Chapter Four:

A/N: Sorry for the wait. Work has been hell and college is about to start up again, so I need to schedule my new classes. Btw, the person who's been begging me to post my new Twilight fic, it's up. I hope you like it. There's a lot of stuff that is going to be different in the story from the last version. Hope you enjoy this and thank you all for sticking by me. I am truly grateful :)

Back in Beacon Hills, John, Derek, Scott, the pack, and the others have been going crazy while trying to find Stiles. They need to find her. They're doing everything from making a website, trying to call her, calling every news station in the country, and making flyers. Derek and the pack feel entirely guilty and saddened because she's gone. They're worried for John too because he's been crying his eyes out ever since she left. Melissa is always there to comfort him. Derek already knows what he has to do. He has to step up and explain to John that it was him who hurt Stiles so much, it made her run away.

On the other hand, Scott has been having trouble walking straight. He still cannot believe that his best friend stabbed him in the dick with a blade dipped in lupitine. It still hurts, but he has healed. Dr. Deaton suggests that he should rub some ointment which makes Issac and Allison laugh despite the situation they are in. Scott knows why they are laughing, but he ignores them.

Meanwhile, Derek goes to the Stilinski household where John is drinking himself to death and crying for his daughter. He knocks on the door and waits. John comes to the door. He's confused to see Derek standing in front of him. "Derek, what are you doing here?" The sheriff says in a gruff voice. Derek can practically smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I'm here to confess to something." He knows he has to lie about the supernatural part, but he still has to tell him about him and the others turning their backs on Stiles to keep her safe.

"Come on in." The sheriff goes back inside the kitchen. Derek walks into the house, closing the door. He follows the sheriff inside the kitchen and sits at the family table. "Do you want anything? Water? Soda? Mr. Jack?" He gestures at the half bottle of Jack Daniels sitting in front of them.

"No, I'm fine." Derek says. There's a long pause between them.

"O...Kay. What is it? Did you kill someone?" The sheriff questions with squinted eyes.

"No." Derek scowls. "It's about Stiles."

"What about Stiles?"

"...Several weeks after Stiles woke up from her coma and came home...I turned my back on her. Scott and the others did too." Derek confesses. John is completely confused. "We only did it because...we needed to protect her. We wanted her safe." Derek is ready for a fist to connect with his jaw, but it doesn't. John sighs deeply, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together in his head.

"So let me get this straight...my daughter comes home from her coma and then you guys decided to destroy all ties and friendship with her in order to keep her safe?" John states. Derek nods. John gets up and goes over to lean against the counter. Now he knows why Stiles was acting severely depressed and why she went away. Derek stands up and cautiously approaches him.

"I know what I did was wrong, but it had to be done..." WHAM! John sucker punched Derek so hard, he almost went cross-eyed. He stumbles back a bit because damn, that hurt.

"Protect her?! PROTECT HER FROM WHAT?!" The sheriff roars with rage.

"I can't tell you. It's for your own good and it was for hers too." Derek says calmly.

"Get out of my house. GET OUT!" John yells. Derek has tears in his eyes. He leaves the house and shuts the door closed. John breaks down once he knows he's gone. There's a sharp pain in his stomach. He begins to sob his heart out. Meanwhile in Derek's Camaro, Derek's eyes are flowing with tears. He's pissed off at himself as his wolf howls in pain. He's just lost the light to his darkness...Stiles.

(Morning: Chicago/Penthouse)

Stiles is lying down in what looks to be someone's bedroom. This is not the hotel she's staying in. As she awakens, she begins to writhe comfortably in the king sized bed. This bed feels so good. But then she begins to remember everything that happened last night. Stiles snaps her eyes open and sits up. She's been tucked in as she checks to see if her clothes are still on. 'Thank you God!' She thinks. Her clothes are still in tacked. This bedroom is classy and roomy as well. She looks around when suddenly Drake comes inside with two cups of coffee.

"Good morning." He says. Stiles jumps out of the bed and stands in the corner. Drake sits the mugs down on top of his dresser. He sighs. "Don't worry. I've taken care of that guy who hurt you. I brought you here to my penthouse. I didn't do anything. You passed out, so I laid you down on my bed and tucked you in. I slept on the couch and now...here we are." He grabs one of the cups and offers it to her.

"What the hell are you?!" Stiles says. Drake's shoulder drop. He rolls his eyes.

"Stiles, you cannot fool me. I smelled werewolf on you the moment you walked into that bar and grille. Let me guess...your the alpha's mate." He suggest. Stiles shakes her head because there's no way Derek would give her the time of day. He's too broody and sulky and she's too energetic and awesome.

"No, I'm no one's mate."

"But you belong to a pack?"

"What are you?" Stiles asks once again.

"...I'm a vampire." Drake rubs his forehead. Stiles is entirely confused. "And before you go all Twilight on me, I am nearly 10,000 years old and I belong to the first family and bloodline of vampires. And no, we don't sparkle in the sunlight." He grins.

"What? How? How is this possible?"

"Let me just say we were blessed by a witch named Ridora. Ridora desired to become powerful with the gift of eternal youth...so she turned herself and my father into a vampire. But that came with a downfall because in order for them to live eternally, they had to feed off the essence of a human...blood. Our father turned my entire family into vampires. Thus, we were the first vampire family or clan in the history of time." Drake explains. Stiles is intrigued by the story. "Soon, more vampires were beginning to pop us, forming clans and covens all around the world. We were able to walk into the sunlight with no weaknesses. We were eternal. But that was until a witch coven in Egypt decided to place a curse on us. This curse made sure that we could never walk into the light ever again and that we may never touch silver." Derek pauses for a bit. He goes over to open the curtains letting the sunlight into the bedroom. But he doesn't burn. "But because my family and I are belongs to the original bloodline of vampires, somehow we had no effect upon the curse."

"So you've been like this for over 10,000 years? Wow." Stiles is amazed.

"I'm just wondering. Why are so shocked by this if you hang out with werewolves?"

"I had an idea about it, but...I don't know."

"I know it's strange and a little scary to be standing next to the enemy, but calm down. I won't hurt you nor compel you. I promise." There's a long pause between these two until..."Do you have any knowledge on why werewolves even exist?" Drake asks.

"I've done my research on the net." Stiles admits and Drake scoffs.

"The internet is full of lies. It's a liability." Drake sighs. Stiles grabs the other coffee cup and begins sipping it. The coffee tastes delicious. "Werewolves were created to exterminate us. They protected the humans once, but then they started to have the side effects of being a what they were. The wolves were beginning to crave the flesh and blood of humans. They were beginning to lose control of their humanity. Many were able to control it through their anchors which could be anything...such as love, especially that of a true soul mate. The werewolves were made to become the perfect species. My kind feared them because...a bite werewolf could kill them. Their venom is absolutely toxic to us. That is why my kind are cautious when they are near, especially during the full moon."

"I see that the human is awake." A voice says. Stiles looks to see the same girl that Drake sat next to inside the bar. The young woman places her hand on her hips and sighs.

"Please excuse my dear sister, Carissa. She can be quite the strumpet." Drake grins.

"I am not a strumpet, Drake. Besides, what it the point of being immortal if you cannot explore the pleasure the world has to offer you?" Carissa strolls over to Stiles. "So you're Stiles? I'm Carissa Dagan. Let's get something straight. My brother might have taken a liking to you, but if you so much as try to hurt him or do anything to expose what we are to humans, I'll suck you bone dry."

"Trust me, I wasn't planning on it. I was planning on going back to my hotel room." Stiles says like the smartass she really is. Drake chuckles. He loves the way Stiles show no fear.

"Ooh, I like her. Despite knowing that we can rip her throat out, she still has no fear." Carissa smirks.

"That's because this isn't the first time I've dealt with the supernatural cliché."

"Cliché? Nice." Carissa turns to Drake, who has a laughable grin on his face. "I can see why you like her. She's got spunk. And she smells delicious like fresh ripe fruit and happiness." Carissa retracts her fangs. That's when another woman in her early forties with long chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes like Drake and Carissa. She's slim, quite tall, and incredibly beautiful.

"Carissa." The woman says in her old English accent. "How many times do I have to tell you to act civilized towards our guests?" Carissa turns around to see her mother standing there, retracting her fangs away. She knows she's busted.

"Sorry mother." Carissa bows her head as Drake goes over to their mother.

"Stiles, this is our mother, Ridora Dagan." He introduces and Stiles is confused again.

"Ridora? As in Ridora, the one who turned you all into...?"

"I am her. It is so nice to meet you, Miss. Stilinski. What a unique name?" Ridora comes over to offer a handshake. Stiles takes it out of respect and fear. "Please don't fear me. No one will hurt you in this house. You are very welcome to stay here if you like." Stiles nods and smiles. "Drake explained that you were attacked last night, but he took care of it. Would you like some breakfast?"

"Yes. Sure." Stiles, Carissa, and Drake follows Ridora out of the bedroom and through the penthouse. Stiles is amazed with shock to see how roomy and beautifully neat the penthouse is. They stop in the living room where six people are hanging around. There's three girls and three boys. They are all so beautiful and fit for vampires. Stiles sees that they are all wearing the same rings as Drake, Ridora, and Carissa. The ring is made from sterling silver with black onyx.

"Stiles, these are my children. This is Stefan, Elisaveta, Nadia, Dorian, Dante, and Damian." They all greet her. "Everyone, this is Stiles." Stiles waves at them shyly. "Stiles please come with me." She follows Ridora through the house and into the kitchen. There's another woman there...a maid. "Now, what would you like? You can have anything?" Ridora gives her a warm smile. Stiles is so shy.

"Pancakes and a three cheese omelet?" She quietly says. She's not use to all this attention.

"Sure. Rosalyn would make it for you. You have such a healthy appetite for a young girl. Sit here and make yourself comfortable. I will call the hotel and cancel your reservations." Ridora says. Stiles wonders when she found out about her staying in a hotel. "We know about you, Stiles. Reports have said that you are missing from a small Californian town called Beacon Hills. Many people have been searching for you for days now." Before Stiles can say anything, she interrupts. "Don't worry. You are safe here. May I please question why you've ran away from your home?"

"It's complicated to explain. That town has brought me too much pain...so I left and I don't want to go back. It's for the best. The people that I know, including my father would be better off without me." Stiles looks down because she's afraid she said too much.

"I see, but you are so young. Family is important, Stiles. It is your choice to go back or stay here. If you wish to stay then I expect you to stay hidden for the time being." Drake is standing behind his mother. Ridora turns back around to see him. "I must leave to run some errands. Make sure she's taken good care of. I'll have her valuables sent here. And behave." Ridora kisses Drake on the cheek then leaves.

"Yes mother." Drake replies.

(…)

The day was entirely confusing and exciting for Stiles at the same time. She has learned the truth about vampires and now, she's staying with the most ancient and most powerful vampires in the history of time. Drake's siblings wonder what they are going to do with her if she chooses to not go home. She's afraid because of what happened to the maid, Rosalyn. Rosalyn belonged to the oldest bloodline of hunters. Her entire family killed Ridora's husband by beheading him and burning him to ash. Ridora found Rosalyn when she was just a baby and she took her away before Drake and the others annihilated her entire bloodline from the face of the earth. Rosalyn's blood is purely special which explains the bite marks around her body. She's also been compelled to forget her family and become their slaves for life. Rosalyn does not her true potential because she inherited her family's hunting skills.

Stiles becomes afraid for her. And that is why she must leave. Her valuables have been finally given to her by the middle of the afternoon. She decided to take a shower first then a small nap before wanting to leave. She stays in Drake's bedroom as she packs her bags and make sure she has everything. Drake comes inside to see her packing. He was really hoping she would stay.

"So, I guess you are leaving?" His voice startles Stiles, who turns to see him. She nods.

"I'm thinking about traveling for a little bit. I have enough money to get me by, so it shouldn't be a problem. Thank you for your hospitality." Stiles says nicely.

"I can sense your fear, Stiles. Why are you so afraid? We will not harm you. I'll make sure of that." Drake says and Stiles stops and turns to him.

"I'm not afraid of who are you are? I'm afraid of you because of what you can do. I know I've been around werewolves. And I know that I try to not act like I'm afraid...but I am. I'm human which means that I am weak and fragile. I'm not a special being. You're a vampire, Drake. You feed on human blood, so how can I trust you to not hurt me or feed on me in any way? I don't want to get in between your family because we barely know each other. We'd only met just yesterday."

"I know that, Stiles. We might not know each other so well, but in due time...we will. If you don't want to go home and just keep running until those who searching for you finds you then do it. It is your choice. I just wanted us to be friends. It looked like you needed one." Drake says. "I can sense your inner pain, Stiles. And as for control, I am 10,000 years old. I have total control over my thirst along with my other family members. I wish for you to stay as long as you can. If you do, you have my word...I will never harm you. I can give you everything that you truly desire. I can make you feel alive." His words sink in as Stiles thinks about her choice. She looks back and forth from her bag to him. Drake crosses his arms. His face is so sincere because he wants her to stay.

(….)

Back in Beacon Hills, John is lying asleep in his bedroom. It's night. All the lights in the house have been shut off. A bottle of Jack Daniels is sitting on the dresser beside john's cell phone. The cell phone suddenly comes alive. It takes John a couple seconds to sit up and grab it. He's really drunk. Through blurry eyes, he sees that it is Stiles who is calling him. John quickly answers it.

"Stiles!" His voice is gruff and slightly slurred. "Stiles, please. Please come home. I miss you. Please baby, tell me where you are. Come home, please." He begs.

"Dad, you have to listen to me." Stiles says on the other line. John is glad to hear her voice. "I'm not coming back home. Do not look for me. I am fine."

"Stiles, please." John begins crying.

"Dad please. I don't want you to cry. I want you to be happy. If you truly love me, you would forget about me and just live a happy life. I'm fine and I'm safe. But this is last time you will hear my voice. Don't ever call me again. But before I go, I just want to know that I will always love you and cherish you. I want to thank you for everything that you've done for me. You mean so much to me." Stiles begins crying on the other line. "Tell the others that I love them too." And with that, she hangs up. John slides out of bed and onto the floor. He is completely broken as he cries out in agony.