Derek drove past the moss decorated 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sign and exhaled. He had been gone for about two weeks on his trip to New York. He had tried to find Mark but was unsuccessful. The trip was still useful as it gave him some time to ponder over the situation at hand. Stiles was a vampire now. Thing were very different, he had said and done things Derek would have never thought his Stiles would do.

Derek made a left turn; avoiding the street he usually took that led towards Stiles house and gripped the steering wheel. He didn't really have a set plan; he didn't know what he was up against. He still didn't know who had turned Stiles, if Stiles was stronger than him or what had happened with Jackson.

So many unanswered questions. Important questions. His knuckles were white with the vice grip he had on the steering wheel. He'd have to take this with a head on approach. Someone turned Stiles; someone stole Stiles life from him. That's what he needed to take care of first. Find the fucker who caused all of this.

He turned and pulled onto the Hale property, he removed his key, got out of the car and started walking to the charred house. His mind was still filled with thoughts on how he would handle the first course of action when he entered the house and removed his coat, flinging over the stair banister.

"Hey Sourwolf"

Derek's heart skipped a beat; he spun around to where the voice had come from. There was Stiles, leaning back against the front door with his legs overlapping, arms folded and smiling. Derek's heart rate increased. Stiles looked ok. Way better than he had the night of his change. Of course, he had clothes on and wasn't drenched in blood but he seemed…more in control.

"Stiles, you uh…you look better than last time" Derek said focusing on slowing down his heart rate. He was sure Stiles could hear it.

"Yeah, I'm wearing clothes now" Stiles scoffed stroking the bit of skin his v-neck was exposing, "though; I was hoping you could change that, you see, a side effect from feeding is extreme horniness and Derek…I'm horny"

Derek gaped and shook his head "Stiles, we need to talk. You have to tell me wh-who did this to you" Derek felt the blood rise up to his cheeks. Why can't I control my self? He thought to himself.

"Because it's me, I always know ho-"

"Don't…" Derek clenched his jaw "don't do that. Stay out of my head"

Stiles smirked, stood up off the door and stalked towards Derek. "What's wrong Derek? Don't like me in your head? Makes it too easy right? Can't hide your thoughts and how you're feeling from me?"

Derek looked away and felt himself involuntarily tense up. He knew where Stiles was going with this. He prepared himself.

"I should've had these powers a long time ago, probably would've made our relationship a little easier." He nodded to himself "I never knew what you were thinking, how you were feeling. And you never want to talk." Stiles was circling Derek as he spoke his right hand caressing Derek's shoulders as he went.

"Now I can just read your thoughts and find out for myself" he stopped in front of Derek, grinning, and wrapped his arms around the slightly taller mans neck as he stared into his eyes. Suddenly he stumbled backwards and squeezed his eyes shut.

"What the fuck was that?" he grumbled eyes glowing and fading in retaliation.

Derek's brows rose, it had actually worked. He composed himself quickly.

"That was you telling me about how you felt the day after your mom died, how you thought it had all been a dream-"

"Stop Derek"

"How you woke up and went into your parents' room to find your dad kneeling at her bedside crying, how your world shattered all over again"

"I fucking said STOP!" Stiles growled fangs protruding out as a threat while he took another step back.

"How you knew you couldn't lose your dad, how you had to keep him from dying emotionally. Pulling him away from the bed and holding him until he stopped crying" Derek's pulse was hammering; he was taking a big risk here. Stiles could either runaway, kill him…or kill him.

Stiles grabbed the sides of his head and crumpled to the floor. Derek wasn't expecting that. He hurried over to Stiles and held his head close to his chest. He felt wetness through his shirt. Stiles was crying. Sobbing actually, as he grabbed on tight to Derek's shirt.

"Derek, I…I..said stop. Why didn't you stop?" Stiles said between hitched breaths. It was all an illusion to his humanity. Vampires didn't need to breathe.

Before Derek could answer the front door burst open and Jackson sped through, snatched Stiles away from Derek and crossed the room. Derek stood up and roared, claws extracting and fangs growing. Jackson's a vampire too?

Jackson's eyes shone as he glared back at Derek and lowered Stiles to the floor.

"Jackson? You too? I…thought Stiles killed you" Derek growled

"Well surprise! I'm alive! Well…not really. Jesus, fuck…what did you do to him Derek?" Jackson said pointing to Stiles trembling form.

"I reminded him of who he really is; he's not this thing he's been turned into. He feels, he loves, he cares" Derek said shifting back to his humanized form. He hadn't shifted to his full alpha form but it was just underneath the surface.

"Well gee Derek, tell him how much of a monster you really think he is" Jackson sneered, hands in his pocket as he strolled over to Derek "tell him how much of a monster you think he is" he eyes widening sardonically

"Jackson you're twisting my words" Derek glowered. Violent behavior wouldn't get him really far; he could practically smell the bloodlust coming from Jackson. If Jackson wanted to fight he wasn't sure if he'd win, and he'd lose Stiles.

"No, I'm pretty sure you called him a thing" Jackson knitted his brows begging Derek to deny his words.

"I didn't mean-"

"No, you meant exactly what you said. You don't care about him; you're just like the rest of them. Taking and taking until you don't need him anymore. Then you forget about him" Jackson was standing in Derek's face now.

Derek's wolf was going ape-shit, it felt the challenge from Jackson and wanted to do nothing more than tear him to shreds. Stiles was his, only he should be protecting Stiles. Not this arrogant bastard. Derek's claws grew involuntarily. Jackson's eyes snapped downward noticing the change.

"Oh am I angering you?" Jackson narrowed his eyes and laughed

"You know I love Stiles, I'd never say or do anything to hurt him" Derek gritted out; it was getting harder to hold his wolf down. It was clawing at his insides and howling its throat raw.

Jackson narrowed his eyes to slits, "Hmm…are you sure you love Stiles or his ass?" He flashed a big toothy smile.

Derek raised his brow and his wolf stopped abruptly. His eyes flickered over to Stiles who was standing up and walking over to them and then back to Jackson.

Stiles had a unreadable look on his face as he stopped shortly behind Jackson. "Jackson enough, lets go" he said sternly.

Jackson turned his head back to Stiles; "What? I just asked him a question." He turned back to look in Derek's confused stare, "I mean like…I'd totally understand; it's phenomenal…the way his ass squeezes down on my cock, it's insane".

Derek stepped back and looked wide eyed from Jackson to Stiles. What? He thought to himself, though he wasn't aware that he had also said it out loud.

Jackson smirked a pointed over his shoulder to Stiles with his thumb. "Oh! He didn't tell you? Yeah, Stiles and I have been fucking for the past two weeks. burning, bloody, fucking. Honestly I don't know how you dealt with it…you know, him being a screamer and al-"

Derek exploded in to full alpha form and thwacked Jackson across the room and through a wall like a rag doll before he could finish his sentence. He roared and charged towards the hole. Jackson was roughly back to his feet before he was charged through another wall by Derek.

If any vampire had been reading Derek's mind it would prove to be pointless. There was only one thing on his mind. Kill, kill, kill. He leveled Jackson down into the weak floor boards with his paws and jammed his claws into Jackson abdomen as he slashed the vampires face.

Jackson's body jerked up at the impact and blood filled his mouth, Derek growled and lifted his paw to inflict another blow knock Jackson's head off. Kill, kill, kill

He went to bring his paw down but it was stuck. He growled and turned to see Stiles holding his arm. "Derek, don't!" Stiles shouted. Derek pulled his claws out of Jackson and used his other arm to knock Stiles away. He roared and turned back down to Jackson who gagging on the blood filling his mouth. Derek was no longer in control. He skimmed around Jackson's body in a haze of fury deciding where to attack. He chose Jackson's neck.

Jackson screamed as the fangs came down and bit into him. He was swinging and kicking into the alphas body, he was even breaking bones; but the adrenaline running through the alphas body blocked out the pain. Stiles sped over again grabbing the alphas head and neck whispering in its ear. "I love you, Derek I love you. You don't need to do this".

The alpha stilled, still keeping Jacksons neck in its jaws. Stiles began to stroke the fur on its head and whispering in its ear. "He doesn't mean anything to me. I only love you. I'm yours. Now let him go you big stupid Sourwolf."

Jackson could feel the alpha's weight shrinking him until it was Derek back in his human form. Derek's face was covered in Jackson's blood and he was completely nude having burst out of his clothes when he shifted. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily.

"Stiles I…"

He heard the door shut and opened his eyes. Jackson was no longer beneath him and Stiles wasn't holding him. They were gone. He exhaled shakily and fell back on the nearest wall. He dropped his head into his shaking hands as he tried to hold on to the sound of Stiles voice.

I love you, Derek I love you

Stiles laid Jackson down a fallen tree and sat next to him. Jackson was writhing and screaming as his body healed. His insides had to rearrange themselves, when Derek jammed his claws into his abdomen he tore up his organs and moved things around.

The feeling of them pulling themselves back together was excruciatingly painful.

"FUCK! Fucking-ah! I'm gonna- I'm gonna kill him" Jackson choked out.

"You shouldn't have taunted him you idiot…I'll go find you something to feed from" Stiles said blankly getting up and speeding deeper into the woods

Jackson thrust his body into the fetal position and grinded his teeth together. His insides were putting themselves together and tearing themselves apart again as he body was still in shock from the unexpected attack and wasn't healing correctly, he needed to calm down. "This fucking sucks…ah! Stiles hurry up!

"Calm down. It can't be that bad"

Stiles was back and he was carrying a deer with one hand around its broken neck. He bit it and held it to Jackson's mouth. Jack wrapped his arms round the small deer pulling it into his check as he fed viciously.

"Wow. Calm down Jackson. Seriously" Stiles said sitting back down on the tree and looking into nothingness. Jackson was done wit the deer in an instant and through it to the floor. He was completely healed and his eyes were glowing. He sped his way from his laying position on the log to a standing position behind Stiles.

He slowly let his hands glide over Stiles' shoulder down his chest and to his navel.

"Mmmmm, I'm never going to get sick of this feeling" Jackson purred into Stiles ear. "The blood, it just, ughh. It just turns me on so much." He started nipping on Stiles neck. Stiles pulled away.

"What the fuck Stiles!? What's your issue?"

"Nothing, I'm just not in the mood ok. Can we go now?"

"No! You shrugged me off last time and now you're doing it again" Jackson barked.

It was in his instincts to be horny and lustful after a feed. It was the natural instinct of vampires. Interrupting it made them very irritable.

"Whatever, I'm leaving" Stiles grumbled vacantly before Jackson was pinning him to the ground and sucking on his neck, forcing his hand down Stiles pants.

"Jackson! Get off!" he pushed Jackson's face with his hand and tried to move but Jackson had just fed. He was stronger than him.

"Stiles, just…stop fucking moving and let it happen" Jackson growled tearing Stiles' shirt open. Stiles gasped and kneed him in the groin and he fell over.

"Jackson, I know that it's in our nature and everything, but really? Attempted rape? He failed his arms. Some things just never got old.

"Is this about what you said earlier?" Jackson questioned, finally regaining composure "Because I did hear you"

Stiles narrowed his eyes, "I said that to save your stupid dead life"

"You sure? Sounded pretty sincere to me" Jackson cocked his head "though I'm not sure Pavel would like that, not that I would tell" Jackson stood up loomed over Stiles who was now sitting on the fallen tree again

"It was nothing. I knew it would calm him down, so I said it. Now back off"

Jackson snorted and buckled his pants. "Honestly, I really don't care. I just need to get laid." He said walking away from Stiles. "And since you're not putting out…I'll have to find other…resources". He smiled and sped off.

Stiles sat in the middle of the woods; listening to singing birds, the family of bears that were a couple hundred feet away, the sound of water trickling over the rocks of a small stream nearby, and the rhythmic thuds of a woodpecker creating anew home for itself. He closed his eyes finding peace in cacophony of sounds.

Shortly after his zen was interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping. He opened his eyes and smirked at the large deer that was a few feet away from him eating a patch of grass located near the stream. His eyes flashed amber as he stood up and slowly approached it.