When in college

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Chapter 2

"Are you sure?" That was Scott.

"Of course I'm sure, Scott. I've only met a few vampires, but it's.. a distinct smell. It's not a scent you forget that easily" Derek looked like he was ready to kill something. Or decapitate something, in which Stiles guessed would be the most accurate way to go in this case.

"Vampires are real?" Isaac said for the fourth time and Stiles found Derek's eyes across the room, trying to calm him down by sheer will.

Stiles looked at the curly blond. "Apparently so." He glanced at the people around him. "But what do I do? Am I just going to pretend that I don't know that my professor most likely sips on people in his spare-time?"

Derek growled low in his throat. "You will not do anything. You can't be in his class."

"And what should I do? I can't just drop out either, Derek. He's my professor! In a class that holds more that 70% of my grade this year"

Scott got up and started pacing. "Are we sure he's hurting people? Maybe he drinks from.. I don't know.. blood bags?"

Stiles looked at him. "We can't just ask him that, Scott. Imagine how that conversation would work out. 'Hey, professor Harrington. Killed any humans lately? Or raided the hospital?" He ran a hand through his hair again. "So what is your preferred dinner, professor? A? AB? B negative perhaps?"

"Stiles" Derek crossed his arms over his chest, looking a little red around the edges.

"What? I'm freaking out, alright? I knew something was off with this guy. But vampire? Come on. This isn't Twilight"

"At least he doesn't twinkle" Erica mumbled from her spot on Scott's bed.

"Boyd, track his movements tonight and take Scott with you and Erica, go talk to people about him. Find out if there's something out of the ordinary. Rumors, opinions- something" Derek turned to Allison. "Do you know if Chris has anything on vampires?"

"Hey, we might have something in the Bestiary" Scott protested but fell silent after an elbow to his side from Stiles.

"I'll see what I can find" Stiles said. "Chris might have some more information that we don't have on vampires posing as professors, Scott"

Allison nodded to Derek before leaving, presumably to call her dad. Boyd gave Erica a kiss before leaving with Scott. Isaac looked over at Derek, who sighed. "With the full-moon less than two days away, we need to find out if he's a threat or not."

"To us?" Isaac asked, chewing on a Twizzler.

"To us, to the students. People around here. Vampires often have a nest or something." Derek said, squeezing Isaac's shoulder in reassurance.

Not that what he said was very reassuring, Stiles thought. "A whole nest of blood-suckers. Awesome"

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Hours later, Stiles was a step closer to understand how vampires worked. And it didn't bode well. Vampires often shared a nest, or home, with several other vampires. Not unlike werewolves, actually. But more blood-thirsty.

He turned to Derek, who had just gotten back from mapping the place and trying to catch the scent with Scott and Boyd. Without finding much other than the professors office and last used route on campus.

"The thing with vampires is that they don't often manage to live a somewhat normal life, having a job, staying in one place for a long time and so on. You know, living a normal life without being noticed. And I can't find any deaths that blinks vampire for at least five years back. But he has to eat, right? So I thought maybe he steals from the hospitals around here but when I hacked into their systems; nothing out of the ordinary. Nada. Nilch. No missing blood, no weird break-ins, nothing."

"But how does he feed then?" Derek asked, more to himself than to Stiles.

Stiles rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. "I don't know, man" He turned back to his computer and frowned. "What if-" He typed quickly, scrolling side after side while Derek hovered over his shoulder. "You know, at a college, they have to have some sort of.. Look here" He pointed to the screen.

A photo of a blood bank popped up and Derek frowned. "So? That's on the other side of town."

"So, he says" Stiles pointed at the screen. "Read, Derek. There's trucks driving around, you know. Go where the people is and so on. People can donate blood on campus. This mobile blood bank allows them to drive on campus, let people go to donate blood. Maybe he's going there as well, take some blood before it's accounted for or some shit. I don't know. It could be" He looked at the Alpha. "Right?"

Derek nodded, reading through the article. "It's worth a check" He put a hand on Stiles' neck. "Good thinking"

"Of course it is. Awesome, thy name is Stilinski"

Derek snorted before clapping a hand at Stiles' head.

"Hey, don't hit the master mind"

"It wasn't a punch at all, Stiles."

Rubbing the back of his head, Stiles grinned and sent the information to the rest of the pack.

"I'm having another class with him tomorrow"

Derek's eyebrows did this complicated dance it seemed to have whenever he didn't like what was being said, and Stiles watched in amusement. He didn't want to meet the creepy vampire professor to be honest, but as said before; his grade depended on acing this class. And the professor hadn't done anything. Yet. That they knew of.

"I'm coming with you"

It was a statement, not a question. Always a statement, extremely seldom a question when Derek was talking. But Stiles didn't protest this time. "He gives me the creeps, so be my guest"

After a short meeting with the rest of the group, Derek walked back with Stiles to his room.

When they went to bed (and when did this become a thing?) Stiles punched his pillow a couple of times before lying down on his stomach. "Hey, if he's a vampire and you could smell that on him- couldn't he smell you as well? Vampires have delicate noses, right? Could he smell me as well? As in he knew I was part of a pack?"

Derek's warm hand on his shoulder made him relax, letting him calm his mind for a second. "I think he noticed. He kept looking our way during the lecture."

"What if he attacks one of us? What happens if he drinks your blood?"

"Vampires don't like our scent. They prefer humans, something about their blood being more delicate. Weres are too.. wild."

Stiles groaned. "Oh, goody. Lucky me then."

The hand on his shoulder kept rubbing his shoulder, making him sleepy and he heard Derek's quiet voice right before he fell asleep. "I won't let anything happen to you"

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