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Teen Vampire
Chapter 10
That night at the lake house on Friday night was by far one of the roughest nights for Stiles thus far. When Liam asked what he was, instead of admitting his vampirism, he brought up his possession. When Liam asked what he was now; his answer was unsure and strained. Better? Was he really better? Was a vampire any better than a nogitsune? Even if he were still human, something told him his answer would have been the same. The evil fox spirit had done some serious damage to both his body and his mentality. Either way, he lied his way through the whole 'You're a werewolf now and we're all freaks too. Welcome to the pack' ordeal with little trouble.
Then came when the full moon lingered over, causing both Liam and Malia to lose control. He somehow kept himself from going into some crazy defense mode and was able to not rip everyone to shreds. Though the scent of dog was so strong that it caused his insides to roll and caused the...bat within screamed in near agony and disgust. It screamed at him to kill the lower supernaturals but Stiles refused to let it win control. He had fed, he was strong and he was in control. He was pleased to discover that the full moon had no effect on him. He could still play the human while everyone lost it.
Stiles had made it through the night of the full moon with his skin tingling and his body vibrating with adrenaline. He had somehow helped Malia through the night, even helping her gain control. He wasn't quite sure how he did it, really. Everything within him was telling him to just end her right then and there. That was one the roughest things about that night; he liked Malia. In what way, he wasn't sure, but they were close and the last thing he wanted to do was rip her heart out.
Only when did Lydia reveal the Deadpool did things really turn for the worst. Someone was offing all the supernaturals in Beacon Hills. The poor guy who delivered the beer keg just so happened to be next. Lydia was on the list; so was Scott, Kira, Derek, a bunch of people Stiles knew vaguely; some were already dead. What got Stiles worried the most, was the fact that Lydia had only cracked a third of the Deadpool.
The fact that Stiles didn't know over half the list was what made the night so rough for him. It filled him with dread. He could very well be on that list. How was he supposed to explain to his friends why he was on the list if his name showed up? What would happen if they found out? No. He needed to calm down. He was only just turned and he was well hidden. Even Lydia couldn't tell he wasn't human and he didn't even have a heartbeat. Actually, that would probably work against him.
The weekend didn't seem to fair any better. Another supernatural had dropped and the fact that even Kira was on the list was starting to make Stiles restless. Worst yet, one of the killers was a student.
That Sunday night, after he and Scott explained everything to his dad and while Lydia was at the lake house to find the other key, he called Roman. He demanded they meet up. The call led to Stiles standing in the woods in the middle of the night with the elder vampire next to him.
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"This is going to cause a few problems for us." Roman said, the man was in deep thought.
Stiles gave his master an incredulous look. "A problem? A problem? This is way past a problem!" Stiles yelled, flailing his arms around. "My friends don't even know I'm now part of the supernatural club! What happens if my name is on the list? How am I supposed to explain that? And what if my name isn't on there now, but ends up on it because I slip up and someone sees me taking a bite out of someone? What about you? What if you're on the list? Kira's on the list and you can't even tell she's a kitsune. She just found out she was! Oh god, I am on the list, aren't I? I'm going to die." Stiles rambled.
"Enough!" Roman barked. "You're getting worked up over nothing."
"Nothing? How could you call this nothing? Aren't you the slightest bit worried that a trained supernatural assassin is coming for your head?" Stiles yelled, his voice echoing in the trees.
"Have you forgotten who we are?" Roman out, seemingly offended.
Stiles stared at the elder vampire with a questioning, confused look. His eyebrows were raised.
"We're vampires, Stiles."
"All the more reason to go after us." Stiles shot back.
"All the less reason to go after us." Roman countered. "All these supernaturals that are on this list, are small fry. Werewolves, wendigos, Banshees, kitsunes; small fry. Well, compared to us. They're of the middle class in the supernatural hierarchy. Your alpha friend; upper middle class. We are an elite class of supernatural. We know how to hide ourselves and no assassin is fool enough to come after us-" Stiles cut him off.
"What if these assassins don't know what they're going after? The Deadpool just shows the name how much they're worth. They don't know what brand of creature they're gunning for."
"True, but it's not like that's a problem for us. Who ever comes after us would be dead before they even lay a finger on us. Your problem isn't whether you're going to be killed, it's keeping your identity hidden. We have to make sure your name stays off the list. I don't want this getting back to me. The very existence of vampires would be uprooted."
"And how do we do that, exactly?" Stiles asked.
"Lay low, keep your bracelet on at all times; it's the only thing keeping you human, no more going out on late night feedings-" Stiles cut him off once more.
"Then how am I going to eat?"
"Bagged blood. It's not as good as fresh blood, in fact, it's rather disgusting but it keeps the hunger down. I can bring it to you. I'll even give you a hidden location where you can hide it. Putting blood bags in the same fridge you share with the sheriff won't bode well. We also can't meet up for a while or at least not as often. It'll draw too much attention. The reprima bracelets may keep us hidden but a vampire's presence tends to leave a mark if they come around too often."
"So," Stiles mumbled. "act human and play dumb is basically what you're saying." The immortal teen commented.
"Would you rather be exposed and show up on the Deadpool?" Roman questioned.
Stiles shook his head. "No. I just hate this. I'm sick of people dying and now there's a bunch of assassins going after my friends."
"Then make sure they don't succeed." Roman said.
Before Stiles could make a response, there was the familiar sound of the air shifting and Roman was gone. The teen's chest inflated as he forced unneeded air through his unusable lungs. He let out the air through a sigh. Stiles let his eyes scan the dark forest. The waning moon's light reflected off his vampiric eyes, causing them to glow a dark blue. The moon, in his opinion, still looked more full than anything but the calmness of the wolves within Beacon Hills proved him otherwise.
Thoughts danced in his head. He was going to school with assassins. There were people within the halls he walked almost everyday that probably wanted to off him and his friends. The worst thing about it, this wasn't the first time and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last. He needed to figure out who the the benefactor was and get the Deadpool gone and he needed to do it soon.
Stiles began to walk back to his jeep, which was parked on the edge of the forest. It was a fifteen minute walk. Seriously, wasn't there an easier way to get places? He was a vampire for the love of god. Wait, how did Roman do that thing? The thing where he could just vanish on command. Could he do it? Stiles stopped walking for a moment. He stood silent and listened to the forest. Was anyone around? He couldn't hear anything. He sniffed the air, just in case. No dog scent, well, it was very faint.
The teen's eyes widened for a moment when he picked up the scent of another wolf pack. That must the pack Scott suspected was in Beacon Hills. The one beer keg guy was a part of. They were miles away, hidden, but Stiles could smell them. He growled low in his throat. It was a quiet, barely audible growl. This town had way to many wolves for his liking. Why the hell did Roman bother with Beacon Hills? It was infested with werewolves. Why turn a human who's in a wolf pack? Stiles didn't know why but right now, he had other problems at hand.
He brought his focus back on what he was doing. How does he do the thing? The jumpy and disappeary thing? Not a word but he didn't care. He tried to focus on the night he fought Roman with the bracelet off. All that energy coursing through him like that was all he was made of. The memory of that came back to him in vivid detail. It was so hard to forget what it was like to feel so powerful. Stiles tried to imagine all that energy within him once more but all in his legs. He could almost feel it buildup as he thought about it.
Stiles bent at the knees, ready to run. He shut his eyes, concentrating hard on that feeling. He could feel it; the power, He could feel it all the way down to his bones. He dug the balls of his feet into the forest floor. Stiles opened his eyes and ran.
Everything around him immediately became a blur, melting into streaks around him. Wind hit him in the face like he was standing on top of a car going 100 down the highway. His feet weren't touching the ground. It was like he was gliding through the air at high speed. He flew by trees, bushes, and small forest animals like he was in a different time field. His surroundings seemed to be unaffected by him as he sped by.
Stiles's feet hit the ground. He pushed off it and set himself sailing once more. He felt himself begin to grin. This was incredible. It was like he was experiencing a totally different part of the world that no one knew existed. Holy shit, this was awesome! Was this what it was like for Scott when he first changed. When he first began to grasp what he could do. Stiles felt like he was experiencing a different level of what Scott may have felt and it was exhilarating.
He giggled to himself, enjoying the feeling of power coursing through him. The next time his feet hit the ground, Stiles pushed off even harder. He picked up speed and everything blurred even more. He let out a string of laughter. He was still debating if he liked being a vampire, but it was moments like this that made him love it.
"UAHUGH!" Stiles's face connected with a low branch, hitting him right across the nose. His body sailed through the air, turning from vertical to horizontal. His back hit the ground with such a force that, had he been human, it would have knocked the wind out of him as well as breaking a bone or two. The branch snapped from the force he exerted on it. It fell on top off him, though he paid it little mind. He was too preoccupied writhing on the ground in agony. He didn't break anything but it still sure hurt like hell.
"AAAhh!HAHAmm." He rolled around, holding his bleeding nose. He was suddenly thankful his new vampiric skeleton was hard to break. "Owwww, dammit!" He yelled at himself. Just his luck. Just his fucking luck. He should have seen this coming. Like, literally; he should have seen this coming. He running through the woods, he should have expected he would hit a fucking tree.
Stiles rolled on his side and slowly and awkwardly began to picked himself off the ground. He pushed the good sized branch off of him. Leaves and dirt stuck to his clothes. He grumbled to himself, cursing his luck the whole time he stood up.
"Stiles?"
"AH!" Stiles screamed and flailed around to meet the eyes of none other than Derek Hale. Stiles stumbled around a bit, trying to comprehend everything at once. He stared at Derek with a confused expression. "Dude, don't you know not to sneak up on someone like that? You scared the shit out of me."
"You're bleeding." Derek said. It came out like a statement. His eyes were filled with concern and confusion.
Stiles pulled his hand away from his nose and look at the blood that piled into his palm. "I was? Really?I thought this was cherry filling." Sarcasm poured thickly on his words.
"What happened to you and why are you even out here? It's late and it's dangerous out here." Derek growled.
"Why are you out here?" Stiles retorted.
"I was patrolling the area, making sure there weren't any assassins hiding in the woods. Now what are you doing out here, Stiles?" Derek demanded.
The young vampire eyed the beta. Something was off. The wolf smell that was supposed to cling to Derek was weak. He knew everyone seemed to suspect that Derek was weaker than before he was dragged to Mexico, but something was very wrong. He smelled less of dog and more of human. Was Derek turning human?
"Stiles!" Derek snapped, bringing Stiles out of thoughts. "Answer me! Were you attacked?"
The teen wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve. He shook his head. "I wasn't attacked. I was uh- I was trying to find clues of the other werewolf pack that Scott thinks is hiding out in Beacon Hills. I wasn't watching where I was going and I hit a tree." Stiles lied.
"It's pitch black out here; what were you expecting to find? And how hard did you hit the tree?" Derek asked, his eyes gazing at the broken branch on the ground.
Stiles followed his gaze. Shit, come up with a good excuse, Stiles! "It-it uh-it must have been rotten or something. Already partially broken. I-I think it may have an animal that hit it before, maybe a deer." He rambled. "I don't really know. I didn't even realize it was there until I hit it. It's kinda dark out."
Derek's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He could tell Stiles was hiding something, but with his wolf senses fading, he couldn't tell what. He eyed the teen, calculating his appearance. Even in the dim light of the moon that passed through the trees, he could tell that Stiles was paler than usual. It wasn't even an unnatural sickly pale; it was more of a creamy porcelain pale. His eyes trailed the teen's dirty clothing; he was dressed almost completely in black save for the green t-shirt he wore under his jacket.
The older man's thoughts drifted to his conversation with Scott. The alpha had voiced his concerns about the strange change to the only human pack member. Derek could see it now. Something was very different about Stiles. He couldn't tell what exactly, but knew it was there.
"So uh-" Stiles suddenly spoke, "are you just going to stare at me or can I head home now? I'm getting blood everywhere."
Derek snapped to attention. "Oh. Yeah, get home and come back out here alone." He grumbled before turning away and heading back into the woods. The wolf still seemed half lost in his thoughts as he walked away.
Stiles watched him as his figure disappeared into the woods. The young vampire wiped at the already dried blood under his nose. It had already healed. The teen was amazed Derek hadn't noticed that Stiles's nose stopped bleeding way too soon. He bulldozed a tree branch and somehow hadn't broken his nose. That should have been the former alpha's first clue.
Derek was really losing his werewolf powers.
Stiles guessed he should be thankful for that. He wondered if Derek would have been able to smell the supernatural energy in his fresh blood. Stiles couldn't really smell it cause it was his own blood, well, sorta. A mix of blood he drank. Great, he thought. He just lost blood, which means he would need to feed sooner than usual, though he hadn't quite figured the exact time span he needed to eat.
He gave one last look at the broken branch and walked off towards his jeep. Thanks to his little super hero Flash re-inaction, he was almost to his old beloved vehicle. The pain and injury from hitting the branch was gone, but he was now worried about Derek. He was more than likely going to tell Scott about this, drawing even more attention to him. Stiles didn't need this. He needed to stay hidden and off the Deadpool. If only there was a way to keep Derek from telling Scott.
Stiles came to an abrupt halt, his eyes widening when an idea clicked in his head. No, he couldn't. He couldn't use the Allure on Derek. That would be a severe betrayal to the pack. Yet everything in him was telling to do it. In fact the bat in him screamed at him do it, refusing to even allow the thought of possibly being outed by a wolf who was losing his powers.
The young vampire growled softly to himself, conflicted. Stiles weighed the pros and cons of using the Allure on Derek. The pack was already starting to get suspicious. Derek was going to make it worse. Yet, if any of them ever found out, they would feel betrayed. The very thought of the pack founding out made his bat roar in anger. Stiles growled in response to his bat, his eyes flashing.
Dammit, why was it such an issue telling the pack? They were already very much involved in the supernatural; would it really be a bad thing to tell them? Even with that fact in mind, every instinct in him was telling him not to tell them. Though they both of the supernatural world, it was like they were in totally different ball parks.
Vampires had a serious superiority complex. Stiles was even having trouble being upset about that fact. The longer he was a vampire, the more the vampiric instincts effected his thought process. Human Stiles would have never saw himself superior or better than anyone especially after the nogitsune; quite the opposite. Now, as a vampire, it was impossible not to think in such a way. When the word 'human' came to mind, he thought 'food'. He thought 'werewolf', his bat screamed 'dog'. Now it was like the guilt caused by the nogitsune had completely faded.
This was becoming a problem. He needed to stop thinking in such a way. He felt his bat screaming in protest. Stiles silenced it and stomped to his jeep. He was not using the Allure on Derek and he was not betraying his friends.
Wow, okay. Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while. I just have had no motivation to do, like, anything for a while but I finally got the next chapter up.
I got some Derek/Stiles one-on-one in the woods. Stiles still doesn't have the grace of a vampire and he's having an internal battle with himself. What's your guy's thoughts on Stiles thinking about using the Allure on Derek? Should he have done it? Did he make the right decision?
Also: I think someone may have already mentioned this: credit to whoever did. Eventually I will bring in other vampires so I was wondering if you guys would like to make some OC's for me? You don't even have to go into much detail about them or you can go into serious detail. I may end up editing them so they fit into the story like I want. I definitely need appearance, personality, and name. I know so far I've only had two vampires but they will eventually play a major part in it. Also, Some OC's may not play a part in this fanfic, but in the sequel.
Yes, I already decided. It's confirmed: THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL.
You guys are the absolute best and I would love to hear your ideas on OC's.
Another thing "TheHallow": I will admit, your guess was good but don't worry, you didn't just guess the entire fanfic. Though I do love hearing both yours and everyone else's thoughts on where they think this fanfic will go. I enjoy reading them.
I think, as it stands right now, this is the most popular vampire fic in the Teen Wolf fanfics. I could be wrong.
Well, I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter. I'm going to try to upload more frequently. Thanks so much for all your complements! Can you believe this fic has 153 reviews!? I'm not even done! Thank you! Okay, I'm done here. Bye!
