Chapter Seven:

A/N: This was difficult to write, so please forgive me if it's bad. I had a brain twister because I wanted to build Stiles and Drake's relationship slowly to make it more real, but it turned out this way. Please review and thank you for all your support. I love all you guys for it. Happy reading ;)

Back on the rooftop, Stiles and Drake are still close. Their foreheads touch. Their lips nearly touch. But they do not kiss. Neither of them has ever felt this way before. Drake hadn't felt this way in centuries...even when he was with Delilah. Stiles has never been shown this type of affection. She's so new to this, but whenever she's near him, her heart just warms. The only person other than Drake that made her feel this way was...Derek. But they never had this kind of contact. Derek's too broody and emo for it, all because he's still hung up on what Kate had done.

"Stiles, you have no idea how long I've waited to do this." Drake says in a deep voice.

"Excuse me. I am so sorry." A voice behind them. It's Rosalyn. Drake rolls his eyes with a deep guttural growl as he turns to see Rosalyn standing by the entrance/exit door of the rooftop. "Drake, your mother wishes to speak with you. The elders and the nobles are downstairs, waiting for you." Drake sighs at this because this just ruined his perfect moment. He turns to Stiles, whose face has turned cherry red.

"Excuse me. I must go have a talk with my mother." Drake gives her a kiss on the forehead. "Go and enjoy the party. I will join you soon."

"I'm going to stay up here for a moment to gather my thoughts." Stiles says before he leaves. He just nods and walks back inside with Rosalyn. And when they are finally gone, Stiles begins to flip out. She's happy, but scared because she is such a dork and a virgin. "I cannot believe this is happening. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I'm freaking out. I am freaking out."

"Really?" A familiar voice says behind her. The sound of it frightens her because it's...Delilah's. Stiles slowly and cautiously turns around. Delilah is fully vamped out. She has a pair of glistening and deadly sharp fangs. Her face has become paler as darkness fills her eyes. The irises in her eyes have become a wicked shade of violet. Even her nails have lengthened into claws...claws that are sharper and longer than werewolf claws. The sight of Delilah is horrifying. She looks like a demon from hell itself. Hell, a demon couldn't be this damn scary.

"Delilah?" Stiles freezes. Her heart is pumping fast as a rush of intense heat fills her. Delilah licks her lips as she slowly stalks toward Stiles. Stiles backs away until she's at the edge of the building.

"Such a same. You get one taste of Drake and yet, you're freaking out. Such a virgin. It's no wonder everyone can smell it on you." Delilah zips and wraps her clawed hand around Stiles' neck. Stiles didn't even see it. Her speed is incredibly fast, but it's nothing like Drake's due to the age difference. "Your heart is beating faster. That'll just make the blood tastier. But, on the other hand..." Delilah pushes Stiles over the edge like she's nothing. She's so strong. Stiles gasps loudly at the fact that she was pushed over the edge. She closes her eyes, knowing that she's going to die. But as she falls, Stiles can't help but to cringe at the sting around her neck. Delilah's claws scratched her before she was released.

Back at the party, Drake is speaking with his mother and the elders and nobles of all the clans. But he suddenly senses something wrong, including the others. Drake looks. Through the crowd, he sees Delilah, who is still vamped out. But he notices something. Her right clawed hand are stained with Stiles' blood. Delilah smiles with her fangs glistening along with her pearly whites. The crowd moves around her as she vanishes in thin air. Drake's eyes widened at the fact that she had Stiles' blood on her hand. He turns to Ridora, who is still speaking with the elders and nobles.

"Mother, please excuse me." Drake moves through the crowd. Stefan, Dante, Damian, and Nadia see that something is wrong with him. They approach him.

"Brother, what is wrong?" Dante questions.

"I have to find Stiles. She might be in trouble." Drake is concerned.

"Impossible. The others promised to not harm her." Nadia says.

"Guess again." Drake growls. They all think.

"Delilah." Nadia snarls.

They all move with Drake as he goes to the rooftop. They can smell the sweet scent of fresh blood. That is when they all find a spot where droplets of Stiles' blood had fallen. Drake fears the worse. He looks over the rooftop to see a horrible sight. Stiles is lying on the ground. She sees dead. There is no way someone who's human could've survived that fall.

"Get mother. Tell what is happened. Find Delilah as well." Drake jumps off the building. Instead of falling, he glides down with his flight abilities. He hits the ground hard, but he's safe. A large pool of blood soaks Stiles from underneath her lifeless body. Her eyes are shut. Blood seeps from her mouth from the trauma of the fall. The sight of her stuns Drake. He kneels down at her body and embraces her. "Stiles?" He caresses her cheek. "You are not dead. You are not dead."

But she is. There's no sign of life within her. Tears fall from Drake's eyes as Stiles' blood stains him all over. He's pissed off at what Delilah had done. "Come back to me, baby. Come back to me." There is only one way he'll be able to save her...one way to make sure this never happens ever again. He screams out in pain as he transforms himself into his vampire hybrid form. His voice becomes deeply demonic. Drake crooks Stiles' neck to expose the flesh. He roars before leaning down and sinking his teeth inside her flesh to begin the transition. He just prays that this will work.