(Chapter 3)

In the classroom with Pre-Calculus written on the chalkboard behind a balding middle aged man with large blue eyes and a beige suit on. He stood before his students rambling about what? Allison couldn't tell, she couldn't bring herself to pay attention.

Allison glanced beside her and saw her best friend looking down at her nails, rarely sending glances up at their teacher, Mr. Schmidt, when he'd look in their general direction in a vain attempt to act as if she were listening.

Chancing it, Allison looked over her shoulder and saw Sam sitting in the left beside Boyd and behind Stiles. The witch wasn't even acting as if he were paying attention as he went at the sketch paper on his desk with it having his complete and undivided attention.

Stiles, on the other hand, was nodding off only to catch himself and try to stay awake. Allison felt a pang of sympathy for him; he his skin was becoming paler than this morning when she spotted him. His hair was wild and unkempt, there were dark circles under his eyes and he could barely stay awake. How has no one noticed this? She glanced back over Sam but he wasn't paying attention.

She glanced over at Boyd and quickly turned around to face forward when she met his eyes staring at her. More than any of them, Boyd intimidated her. He was quiet, even his movements were quiet and that wasn't something she expected from someone as big as him.

Her mind immediately went to the crossbow hidden in the secret compartment of her trunk. She was sure that her father had a talk with Derek Hale about their truce and his pack but she wasn't sure that his pack would even follow his orders. They were trying to escape them when we found them in the woods. She thought and wondered why they stayed. Well, one stayed, where is Erica?

In the back of class, Boyd didn't take his eyes off Allison. He didn't know why he felt tense when he caught her staring in their direction, at Sam and Stiles. Maybe it's because Sam risked his life to help us escape. He felt a little guilty when he thought about it, though he didn't make Sam come to their rescue and Boyd was pretty sure he did it more for Erica, he was still sixteen and had been shot. He certainly took it like a soldier.

Speaking of Erica. He turned to Sam and touched his shoulders. The witch dropped his pencil and blinked rapidly before turning to him with a confused look. Weird. Boyd thought briefly. "Hey have you talked to Erica lately or at all?" he asked.

Sam raised a brow. "Uh, the last time I talked to her was two days after she left for New-York and didn't hear anything from her afterwards." He shrugged his shoulders. "I thought it was weird but then thought that maybe she was just enjoying herself."

"Yeah I thought that too, for a while, but the fact that I haven't heard and no one else seems to have talked to her I'm getting a little worried about her." He frowned. "What if something happened to her while she's out there?"

"Like what, Boyd?" Sam questioned with a frown. "It's just the first day of school, some people do take a little longer before coming back to school and I'm sure that's exactly what she's doing." He felt his phone vibrate and went to pull it out. "I can't explain her not answering your phone calls but maybe she lost her phone, try calling her parents."

"I don't have their number."

"Thus prompting me to ask, what would you like me to do to put your concern to rest?" Sam asked. "You want me to track her?"

"You can do that kind of thing right?"

Sam stared at the werewolf for a beat before snorting. "You sound like a clingy boyfriend." He commented.

Boyd looked at him blankly. "We're just friends."

"Yeah, sure, of course you are." Sam wasn't convinced. He's seen Boyd and he could certainly see why Erica would be physically attracted to him. He let his gaze roam Boyd's muscular arm before shooting him a pointed look.

Boyd rolled his eyes at the witch. "Not interested."

"Damn." Sam chuckled and smiled at Boyd. "Fine, you bring me something of Erica's and I'll do a locator spell for you."

Boyd felt as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. "Thank you, do you want me to bring it to your hosue after school?"

"Sure." Sam went to turn back around but paused. A small grin grew on his face as he eyed Boyd from the corner of his eyes. "Did you know Erica kissed me before?"

Boyd growled in annoyance at him. Sam's shoulders shook with laughter at the reaction.

Ahead of them, Stiles wasn't paying attention as he stared down blankly at his desk while trying to stay awake. His right hand was gripping the pen in his hand tightly. "So, did you talk to Scott today or did you hide?" He blinked and looked up; he stared at Lydia's and Allison's back. "Can you even hide from a werewolf?"

Stiles felt panic when he heard that, loud and clear, and looked around to see if anyone heard. No one else heard, they were still looking up at their teacher bored as if Lydia hadn't just stated that Scott was a werewolf.

He turned back to Lydia as Allison did the same. "I'm just trying to spare his feelings, I told him that I didn't want him to wait for me and talking to him…being close to him again, I don't think I could-"

"Keep your hands to yourself?" Lydia finished earning a sharp look from Allison. "What? If that's what you meant, I won't judge you, if Jackson was still here we'd still be having sex."

"Even though you're broken up?"

"Break up sex is one of the best kind."

Allison let out a breathy laugh. "Why did I know that would be your response?" she asked rhetorically.

Stiles stared a few seconds longer before dropping his gaze. Were they whispering? He thought shocked. And I heard them from back here while no one else…He trailed off when a loud shout of pain gained everyone's attention in the halls.

Mr. Schmidt turned to the students as they turned to the door. "Stay." He ordered and left the room but of course none of the students listened and stood from their seats. Stiles glanced back at Sam and Boyd, who were also curious and standing.

Stiles followed after them and blinked when he found Mr. Schmidt kneeling next to a blonde girl in front of the lockers. Stiles looked at the locker door and saw it was open with blood on it while the girl had a gash on her forehead. "Whelp, looks like the school is getting sued." He heard someone say.

"Some of these lockers always does that."

Stiles turned back to the girl and that's when he smelled it. Something sweet, something delicious, something almost unbearable to smell and it was coming from the girl. Stiles jaw slackened slightly as his eyes followed a bead of blood that trailed down the side of her face down to her jaw.

A dry burning pain exploded inside Stiles throat causing him to fall back against the lockers and clutched at his throat earning the attention of his peers as some surrounded him. Sam and Boyd kneeling next to him while Lydia and Allison stood behind them. "What's wrong, Stiles? What is it?" Boyd asked.

Stiles began to breath rapidly through his nose as he tried continued to squeeze at his throat turning his face from pale to red. Sam went for his wrist and tried to pry them away from his throat. "Stiles stop! You're choking yourself!" Sam snapped.

Stiles didn't listen; he didn't even look at them. He continued staring at the girl who was bleeding and staring at him in surprise. "Where's the nurse?" He heard Mr. Schmidt demand.

"We'll take care of him." He vaguely heard someone say but he couldn't tell whom. His attention was solely on the girl…who was bleeding. He felt stinging pain in his bottom lip for a moment before it was gone as quick as it came.

Boyd forced Stiles to his feet and began to drag him down the halls. "The boy's locker room is right around the corner." Boyd stated. "Let's take him in there."

Sam nodded as they turned the corner and immediately pushed open the boy's locker room. Fortunately, no one was inside so Sam had Boyd seat Stiles on the bench in between the aisles of lockers. Stiles sat there slumped for a moment, his hands still around his neck but no longer squeezing.

The witch handed Boyd his phone. "Sheriff Stilinski's number is in there, call him." Boyd nodded and Stiles sat beside his friend. "Stiles, are you okay? What was that out there? Panic attack?" he questioned worriedly. He never seen his friend do something like that and he was almost terrified by the look in Stiles eyes as he choked himself.

"I-I…I don't know but don't call my dad, I can drive myself home." He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys, almost as if on autopilot.

"Uh, no you can't and if you try I'll kick your ass." Sam stated as he snatched the keys from Stiles' hands. "You'll wait for your dad to come get you and I'll have Scott drive your Jeep home."

He, suddenly, felt different. He stood and lifted his head. "I'm going wait in the office for my dad to pick me up, I don't think it's a good idea for me to drive."

"That's what I just said, Stiles." Sam frowned, he had been expecting for Stiles to put up an fight, a losing one, but a fight nonetheless.

"Right, I'll go then." He turned and walked away.

"Wait, Stiles, I'll walk with you." Sam stood and followed after him grabbing Stiles's arm once he was close but quickly dropped it as if he was burned. Images flashed rapidly through his mind. He saw some Stiles standing between the legs of some woman, his mouth at her throat.

Lust and fear slammed into Sam causing him to stumble away from Stiles, who didn't stop to see his friend's reaction, and continued out of the locker room.

Boyd hung up and walked over to Sam, having watched the entire thing. "What was that?" he asked the witch, who had his hand touching his neck in a similar way Stiles had before.

"I-I don't know but I…" He trailed off, touching Stiles felt worse than touching Theo. What's with the extra sensitivity with me today? He wondered but shook his head. "But it was bad and it had something to do with Stiles." Sam struggled to get out as he got himself together.

"Do you think it has anything to do with him disappearing last week?" Boyd questioned.

"I don't see how it could." Sam muttered as he pulled himself together. "He was only missing and he doesn't remember it, how much could it effect him?"

"Well, what just happened isn't something that happens often, right?"

Sam sighed and scratched the back of his head as he tried to figure out what was wrong with his friend. "Listen, whatever it is, Stiles and I will handle, don't worry."

"I wasn't." Boyd denied causing Sam to roll his eyes.

In the nurse office, in the back, the blonde girl was lying on her back. Her forehead wrapped with bandages and her pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were open as she tried to keep herself awake as the nurse instructed after informing her that she had a concussion.

That's when she heard the door open and close. She looked through the doorway where she could spot a shadow move outside of her door. "Nurse Wilkins?" she called tiredly.

She didn't get a response and when she went to call again, she stopped when she saw someone stop in the threshold of her door. She frowned. "Stiles Stilinski? What are you doing here?" she asked.

Stiles walked closer allowing her to get a better look at him, she sat up and swung her legs over the bed. Her eyes widened when hands flew to her throat once Stiles was close enough and pulled her in.

Their lips smashed together causing her to gasp in shock but it also gave Stiles the opportunity to shove his tongue in her mouth. She let out a small groan and brought her hands up to Stiles' chest before pushing but it didn't work, he didn't budge.

She jumped and let out a moan when a hand gripped her right thigh tightly. She stopped pushing and began kissing him back, moaning when he pushed her back against the bed and climbed on top of her, finally breaking the kiss.

He leaned back on his knee, staring down at her with whisky brown eyes, his hands went to his belt and began to undo it and jerked his pants down enough to reveal his length. He grabbed her panties and slowly pulled them down, never breaking eye contact with her and once they were off, he put them in his pocket.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss again. Her arms flew around his neck pulling him closer. Stiles hands roamed her body. She hummed when his warm hands slid under her top and snapped her bra effortlessly then began to fondle her breast. Her tweak her nipples causing her to break the kiss and let out a low moan.

Stiles began kissing at her neck while his right hand went to her thigh before trailing under her skirt. "Wet." He muttered as a he slid a finger into her.

"Yes." She whispered leaned her head further back, giving him a lot more access to her throat. That smell, that smell is back, God she smells great. His stomach rumbled quiet and his kisses on her throat became a lot rougher and, much to her delight, he added three more fingers inside of her, pulling them in and out fast.

He pulled away a little and noticed three red marks across her collarbone. He could taste it on his tongue, whatever it was that smelled so good. He ignored the whine of disappointment when he pulled his fingers out and position himself at her opening before thrusting in swiftly. "Ah!" she moaned loudly.

Her wrists were suddenly trapped above her head as Stiles began to thrust in and out of her. The sound of flesh smacking against one another over their groans and moans of passion. Stiles lean back but didn't stop before grabbing her jacket and button down shirt before ripping them open, allowing her bouncing breasts to be on full display for him. "Oh, you rip-ah! My favorite shirt!" she moaned out.

Stiles ignored her as he played with her breasts for a moment before leaning back over her and went straight for her neck. That piercing feeling in his bottom lip was hurting a lot more this time. He opened his mouth; displaying fangs to her neck, and it have instinctively.

He bit her.

That sweet smelling blood filled his mouth and it tasted even better than it smelled. God! He gripped her hips tightly, holding them down and open wide as he sped up while she groaned in pain and pleasure.

"Stiles, I'm so close." She whispered lost in the pleasure.

Sam didn't respond as he continued to drink from her neck until she came with a low moan and with one last thrust he did the same.

Stiles pulled away and stared down at her as if he just woke up from something. Her head fell to the side and her breathing was heavy. Stiles brought his hands up to his lips and touched his fang, hissing when it pierced his finger. "W-what just…" he trailed off before hopping off of her. "Shit!" he began to gather himself together.

After he did, he turned to the girl and saw she was still lying there. He stormed over to her and glared as he gripped her arm and forced her to sit up. "What are you doing? Get up and dressed before someone walks in!" he hissed.

She glared at him. "You're the one who came here and fucked me like some porn story plot."

Stiles narrowed his eyes and leaned closer so that he was staring her in the eyes. "Get up and get dressed now, alright? Just forget this all happened."

She stared in those eyes and for a moment she heard his words echoing in her head. Her eyes dilated and she began to stand. Stiles was shocked as she did what he told her without speaking. Once she was, somewhat, presentable. Her jacket now closed to hide the fact that her shirt and bra were torn.

Suddenly, she stopped and blinked confused. "What are you doing here?" she asked him.

"Uh…"

(Meanwhile)

Scott sat in his US History class with Isaac sitting behind him listening to his teacher, Mr. Jefferson, ranting. "Huey Long was a powerful Louisiana governor and U.S. senator. A successful lawyer, he rose through the ranks of the Louisiana government to take over the state's top post in 1928. The charismatic Long dominated virtually every governing institution within Louisiana, using that power to expand programs for underdeveloped infrastructure and…" he was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door.

The door opened and Scott's eyes widened at who he saw standing there. The person under scrutiny of the werewolf walked up to the teacher and handed him a piece of paper. Mr. Jefferson read it. "Alright, Ms. Rogue, you can take the seat next to Ms. Clarke."

Alexis Rogue glanced in Scott direction and sent him a wink before taking her seat next to Ms. Clarke, who offered a kind smile and Alexis nodded her head.

Shit, does Sam know she's here? Was all Scott thought. He knew there was a possibility that there was some bad blood between the two witches, Stiles explained some of what happened between them and her part in the capture of Sam, Erica and Boyd. But she did help us find Stiles. He had to get her help because Sam was still in Italy. But why is she here?

Alexis ignored the werewolf staring at her in favor of listening to the teacher.

Isaac, catching the wink and the way Scott was staring at the witch, nudged him in the ribs with his elbow. "What was that about? Who is she?" He asked once Scott turned to him.

"Uh…Alexis Rogue." He answered hesitantly. "She's a-"

"A witch, yeah, I know." Isaac interrupted curtly as he sent his own stare at the witch's head before turning back to the omega. "But why is she here?" he demanded.

"I-I…how would I know?" Scott responded.

The blonde narrowed his eyes at Scott. "I hope you wouldn't, Sam told me everything about her and everything he told me let's me know she shouldn't be trusted." He stated. "We should probably keep a distance from her."

"No arguments here." Scott muttered eyeing Isaac curiously. "What did Sam tell you about her?"

Something flashed in those blue eyes that were too quick for Scott to decipher what it was before they narrowed into slits. "Everything." He answered in a tone that meant the conversation was over.

Scott frowned. Normally, he wouldn't be left in the dark about anything that concerned Sam or Stiles but he wasn't blind enough to not see that there was a distance between he and Sam, one he didn't know how to mend.

Sighing, he turned forward and stared at the board.

Ahead, sitting at her desk, Alexis continued barely listen to her new teacher's boring lecture when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She glanced to her right at the girl sitting beside her. "Yeah?" she whispered.

The girl looked slightly nervous but gave a smile. "My names Emily Clarke." She introduced herself quietly.

Alexis stared at her for a moment before turning to face forward. "Alexis Rogue." She returned after a moment.

"So, you're new here, too?"

"Yup."

"Oh."

Alexis glanced at the girl in the corner of her eyes. She, Emily, was biting her bottom lip nervously. She looks like one of those cheerleader types. Alexis scoffed internally as she studied the girl. Her hair was long and wavy, back and fell to the middle of her back, her skin was almond brown and her eyes were dark brown. Her lips were bare pink and dressed in a black dress that hugged curvaceous her body. Simple yet elegant sort of look.

For a moment Alexis wondered why the girl was even talking to her, she looked like the kind of girl that hung around other girls like Lydia Martin.

Alexis turned back to Mr. Jefferson and continued to listen to his boring lecture. All thoughts of the girl sitting next to her disappearing from her mind.

(Elsewhere)

"Hey."

"Uh, hey, hi." It was silent for a moment; it was an unsure silence. Uncomfortable. The people speaking didn't know each other, which Stiles knew. "So, uh, are you new here?"

The sound of chimes went off. "New? Well…kinda, I've lived here before but moved away when I was eight." The sound of chimes followed her statement and made him realize that it wasn't chimes he heard. The person, the woman, was giggling but it was melodic and alluring.

"Oh." There was another pause of uncomfortable silence. "Well, welcome back, I'm Stiles."

"Stiles? That's a peculiar name." The chime-like giggle went off again. "At least I won't feel bad about not remembering."

"Why's that?"

"We obviously haven't met, that isn't a name one would forget."

"Yeah." He sounded nervous. "What brings you back to Beacon Hills?"

Silent, But this time, it was contemplative. As if she was wondering whether or not she wanted to answer. "I'm on a search."

"For something or someone?"

"Both…and I think you can help me find them."

Stiles eyes fluttered open, a stinging pain ringing in the back of his head causing him to groan closing his eyes again and place a hand on his forehead. "God." He muttered weakly before reaching his other hand to the right for the bottle of water on the nightstand in his room. He felt around and frowned at the grainy texture he felt. Turning and opening his eyes, he blinked when he saw the base of a tree with his hand clutching up dirt.

It didn't register in his groggy mind for a moment but when it did, it had him sitting up where he lied and looked around, while trying vainly to ignore the pain in the back of his head. He saw that he was lying against the tree in the yard near the lacrosse field.

He frowned deeply as the echo of a conversation bounced around in his head. It was distant and distorted, trying to reach for it was like grasping for smoke. Trying to listen to it was like trying to listen for a dog whistle being blown.

He was so focused on trying to remember more about the conversation that he didn't notice someone heading in his direction until said person smacked him in the shoulder. He looked up and stared into angry green eyes. "What the hell, Stiles?" Sam snapped. "I've been looking for you for the last fifteen minutes until someone said you were asleep out here." The witch raised a brow. "What are you doing sleeping out here?" he asked.

"I-I, well, I felt better so I called my dad and told him not to come but I decided to take a quick, ya know, nap…out here…" Stiles lie was horrible and the look on Sam's face told him that he didn't believe it.

"Stiles…" Sam began but trailed off with a sigh. "Well, your dad is going to be coming anyways."

"What? Why?"

"Because that girl, Lindsay, that hit her forehead off the lockers earlier…she was found dead in a stall in the girl's bathroom."

Thunder crackled in the distance as rain, drop by drop, slowly began to fall from the grey clouds above.

Stiles stared at Sam blankly for a moment.

Horror.

Guilt.

Worried.

All of which he should be feeling but he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. I-I didn't kill her! She was still alive when I left her. He thought back what happened earlier and for a moment he was floored by what happened. I…drank her blood like some kind of vampire…I had sex with her; practically…He trailed off not wanting to finish the thought.

"I…wow, what happened?" Stiles asked feigning alarm.

"She fell down the stairs and broke her neck." Sam eyes turned inward as he thought about all the blood on the floor. The fallen dead body of the girl, lifelessly yet still bleeding. Just like at the police station that night. His mind traveled to the night he and his friend were held hostage in the police station by Matt Daehler. "It was like seeing all those dead bodies of the policemen."

The normal numb feeling Stiles felt when he thought of that day failed to make its appearance. He knew those police officers most of his life and the thought of them being dead made him feel nothing, which wasn't the case months ago…or even three weeks ago. "Wh-what's happening now?"

Sam snapped out of whatever trance he was in and focused on Stiles. He opened his mouth to think when something caught his attention. Stiles, thinking he was looking behind him, looked over his own shoulder. "What?" he asked turning forward. "Sam?" He called again.

"Uh, well, it there was a death so they're sending us all home, why is there blood on the color of your shirt?" Sam questioned confused and concerned.

When he fed, he hadn't done it messily but he had done it with his clothes on…he hadn't even thought to check his clothing. His jacket had been taken off so when he pulled it on and zipped it up, it hid most of the blood but…not the smudge on his collar. Stiles cleaned down at it and then back up at his friend. "I, uh, I…"

"Stiles, why is there blood on your shirt? Did something happen to you?" Sam demanded. "Was it from earlier? Did you get close enough to get Lindsey's blood on your?" He asked hopefully.

Immediately, he latched onto the story. "I must have been, I mean, we were both in the nurse and we ran into each other." He lied easily and if Sam thought about it for a moment, he'd probably poke holes in the story. But Sam doesn't have a reason to distrust you of all people. A dark part of his mind whispered in his ear. You're probably the person he trusts the most. Stiles watched as relief filled those green eyes before arms were thrown around him and pulled him into a hug. A tight one.

As soon as Sam's arms touched around Stiles's shoulders, his entire body tensed and he squeezed tightly as the sense of death was staggeringly powerful but he didn't let go. "When I saw that she was dead and that you weren't in the office waiting for your dad like you said, I got worried I thought…shit, my mind immediately went back to everything we had to deal with last year…my mind flickered back to when I had to watch that senile old bastard Argent beat your senseless while I was unable to help…"

Fondness. He finally felt something familiar and for the witch holding onto him tightly. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around Sam's waist. He pulled the witch closer and shoved his face in Sam's neck. Inhaled deeply and another feeling filled him.

Feeling Sam's body pressed against his and his nose brushing the pulsing vein in Sam's neck. He opened he shifted slightly, his lips brushing against Sam's neck purposely and pulled back some; his mouth opening, revealing sharp and deadly fangs.

(End)

So, you get a glimpse into Stiles at the end there and let me tell you…don't think that anything is about to stay a secret or so calm. It's about to get dark and even…a little fun to be honest. We're going to see the dark side of Stiles and I mean actually DARKSTILES this time, not him being controlled by some fox spirit.

Also, Erica…is Boyd's concerns really valid? Do you think something is wrong with Erica?

Alexis Rogue is back and Scott has a little history with her, can you guess? One of you already have. (One of my fave readers btw.)

Also, Stiles won't be the only one to tap into his dark side. ;)

Now, here are some few responses to some comments.

HeartlessNobody13: Well, Theo…he obviously sees Sam won't be an easy target so expect for him to aim lower. Speaking of Sam's family…they're going to come into play very soon. And actually, since Grateful-rain, already guessed…his vision came from his new ability, Empathy. Though, you're not far off on that last part.

Grateful-rain: You're correct. I feel that becoming an empath will lead to some very interesting situations as I've seen in some other television shows. I was going to make him a telepath but decided against it or there would be no mystery. And yes! Stiles as a main character is definitely making this one of my fave sequels. As for Sam and Lydia…they'll get over it.

Also thank you to guest and tredd furia kingsglaive FFXV.

Comments make me happy. Constructive criticism help me better myself. I'm here for all so I'll see you all next chapter.