The hunt was easy. Peter knew were Stiles went; under the bridge. The scene was horrible; the neck of the man was cut with teeth. The young vampire didn't have his fangs. Only Peter knew why and decided to not tell Derek and Scott. For now, Stiles was only licking the blood on the man's neck, he wasn't sucking. He couldn't do it. "That's… horrible…" said Derek while looking away.

"You did worst to me." replied Peter.

"He got a point Derek." noticed Scott.

A big groan could be heard. Stiles raised his head to them. He didn't look very happy. Stiles' face was distorted in a grimace of rage. His veins could be clearly seen. Peter looked happy: "Well, well… Look, we have a transforming human into a vampire. That's interesting."

"Wait, wasn't he already a vampire?"

"Not exactly, as I told you before they need human blood to complete their transformation and get their teeth or fangs."

Scott look at them: "You're telling me that Stiles is suffering?"

"Yes." Peter quickly answered.

Only right after Peter replied to Scott, Stiles screech. He fell on his back and began to touch his mouth. His scream has nothing to do with the screech of Stiles. This sound wasn't something human usually do. And then, silence. Scott tried: "Stiles, you're okay?"

"He doesn't look like he's going to answer you Scott."

"Derek's right, just slowly step back. Scott, step back."

Stiles looked as he was about to kill them all. There was blood on his mouth and on his teeth… fangs. The young vampire rushed on Derek. He was the only one who hasn't step back. Peter though it was why Stiles attacked him. Scott tried to help his alpha but ended up with a broken wrist. He was too strong for the werewolf. Scott looked at Peter who shook his head. There was nothing they can do to stop the fight. "Why does Stiles attack Derek?"

Peter gave a look to Scott: "He's the only one who hasn't step back… Or maybe he just did something to Stiles before."

"He wasn't really kind to him if I remember."

Peter agreed. The vampire was trying to kill Derek with his fangs; trying to cut his throat. Derek growled. He rushed on Stiles and made him fall on the ground. The vampire protested and Derek sat on Stiles' belly. The young vampire wasn't please, he open his mouth and let Derek see his fangs. "Get off me!" he said.

"No." replied Derek. "You'll kill me if I let you go."

Stiles crushed Derek's arm. Not remembering that he could easily heal, Stiles turned his back on him. He faced Scott and Peter. "Don't do that." Scott insisted. Before Stiles could even blink, Derek rushed on his back claws and fangs out. He bit Stiles' nape. The vampire screamed. The pain was high. Derek bit stronger and pierce Stiles' skin with his claw. Stiles struggled very hard to get away from Derek. After a moment, he whined knowing he totally lost. Derek was stronger than him.

"That's not going to get better, get that smile away from you face Scott."

"Why?" he asked Peter.

"Stiles look like he submits to Derek; because he's stronger than him."

"How that could be bad?"

"He's not doing it right."

"Would you explain yourself?"

"Remember when I told you about the fact that Stiles could kill everyone after he drank human blood or be horny? Well, he had both."

"Are you telling that he wants Derek to fuck him right now?"

"Sounds like it, just look how he react to Derek's bite." Peter said. "No he won't become a werewolf with the bite, don't worry. He's dead anyway."

"That's not going to secure me…" Scott dropped.

Stiles tried to move his head but Derek bit the vampire's nape more forcefully. Stiles raised his hand and caress Derek's tight. Derek growled. In that instant of arousal, Stiles got on the top of the werewolf before he could notice. Stiles kissed Derek more violently. Scott turned his head while complaining about what was going to happen.

"Don't such a bad player. They're having fun." Peter said, amuse.

"I don't care if Derek or Stiles likes guy!"

"So, what's the problem?"

"Stiles is not eighteen."

"You're kidding me?" He looked at Scott; the boy wasn't lying. Peter growled and looked at his nephew. Derek was undressing Stiles. "If I were you, I would stop. He's underage."

"What?" yelled Derek. He pushed Stiles off him and smacked the vampire on the head. Was he really going to have sex with… Stiles? The vampire whined and collapsed. Derek walked away from the unconscious teenager. Peter and Scott carry the vampire to Derek's home.

"You were totally into it."

"No fucking way." Derek growled at his uncle.

"You were going to take Stiles right here right now!" Scott added. "By the way, what are we going to do with our horny Stiles?"

"I have no idea."

Peter sighed. "I think we should wait for him to wake up. After that, I really don't know. The vampire gene can change people. Stiles could not be the same. And he should avoid sun light."

"That's true? Vampire can't go out during the day?"

"Totally, if I had the choice between being a vampire of a werewolf, I would take the werewolf. We're freer. I mean, they can't go out during the day, they can't eat and they're slave to the thirst."

"Sounds horrible." Scott dropped.

"If the clouds cover the sun, can he go out?" Derek asked.

"I think yes."

They all looked at each other for a long moment. The time looked suspend. They all thought that being a vampire was a real punishment. But why Stiles? As they were thinking, the young vampire whined. "That fucking hurts!"

"Stiles?" asked Scott.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" he rushed into the living room to see his best friend sitting on the couch.

"No, my skin hurts! It's like a have a thousand needle in every part of my skin!"

"Do you remember anything?"

"Anything of what happened yesterday? Oh god…" he looked so afraid. "I kill him… What have I done?"

Peter asked him: "Do you remember anything after that?"

"Nope, why?"

"So… You don't remember how horny you were trying to get in Derek's pants?"

"PETER!" yelled Derek from the kitchen.

"I did what?!" Suddenly Stiles' face turned into disgust. "Oh lord! What is happening to me?!"

"Purgatory, maybe. I don't know how vampire works, but you seemed to have a lot in your mind. Starting with all that violence you hide and that… You know what I mean. "Keeping all inside is not good you know." he smirked. "Now, we all know that you were secretly lusting over Derek. Good thing! He's aware of it now!"

Stiles sighed. Of course Derek was hot as hell, but he would never tell him or let him know in that way. He felt miserable. Of course he had a lot on his mind. He thought about his father, his past live and how could he ever be happy being a vampire. Thinking about Derek, he was looking at him. Stiles immediately blushed.

"I never saw a vampire blushing before…" noticed Peter.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

"Oh, the vampire is angry!"

"Leave him alone, Peter." Derek growled.

Stiles face palmed. This was horribly awkward. Well, at least his father didn't catch him having sex with Derek. Having sex… with Derek… He whispered: "Oh… why?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, yes and yes".

"Well, I'm going home; I'll be too tired for school if I don't leave."

"Yeah, got it. Have a nice day Scott." Stiles raised his head when he heard the door slam. "Oh. My. God. I'll be so fucking late in school."

"You're not leaving this house." Derek said. "And you're not even leaving this house for feeding."

"Want me to starve?"

"Drink this."

It was a fucking bunny again. Stiles whined. His face was saying that he won't kill the bunny. Derek sighed: "Stiles, you need to DRINK and I'm not going to feed you.

"I never asked for that and there's no way I would drink that bunny!"

"It's a hare."

The vampire made a deep sound with his throat. Derek glared at him. The werewolf didn't like to be threat by someone less than Stiles Vampire Stilinski. Where was Peter? It was a mute question Stiles come up with. "I don't know. He leaves at the same time as Scott."

"I'm so screwed. How am I supposed to live with all that vampire thing?"

"I don't know."

Peter walked into the house with a big smile on his face. But the smile faded as fast as Scott's grade when he saw the hare. "What the fuck?"

"Stiles refuse to drink."

"You know how an animal taste for vampires?" Peter asked Derek.

"No…"

"Like vomit. That was what a vampire told me."

"I won't drink that bunny."

"It's a hare." Derek and Peter said at the same time. Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek's uncle put his hand in that bag he brought with him. Human blood scent came into the young vampire's nose. Stiles jolted and looked at Peter. He was intrigued. Derek raised an eyebrow. "Here" Peter began "in those bags is human blood I stole at the hospital. It would be more use than the hare-vomit-blood."

"Thanks… I supposed…"

"Well you're welcome, now I must go, I have other things to do."

Derek sighed and put the bags in the freezer. He handed one to Stiles. The young boy didn't want to take it because of the too-much appealing scent. But went Derek growled at him again, he took one and began sucking. The veins around Stiles' jaw began to slowly disappear. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Stay here, I have things to do."

"It's not like I could use a walk in the forest in the middle of the day."

"Your sarcasm is ineffective against me."

"Someday I'll find your Kryptonite sourwolf."

Derek rolled his eyes and left the house. Stiles finish his bag of blood and look out of the window. He couldn't even go near to check what was going outside. The vampire noticed something; his eyes were so damn good. He felt like he could read a journal far away from him. The dark, yes. He had also a good night vision. He immediately felt the miss of Derek, the miss of arguing with him. He slowly felt asleep. When Derek came back, he saw Stiles snoring on the couch. He tent to wake him up but nothing. Vampires are heavy sleepers. It was around six when Stiles finally opened his eyes again. He looked like he was lost. He remembered how it felt when a doctor made you sleep before a surgery. It felt like you'll never wake up again, no dreams and no sounds around you. The vampire looked around him, searching for something that will make him know that he's alive. "Derek?" he whined.

Suddenly he heard some noise and saw him entering in the room: "What?" He looked angry. Stiles shivered.

"N-nothing… I just… wonder how many hours I have slept…"

"You slept all day."

"Why do you sound so angry?"

"I'm angry because you kill someone. You can't drink a stupid hare because of the taste. I just don't know what to do with you." he was being serious.

"So you're planning what? Kill me? I already proposed that and you decide." Stiles replied looking hurt.

"That's not what I meant…" Derek sighed.

Stiles could tell he was lying. He curled his body and shut his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"If you kill me, make it quick. I don't want to see that… just do it when I sleep."

"Stiles" he began.

"I know when you're lying."

Derek opened his mouth to say something but nothing game out. Stiles were right. He must kill him. The werewolf didn't know how or when; Stiles was his mate and didn't know if he could live without him. Derek didn't want to tell Stiles. He had a lot on his mind he didn't need to know that. "Want to drink?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"That's strange. Peter said that young vampire need more blood. You barely take a glass a day. You have a better self-control than Scott when he was turned." he noticed.

"I just don't know Derek… I feel bad; I just don't know who I am anymore. I can't even tell if I'll be able to live as a vampire. I miss the sun; I even miss school! I also miss my dad." Stiles started to cry again. Derek wanted to hug him, to tell him everything was going to be alright. He totally knew it wasn't. He simply walked away and said nothing. It took a while before Stiles fell asleep.

The next day, Stiles awoke feeling nothing. He felt empty. He barely drank and started listening to the TV. No one was home, not even Derek.