. Jackson called for help, screamed for it. He begged anyone and everyone to help. He even prayed to God to help him. All he could do now was scream.

`~*_*~'

Stiles typed away at his computer, looking for Scott's phone and fucking Derek Hale along with Scott's stupid stupid fucking cell phone. Peter watched on silently. He was surprisingly amused by this teenager. The boy kept making ridicules facial expressions and grumbling angrily under his breath. It all made Peter want to go back in time and bite this boy instead.

"There," exclaimed Stiles as he stood up and pointed at his computer screen. "That's where the cell phone and your creepy nephew are, an empty lot in the middle of the woods." The werewolf bent over and examined the map.

"Ah! I see, that's where they kept him," said Peter as he stood up. "Interesting." Stiles' face contorted in confusion.

"Interesting?" he asked. "How is an empty lot interesting?" Peter didn't answer Stiles, he just gave him that fucking smile again.

"Gimi your keys," the Alpha demanded. Stiles sighed.

"Careful, she grinds in second." Stiles replied as he handed over his keys. But instead of taking off with Stiles' baby, Peter bent the keys and handed them back. The Alpha then turn toward the door to leave.

"So you're not gona kill me?" asked Stiles, gesturing with his keys. Peter stepped towards Stiles and the teen was instantly terrified. "Oh. God."

"Don't you understand yet?" replied Peter. "I'm not the bad guy here."

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs and you're not the bad guy here?"

"I like you Stiles. Since you've helped me, I'm gona give you something in return. Do you want the bite?"

Stiles was shocked, he couldn't believe what he just heard. "What?"

"Do you want the Bite?" Stiles jaw fell open. "If it doesn't kill you, and it could; you'll become like us."

"Like you."

"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture?" Peter took another step closer to Stiles. "That first night in the woods I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could have easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Maybe more." Peter reached over and pulled up Stiles' arm by his wrist. "Yes or no?" He asks, moving his face closer to Stiles' arm.

Stiles was struck mute. He looked back and forth between Peter and his arm, trying to decide what to say. Peter's teeth elongated fast and then they were in Stiles' wrist, biting down hard. Pain shot up Stiles' arm, from his wrist to his shoulder. He gasps and yanks his arm away from the werewolf's grasp, the teeth tearing more flesh along the way. Stiles moaned and cradled his wrist to his chest.

"Good choice." Smirked Peter.

"I didn't say anything!" gasps Stiles.

"Really?" asks Peter. Then the fucking smile was back and he walked out the door. As soon as he was gone, Stiles sank to the floor and hang his head.

"What have I done?" slips out of his lips almost too quite too hear.