A/N

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! Thanks also for being patient. The next chapter after this will be up on Thursday, no changing that. I don't think it will get back to being updated daily, cause that was near impossible! Also, the next chapter is really long. Thanks again and as always make sure to review and check out my other stories, and enjoy!

Ch. 7

Run Right Back

Stiles opened the door to his new house to find Caroline waiting for him, tears streaming down her face.

"Stiles!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Oh my god! Stiles!"

"Woah, Caroline, it's alright!" Stiles said, surprised. "It's fine. The attack's over."

"What attack?" Caroline asked, bleary eyed. "Did I miss something? I-I left. I was just so scared-"

"Caroline," Stiles asked, careful to keep his voice quiet and even, "what happened?"

"I- I- I" It took Caroline a moment to regain her composure enough to speak. "I was at the game. With Damon. I- We were kissing. And then he just kind of stopped, and when I asked why- he- his face-" Caroline shuddered, and Stiles knew what she saw. Black lines, dark eyes, fangs. "He bit my neck. And it hurt! I- was so shocked, I couldn't scream. Then he stopped, and, his face was covered with my blood, and then- oh god- he looked at me, his pupils dilated weirdly, and he told me to forget it and go home. Then he left! I- I went home! I didn't know what else to do! I've been waiting for you! Stiles, what happened to me?"

Caroline was near crying again, so Stiles sat her down at the couch in their living room. He looked at where her neck connected to her shoulder. There were four shallow teeth marks. It would heal quickly. Stiles ran to the bathroom and grabbed a wet towel to clean the blood off her shoulder while Caroline looked at him bleary-eyed.

"Caroline," Stiles said when her shoulder was clean. "do you trust me?"

Slowly, Caroline nodded.

"Damon is a vampire." Caroline started sobbing again. "He was feeding off of you, Caroline." Stiles continued over her rattling sobs. "He was using mind control to make you forget. Those earrings I gave you had an herb in them, vervain, that broke his hold over you. I can help you, Caroline, but you need to believe me."

Caroline stopped crying and took a shuddering breath. "I believe you." She whispered. "I just don't see how I couldn't have known. I mean, his face-"

She was cut off by the sharp sound of the doorbell. "That'll be Bonnie." Stiles said, rushing to the door and throwing it open. Sure enough, Bonnie stood there with her arms crossed.

"What's going on?" She asked, looking a little alarmed. Instead of answering, Stiles ushered her into the house, and she took a seat next to Caroline on the couch. She took in Carolines tears and gave Stiles a questioning look.

Stiles took a deep breath. "You wanted to know who the vampires were." Bonnie nodded. "Caroline, do you want to tell her or should I?"

"Wait, how does she know?" Caroline asked Stiles, pointing to Bonnie. "And how do you?"

"Short version? Bonnie's a witch and I come from a family of supernatural hunters."

Caroline blinked a few times. "Okay." She was regaining her composure now, straightening up and wiping her face. She turned to Bonnie. "My boyfriend, Damon, he attacked me tonight. Stiles said he's a vampire."

Bonnie's eyes widened to saucers. "And Stefan?" she asked. Stiles nodded. "Oh my god. I knew something was off about him, but then Elena-" Bonnie began to panic. "Does she know?"

"I don't know." Stiles admitted. "It shouldn't take long for her to figure out, though."

"We have to tell her!" Caroline wailed, half hysterical.

"Stefan and I had a deal." Stiles regretfully admitted. "He would help me kill Damon, and it wasn't spoken, but I think he wanted me to stay away from her. As if that will end well..."

"She has to know!" Bonnie said. "If she falls for him... one way or another she's going to die."

"I know. Stefan broke whatever understanding we had when Coach Tanner was killed tonight. His screwed up love story is not worth the lives of this town." Stiles said with steely resolution

"Damon killed Tanner?" Bonnie asked. Stiles nodded.

"Call Elena. Get her over here." Bonnie nodded and went to make the call. Caroline, looking pretty okay despite having the world shift under her feet, dried her eyes and turned to Stiles, all business.

"She's a witch and you're a vampire hunter?" She asked, eyes flashing.

Stiles gulped. "Ah, yeah. About that..."

By the time Elena arrived at Caroline's, the girl in question had seen Bonnie perform a light spell and heard Stiles explain his heritage. Stiles was impressed with her strength. Not only did she not run screaming from the room, she had several questions.

"Vervain hurts them and wooden stakes kill them?" The gleam in Caroline's eyes was kind of scary. She clearly wanted revenge for being used by Damon.

"Yep." Stiles said simply.

"But these aren't the kind you normally hunt."

"My brothers, and no. They don't have to die. Their blood turns instantly instead of healing. They die by decapitation." Stiles answered. Caroline opened her mouth and was about to spout another interrogation when the doorbell rang, silencing her.

"I'll get it!" Bonnie yelled, already halfway to the door.

"You are telling me about the werewolves later." Caroline told Stiles sternly. Inwardly, Stiles groaned. What had he gotten himself in to?

"Hey Caroline!" Elena greeted warmly as she entered the room, still in her black jacket. "Stiles!" She added, surprised to see him, still not used to the odd living arrangements.

"Elena." Stiles said with a curt nod. He reserved his hugs for people who didn't unknowingly fall in love with deadly vampires. And Lydia.

"What's up?" Elena inquired, taking off her coat and sitting down. "Bonnie said it was urgent?"

Caroline looked at her friend reproachfully. Bonnie shot a nervous look at Stiles, who had migrated to the floor and was absent-mindedly tracing symbols into the carpet. He gestured for Caroline to continue.

"Elena..." Caroline began, "there's something you need to know about Stefan."

Before she could continue, Elena collapsed backwards on the couch with a groan. "Oh, I knew it!" She lamented. "I knew there was something up about him. I mean, the guy who saw him in 1953, and the names on the founder's lists, and his creepy brother..." At the mention of Damon, Caroline flinched. "What is it?" She finally asked, sitting up straight and flopping her hands around anxiously.

Caroline glanced sideways at Bonnie before continuing. "He's a vampire."

Elena stared at Caroline for a second before whipping her head around to Bonnie. "First you're a witch and now Stefan's a vampire?"

"You told her?" Stiles asked Bonnie, surprised.

"Well, yeah." Bonnie had the decency to look guilty.

"Guys!" Elena said, throwing her arms out to silence them. "Stop. It doesn't matter. I don't care."

No way. Stiles thought to himself. Please don't tell me she's not about to say what I think she is.

"I don't care that he's a vampire." Elena finished.

"Oh god no!" Stiles groaned. "Elena, come on! Do you know how many people he's killed? Cause I don't! But I'm sure it's a lot!"

Elena grimaced, but held her ground. "That doesn't matter. What I feel for him is real."

"Elena!" Bonnie reprimanded. "You don't know anything about him! For God's sakes, his brother killed Coach Tanner tonight!"

"That was his brother!" Elena said indignantly. "That wasn't him!"

Caroline interjected, and unlike her friends' slowly escalating voices, hers was quiet. "Damon used me. He fed on me, compelled me to be his girlfriend. Elena, how do you know that that isn't you?"

Elena stood still. "What?" She whispered. Stiles took the opportunity to walk up to her.

"Elena, can I see your necklace?" He asked kindly. Dazed, she nodded. She reached behind her head and undid the silver clasp, before pouring a stream of silver into Stiles' outstretched hand. Stiles examined the necklace in his hands. He turned it over and over, sniffed it, and handed it back to Elena. "She has vervain. She hasn't been compelled."

"See guys?" Elena implored, way too casual. She ran to the doorway and grabbed her coat. "I'm going to see Stefan."

"Elena, Wait!" Stiles yelled, rushing to the door.

"No, Stiles! Look I don't know how you know this, but it's clear you're a threat to Stefan. Let me talk to him! We can work something else!" Elena looked frantic, her calm composure was breaking. It was clear she was more freaked out than she was letting on.

"Stefan and I had a deal." Stiles muttered. "It ended when Damon killed Tanner." Elena shook her head frantically, tears in her eyes. She opened the door and slammed it behind her.

"Well now what?" Caroline asked indignantly, fully recovered from her crying jag earlier.

"I have an idea." Stiles began tentatively, pacing in front of the fireplace while Bonnie and Caroline sat on the couch in front of him. "You're not going to like it."

"What?" Caroline asked. Bonnie leaned forward, curious.

"You're going to have to act like nothing happened. Don't break up with Damon. If he suspects you, he'll kill you."

Caroline smiled. "I get to go undercover. Don't worry Stiles," she said in response to the worried look on his face. "I know how to act like a dumb blonde."

Stiles yawned. "I'll probably have to teach you two how to hunt." He murmured exhaustedly.

"I'll ask grams to teach me a few tricks." Bonnie said in agreement. She, too, yawned, and began to make her way to the door.

"One more thing, Caroline." Stiles added as his makeshift sister was about to retreat to her bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"Keep an eye on your mom. My brothers, Sam and Dean, were under the impression the townspeople know more about these attacks than they let on." Caroline nodded, all traces of her crying gone, replaced by sheer determination. As much as Stiles was loathe to admit it, she'd make a great hunter.

"Bye guys!" Bonnie said with a wave as she exited the Forbes house. Three doors slammed from exhaustion. Caroline and Stiles retreated to their respective rooms. Stiles called his brothers, got voicemail. He collapsed on his bed, thinking of how much Caroline and Bonnie reminded him of his friends. He had shaped his friends to be warriors, back in Beacon Hills. Sure, they were unaware of his involvement, taking his suggestions like he was a scared kid as new to this as the rest of him, and for the most part things turned out okay. Until they hadn't. But now he could be frank with who he was. He could protect all of his new friends without keeping secrets! Everything would turn out fine. Still, the old families, the attacks, the human connections, it was all too familiar. Stiles' last conscious thought was this. Haven't I been through this before? What would that mean for his future?