A/N: A shorter chapter, but I'll write soon. I've got a lot on my schedule.
So, I'm a senior in high school at the moment. I'm on a dance team, and we are in the middle of contest season. This Saturday is Show Offs, and so practices...ugh, well, I don't have a lot of free time, and it's really annoying. Why did I even join the team in the first place? I don't even know. I guess I'm trying to be a normal, human fucking being, but seriously I'm super lazy.
Anyway, thanks for the review, HeartlessNobody13! I'm the type of writer that will continue with a story usually depending on the first review, and you're review really made my day good! So, thanks!
This chapter isn't as good as I thought it was. I feel a little brain dead haha.
Well, I'm hoping to explain a lot more vampire myths vs truths in later chapters, as well more about Alvey and Ryan (you'll see who he is), and more. Also, Fox!Stiles will be coming up in my next chapter, and he's usually my favorite to write :D
Anyway, back to the story...
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Alvey was right. The soap did cover up his scent well.
Scott was the first one to arrive. He had knocked frantically on his front door, not stopping until Stiles opened it, giving him a stern glare.
"Is that necessary?" Stiles said the minute he swung the door opened, his arm still holding the door. Stiles could still feel the anger and anxiety radiating off himself.
Scott ducked under Stile's arm as he made is way through the living room. He stopped and faced Stiles, a look of anger and worry visible on his face. "What's been going on with you? Why have you been so mad? And why is Brett mad? And...what the hell, why do you smell like cheap cologne and...is that Lavender?" Scott scrunched up his nose. Stiles just rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him as he made his way to the kitchen. He needed coffee if he was going to have to deal with Scott. Hell, he knew that the rest of the pack were still coming over, even though he did answer all of their texts.
"Hey, least I didn't wash myself in Wolf's Bane." Stiles tried to joke, but it only came out sounding bitter.
"Are you mad at me? Is this about the night of the full moon? Stiles, we just didn't want a fight. Liam and Malia still struggle controlling themselves on full moons sometimes. Everyone knows how you like being human, and everyone knows how when you are angry, sometimes your mouth gets the better of you..."
Stiles huffed. He had a point, but Stiles couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. They didn't want him out on pack night because they wanted poor little Stiles to stay human.
Funny how that turned out.
"Why are you laughing?" Scott looked annoyed now, but Stiles still could see fear deep in those dark brown eyes. He knew he was thinking of the Nogitsune now, and Stiles frowned.
Another knock came at the door, and Stiles groaned. He knew it was Derek, but he wasn't sure how he knew. It wasn't like he knew his scent, because he hasn't seen him sense he got turned. Somehow, he could even tell a nervous little banshee stood right next to him.
Stiles swung the door open and just like Scott, Derek came in without an Invitation.
Stiles was glad that the whole vampire-invitation thing was also a myth, because he wouldn't be able to do the same thing to them after this.
He watched as Lydia watched him in worry as she made her way inside.
Derek was beside Scott now. They both had the same expression of anger and annoyance.
"What the hell has been wrong with you lately?"
Stiles didn't respond. Instead, he went back to the kitchen to get his coffee, which had just finished. He could feel their eyes burning his back as he made his way to the front door again, sensing Liam and Mason.
He opened the door, Mason's hand raised as if he was about to knock. He looked confused, but not that much surprised, and just walked in. Liam followed suit, but his facial expression showed more anger.
Stiles kept the door open this time as he saw two more cars pull up. Malia and Kira came in, and he finally closed the door and gave another sigh as if this was wasting his time.
Which, it was. He didn't think he could tell the pack. Besides, was he even a part of the pack anymore? Alvey being his Alpha..hah, that does sound weird though.
"Everyone is here. So, speak." Derek barked, anger still radiating off his body. It felt like Stiles could feel everything they felt, and it was quite overwhelming.
Alvey had said that he'd get used to it. That the feelings of others will slowly fade where they don't affect his own anymore. But Stiles was pretty sure that didn't mean within hours or days.
He knew they were pissed. He knew they were annoyed, probably thinking this was over something so stupid, like the whole pack night thing.
But, surprisingly, he knew they were worried.
"Stiles, are you in danger?" Lydia had asked, and Stiles bit his lip.
In a way, he was. In danger of hurting others. Although he hasn't felt any hunger yet, he knew it would come eventually, probably hitting with more force than necessary.
Alvey had admitted he was a killer, and after today's shower, Alvey had texted (not sure where he got his number though) and said that he was going to bring him some blood.
He had a strong feeling that it wasn't donated willingly. He hated himself, knowing those 'animal' attacks were his fault.
He also felt like he was in danger of being a killer. A monster.
He's a vampire, for god's sake. He's a demon. A reaper. He has all the abilities to become a killer. And, maybe one or two abilities that actually can help someone.
He should of took the bite from Peter a long time ago.
"That depends." Stiles finally answered, without realizing it. He cleared his throat, then took a sip of his coffee, which ended up being freezing cold.
Oh, right, heat absorbtion. He was going to have to get used to that.
He swallowed the foul taste and poured the rest of the coffee down the sink. He turned back to see their worried expressions.
"Does this have to do with Brett?" Lydia asked, and Stiles could hear Derek scoff. It was so quiet, that Stiles wouldn't have heard it without his enhanced hearing. (which was quite annoying sense it didn't come on command).
Derek probably thought this was useless. That he was just a useless, worthless, weak human. He knew Derek probably didn't want Stiles to have anything to do with the pack.
Stiles shook his head at her question, "No. No, it's...something else."
"Is it Theo's pack?" Malia asked, looking like she was going to rip someone's throat out. Well, not just anyone, but Theo's.
"No, it's not that either." Stiles now sounded annoyed that they weren't guessing correctly, but it wasn't like he expected them too. It wasn't like he wanted them to know. He wasn't sure if he should even tell them.
"Is this supernatural-related at all?" Derek asked bitterly.
Now, Stiles was quiet, trying to think how to answer. He knew his heart was beating faster now, which only answered their questions. Well, besides Mason and Lydia.
He suddenly realized that even though he was angry with the pack - not really sure why - he cared about them. He also knew that if he told them what he is now that they probably wouldn't want anything to do with him. Two people died because of him. He has the ability to kill, and Scott doesn't deal with murderers.
"What the hell happened, Stiles?" Scott demanded, and Stiles turned his back. He placed his arms on the cool surface of the counter and just stared out the kitchen window. "I didn't know what to do." He started, but was interuppted by the sudden iron-rich smell of blood. Banshee blood. Lydia must have bit her lip from the tension in the room so hard that it cut it open.
He could feel a warmth cover his eyes like a blanket. His eyes must have shifted, and it was funny. It's like a knew they were yellow, without looking into his reflection. He could feel every single teeth turn sharp, and he let his tounge dance over each individual one, trying to make it turn back, but it wouldn't. The smell had came stronger, and he curled his hands into fist, feeling his claws dig deep into his skin.
The hunger hit him harder than he thought. Alvey had said that as a newborn vampire, he wouldn't feel hungry until he smelled it. He also said that animal blood wouldn't do for now, which is why Stiles was pretty sure Alvey had killed those two people in order to get him the blood. Why he didn't just break into a blood bank - he wasn't sure, but he knew he had a reason.
Still, he craved to taste of the sweet banshee blood off of her silky, smooth skin. He wanted it bad. Hell, he wanted her bad, and he knew he shouldn't. Not while he was dating Malia, but he couldn't help himself. He was starving. It felt like he was dying of thirst. His mouth felt dry and his throat felt raw and suddenly, the only thing he could feel besides hunger was anger for anything that got in his way.
It all happened so quickly. He had turned around and next thing he knew, he was standing right in front of Lydia, starring down at her fear-filled, dark green eyes. Everyone had jumped as if he appeared out of thin air, shocked that not only did he have incredible speed, but that his eyes were a glowing yellow, teeth as sharp as knives, and that he looked like he was ready to kill.
It was like being possessed by the nogitsune all over again. Except, it was like Stiles just couldn't think. All he wanted was her blood, and he didn't care about anything else.
Everyone besides Mason attempted to pull Stiles away from Lydia, but Stiles instantly shoved Lydia to the wall while his body practically on top of hers. He could hear the pounding of her heart, and the blood rushing through her veins.
"Don't scream, little banshee." He growled, not sure where that had come from. He couldn't help himself. Hunger had took over.
"St-Stiles, don't!" She cried under her breath, and Stiles took the time to search for something on the shelf next to him. He found the wolf's bane and quickly made a circle around him and the banshee before the others could get to him. He could get used to this enhanced speed.
He didn't forget that Kira and Mason could cross, though. And even Lydia if he didn't have a strong hold on her. So, he smiled at the kitsune and human and said one word.
"Sleep."
In an instant, the two collapsed. Scott had screamed and tried to wake them up, but nothing was working. Stiles let out a laugh and focused his way back to Lydia.
He knew Scott could break open the force field of the wolf's bane. He's done it before. But he knew he still had time to drink her delicious sweet blood.
Stiles grabbed Lydia's arm and without any warning, bit hard. He could feel the sweet taste overflow his mouth, and he almost moaned at the taste.
Images started to flash through his mind, something that Alvey must have forgotten to tell him about. Stiles didn't mind though, he still drank happily with greed as he watched the memories of Lydia Martin.
He was surprised to see they were all of him. Her watching his goofy smile. Her watching him laugh, or take a test that he was pretty sure he failed by the look of his own face. Even when they went to that formal and they had danced to one song, and Stiles finally realized how bad of a dancer he was.
Then, Stiles could see himself having a panic attack. Lydia had bent down, and without much warning, kissed him. He remembered her soft lips on his, and suddenly, he felt sick to his stomach.
Stiles backed off quickly, almost falling out of the circle. He starred at Lydia's crying face, then looked down at her arm. He needed to stop the blood.
He couldn't let her die. He couldn't kill the love of his...
No. He shook his head and stepped closer, seeing her flinch in response. His heart sank, but he held his hand over her bleeding wound, and only hoped the tricks Alvey told him would work.
It did. Soon, he could see black veins in his arm, and feel the pain entering it. He expected the pain to linger in his arm, where he had bit Lydia, but was surprised to find that it spread to his stomach and chest, feeling weighed down by guilt.
After her wound was completely healed, Stiles backed up slowly, preparing himself to face the rest of the angry, vicious (and the two sleeping) pack. Instead, all he felt was something solid behind him. He turned quickly, seeing a very, very disappointed yet guilty looking Alvey. He looked at Lydia, then to the pack who still couldn't get through. He could see Kira and Mason who was still passed out from...whatever Stiles had done, then looked back at Stiles himself.
"Release." The alpha said, and suddenly Kira and Mason began to wake up. Alvey placed his hands on Stile's shoulders, which trembled as tears began to escape his eyes from all the pain he caused, and closed his eyes.
Stiles could feel a gush of strong wind then the smell of nature.
He looked around, finding that they were standing on the Nameton, where just weeks before was covered in bodies.
"Wh-what-" Stiles couldn't finish. His voice was too shakey and he quickly looked away.
"I'm sorry."
"What?" Stiles was confused. Why was he sorry? He was the one who almost killed his friends.
"I'm...sorry, Stiles." He paused, biting his lip. "I should've paid more attention to you. I was running, trying to get you some more blood. I didn't even teach you self-control."
Stiles was still confused. Maybe it was because the alpha wasn't pointing blame, like most alpha's Stiles had experienced did.
"you killed-"Stiles started, but stopped. That wasn't important right now.
"No, that was someone else. That was...the reason I turned you."
Stiles looked at him again. "What was?"
"There is another supernatural, similar to us. A Nephilim. They, too, have vampire DNA." Another pause. Stiles could tell this was hard for him. "We need to kill him, Stiles. And I can't do it alone."
Stiles was confused. He had thought that Alvey turned him because he was wandering the streets, covered in his own blood. He thought that he was just an easy target.
"You were an easy target that night, Stiles. When I attacked you, I was planning on killing you. But after reading your mind and seeing that you already know about the supernatural, I figured it wouldn't hurt. To turn you, I mean. I needed help to kill the bastard."
It wouldn't hurt? He was a killer for fucks sake. He almost killed Lydia. And he was sure that if Scott did get through the wolf's bane, he would have killed them too.
"You're the first one I turned." He said suddenly, and Stiles just took a deep breath, looking around him.
"I'm not surprised." Stiles said, not meaning to sound angry.
Alvey just rolled his eyes, "I'm dying, Stiles. The other Nephilim - Ryan, he killed my family, then killed my pack. I need your help to kill him."
"So, I'm guessing that means the whole immortal thing is a myth too?" He had to ask.
"No, you are immortal. But, I'm dying because Ryan was able to extract my ability of immortality. I'm 115 years old. And before you ask, we just age slowly."
Stiles nodded in response, trying to think. This Ryan guy did needed to be taken care of, but he wasn't sure if he could kill him.
Alvey cleared his throat again, "I was looking for him. I-I should of been with you, teaching you to have control. Oh-" Alvey dug into a duffel bag, one that Stiles didn't realize he had, and pulled out a bag of blood, like one found in a hospital.
Least he didn't kill anyone for it.
The sight of the blood made him thirsty again, and he soon ripped the bag out of Alvey's hands and dug his teeth into it, moaning from the delicious taste of sweet, sweet blood.
He finished the bag and let it drop to his feet, but soon had another bag stuffed in his face. After four bags of blood later, Stiles felt satisfied, and even a little sad.
"If I don't have human blood..." He started, after a long awkward moment of silence.
"You won't die. You'll just wish you did. The pain would be unbearable. Speaking of pain - I could tell you healed someone. Guessing the banshee."
Stiles nodded, wondering how he knew, but decided not to ask.
"You absorb pain. You can't hold onto it forever, or else it will make your abilities even harder to control." Alvey said, he looked around, and spotted a deer close by.
Stiles knew exactly what he was going to say.
"I'm not hurting a innnocent animal."
Alvey scoffed, "You will when your starving." He paused, looked around and spotted a flower. "The pain you take is absorbed as energy. You can give it to any living thing and kill it instantly. Here, try it on that-" He pointed to the white, pedaled flower. Stiles just walked to it and placed his hand over it, imaging Lydia's pain flow into it. Soon, he watched as the flower slugged forward, completely dead.
His heart sank, realizing for what felt like the first time of what he could do.
"Better?"
He did feel a lot better, but guilt still weighed on his shoulders. He hoped Lydia was alright.
"So far, you'll need human blood every day. After a while, you'll only need it once a week, then once a month. You would have to live off animal blood. Every once in awhile, you'll require some kind of supernatural blood."
Stiles nodded, biting his lip.
"The flahes-"
"Yeah, that comes with drinking supernatural blood. Speaking of, how do you feel? Sense you are a newborn vampire, you probably won't feel much different just yet. It will hit you though."
That wasn't enough. He needed to know more.
It was almost like Lydia knew that he could see what she saw, as if trying to make him stop.
"It's just a banshee thing." Alvey had responded, and Stiles was getting annoyed with the whole mind-reading thing now.
"They must hate me."
Alvey was silent at first, as if agreeing. "They'll understand, soon."
"Scott doesn't let murderers in his pack."
"You aren't a murderer. And quite frankly...you aren't in his pack anymore either."
Guess that answers that question.
"How do I even tell them that I'm in your pack now?"
Alvey shrugged, looking away from Stiles and watching something in the distance. An animal, probably.
"I can talk to them. I can explain it. Don't worry, you'll be back in Scott's pack eventually. Probably."
"Probably?" His heart skipped a beat.
"I'll be dead soon. You'll either be back in Scott's pack, or you'll be an Alpha yourself. See, with Nephilim's, when your alpha dies, the chosen one becomes the alpha."
"The chosen one? What would that mean if there were more of us in your pack?"
"Chosen by the alpha. Even if there were others in the pack, you would still be next in line."
That kind of made Stiles feel good, but still. Leaving Scott and the others felt horrible. Even if he was still around them, he would miss all those pack nights.
Well, guess he already has a head start on that, doesn't he?
Stiles just bit his lip again. "So, about this Ryan guy. How do we find him?"
Alvey smiled, eyes filled with pride and determination.
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Scott wasn't sure what the hell happened. One minute, Stiles was about to pour out information on what was going on, and the next he was in front of Lydia with glowing yellow eyes. He had ran, and it was more like teleportation.
He saw his teeth, each one sharp. He saw his claws, and he could hear the low growl escape his mouth.
He knew he wasn't a werewolf. There was sudden growth of hair, and those glowing yellow eyes looked a lot more...violent.
Scott couldn't miss how fast he was. He had thrown Lydia against the wall, and with just one hand was holding her back as he poured a straight line of wolf's bane around them. It was so quick, Scott didn't even know what was happening.
Stiles had gave him that evil smile, and it looked terrifying. It reminded him of the Nogitsune, but for some reason, he knew that whatever turned Stiles, it was...whatever he was, not Stiles willfully trying to hurt Lydia.
He watched as Stiles said one word, and Kira and Mason collapse into a heap. He had screamed as he tried to wake them up, but nothing was working.
He went back to the force field of wolf's bane, trying to rip it open as he watched his best friend dig his teeth into Lydia and...drink her blood?
He couldn't believe it. Was his best friend a...vampire?
It didn't take long though, because next thing he knew Stiles had fallen backwards, as if startled by something. He had took a step forward, and they all watched as he healed Lydia's wound.
Then, there was that guy. He just appeared behind Stiles, and for a moment Scott screamed for his name. He had a feeling whoever it was, was the man that turned Stiles. He thought he was going to kill him for a moment, but instead spoke one word, and Kira and Mason had woken up. Scott couldn't move though as he watched his best friend in horror.
The man placed two arms on his friend's shoulder and next thing he knew, he was gone.
"A-are you OK?" Scott tried to take a step forward, but the wolf's bane prevented him.
Lydia nodded, her eyes wide and terrified. She took slow steps forward and broke the line of the wolf's bane.
Scott ran to her, looking at her arm. It was completely healed.
He didn't understand. He healed her faster than Scott could heal anyone. How was that possible? He was just turned.
Wasn't he? He couldn't even smell a scent on Stiles.
Was that why he smelled like cologne and soap? To try to hide his scent?
When did he even get turned? Why didn't he tell him?
And the scent on that man...what the hell was he? It was a scent he never smelt before, and it was terrifying.
Was Stiles OK? Was he planning on hurting him?
"Scott..." Lydia said, breaking him from his thoughts. He shook his head, heart still pounding in his chest.
"I just don't understand..." He trailed off, watching as everyone had the same expression.
Terror. Confusion. Anger. Worry.
"That's why he was laughing." Scott said, putting the puzzle pieces together.
"When?" Derek asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I told him why we didn't bring him to pack night because we didn't want a fight, and we didn't want him to get turned...then he started to laugh."
"Because he was turned the night of the full moon. What the hell was that thing?" Liam even looked scared.
"I don't know. But, we're going to find out." He was determined. "Stiles is still a part of this pack. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He was just turned. We all know how the wolf gets the better of us, especially once we get turned." Well, besides Derek. "Stiles is no different. He's still the same Stiles he always was. We can find him and get him to explain."
Everyone nodded in agreement, until a heavy silence had fallen.
"Damn, so now I'm the only human in the pack?" Mason said, trying to light up the mood.
It wasn't the same.
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If you can't tell, there might be some Stiles/Lydia involvement soon. Not sure where that will go, but we'll see...
also, sorry for any spelling mistakes.
Next chapter will be added soon. 3
