Authors note: Hi everyone! I'm on time! :D Hahaha, yeah, definitely something to be happy about. I do want to let you guys know that my finals are coming up here shortly so it may be a little bit hectic for a while, so I'm sorry if I get off track schedule wise - however, after finals I have a few week break from school before my Spring semester! I'm pretty excited. Not so excited that I dumbly signed up for an 8am class, but... well, coffee is a good friend to have, hahaha.
By the way, please be my eyes! If you notice I left out something I normally always add, please let me know! (I forgot the to be continued thinger last time... and I might have accidentally titled it as chapter twelve rather than eleven... I was very VERY tired while I was editing that one, hahaha). But I am just one gal so if I make any mistakes please point them out for me, I appreciate it! :)
Oh, and I'm sorry for not being able to reply to reviews, that'll change from now on! Work was very crazy for the last couple of weeks since we had a good amount of travelers in our little town. :P
Chapter title: Give it Time by Tyrone Wells (Sadly I haven't been able to find a Teen wolf video with this song as of yet, but I got this from another youtube video about the show Merlin. It's such an amazing series and honestly when I'm finished with this fanfiction that just may be the fandom I step into next! :P The video is by Legendary Dreamer missjessieban. She actually has a ton of videos that I love for several different TV series' and movies, so if you have the time definitely be sure to check her out!)
Ramblings done, please enjoy! :D
Previously:
Relaxing slightly, but wondering who else was with Scott, Stiles left the kitchen and began walking to the door, opening it just as Scott was beginning to knock.
His chest tightened immediately when he saw who was standing next to his best friend.
Lydia.
Chapter Twelve - We're Gonna be Alright
Stiles' eyes focused in on her, and when he saw the concern in her eyes his chest only tightened more. He couldn't. He couldn't ever tell her. He looked back at Scott, who tried to give him a small smile.
"I thought everyone was meeting tomorrow?" Stiles asked, swallowing thickly when he heard how hoarse his voice was.
"He seems fine," Lydia said to Scott after looking Stiles up and down several times, "I thought you said something happened to him?"
"She didn't want to wait," Scott said with a shrug.
Stiles swallowed once more, feeling his palms start to sweat with wished they had waited. He wished he only had to experience this terrible fear once more. Actually, he would've wished to never experience it again, but even he knew how selfish that was.
"Come on in," He said with a soft sigh and stepped to the side. Lydia came in first, smiling at him - he was able to force a small one for her in return, thankfully - followed by Scott, who looked apologeticly towards him. Stiles closed the door behind them before breathing deeply, forcing his fears and nerves down so he could focus, act more like his normal self. Lydia couldn't know any more than Scott did. He didn't want anyone else to know, ever.
They all went into the living room, and just as Lydia and Scott sat down on the couch, Derek came in.
"Derek," Lydia greeted, eyebrows pulling together slightly in a frown, "You're back?"
"Yep! Came back yesterday." Scott supplied, and Stiles leaned against the wall by the entrance of the room as Derek took a seat in the same armchair he chose yesterday.
Stiles crossed his arms over his chest to keep them from shaking.
Lydia hummed in response, eyes following Derek as he sat down before she looked back at Stiles. "So," She said, "Tell me whatever it is, Stiles. Stop being nervous."
Nodding, Stiles opened his mouth, but just like this morning, he couldn't find the words. His speechlessness obviously made her worry, because Lydia straightened and held her hands tightly together on her lap.
"Want me to tell her?" Scott offered, looking at him in concern as well.
Stiles shook his head, "No, I mean, I'm gonna have to say it all tomorrow, just…" He sighed, "I mean, it's such a ridiculous thing to say, really. It shouldn't have happened."
"But it did," Derek said, and Stiles clenched his fist. Tensions were rising between the two of them ever since their argument this morning, but he knew the reason why it was showing itself now. Derek must be getting upset about Stiles showing no progress in their tests yet. Just like he was, even if it had only been a handful of times throughout a few hours.
Scott took a moment to glance between the two of them, and Stiles sighed, trying to relax again, "Lydia… I.." He sighed, frustrated, "Remember when we all found out you were a banshee? And we, you know, didn't freak out?"
Lydia raised an eyebrow, "Well, we all knew I was something... but, yes, I rememb-"
"I'm a vampire," Stiles blurted out, cutting the last of her sentence off and immediately feeling nauseous was the words left his mouth.
Lydia opened her mouth to speak, frowned, and closed it, simply staring at Stiles blankly.
"Why did I get a whole roundabout thing and she gets it clear as day?" Scott asked, leaning back on the couch with a teasing grin on his face.
Stiles ignored him, not taking his eyes off Lydia long enough to even roll his eyes at Scott.
Suddenly, Lydia's face cleared, and she stood up, walking over to Stiles at a slow pace. He tensed further with every step she took, gripping his arms tighter against his chest.
Then she reached him and pulled him into a fierce embrace.
"I'm sorry," She said, holding him tight.
Swallowing and blinking quickly, Stiles moved his arms out from between them and wrapped them around her waist. He let his head fall down and he buried it in her hair.
"I'm so sorry," Lydia said again, rubbing his back gently.
Stiles relaxed against her, still blinking away the moisture gathering in his eyes. "I'll live." He said, "I don't know about forever or anything, but I'll figure that out one day."
Stiles felt more than heard a small laugh at that, even if it was an actual worry that he had. Vampires were known for immortality in all the myths, after all. Then again, they were also known for burning at the first sign of sunlight, but after the clouds from the storm cleared away this morning, nothing had happened to him. He pushed those thoughts away, for now, and let himself smile with her.
"It's going to be okay," Lydia said, pulling back to see Stiles, and he saw tears shining in her own eyes. She brought her hand up and covered his cheek, "I promise, Stiles, it will be."
Stiles nodded, trying to keep the smile on his face even as it became harder to do so, "'Course it will be,"
She nodded, too, leaning on her tip-toes to give him a small kiss on the cheek. She then pulled him in for another quick hug before leaning back, giving him a reassuring smile. "I assume Scott is here for details? He was kind of jittery on the way here."
Stiles looked at his friend, who was still leaning back on the couch with a small smile on his face after watching the two of them.
Stiles then looked back at Lydia and shrugged, "Scott's jittery all the time." He said, smirking at Scott's now put-out expression he saw from the corner of his eye.
"Think you're confusing me with you, bud." Scott said, crossing his arms.
Lydia laughed, "You both have your moments." She then pulled away completely from Stiles with a smile and moved to sit back on the couch.
Stiles took a seat on the armchair by Scott, opposite to Derek.
"There's not really much to say, I'm still figuring out everything."
"How'd it happen?" Lydia asked.
"A guy attacked me the night before last, in the park nearby." Stiles shrugged, acting nonchalantly, as though it wasn't an event that changed his life forever, "He said that he was leaving town right after so we'd never meet again, and yeah. Not much else to it." Lydia narrowed her eyes, but Stiles ignored it. There was no reason for her to suspect anything else. He'd even sat down without wincing, there was no other sign anything was wrong.
"What can you do?" Scott asked, looking excited.
"I can hear pretty well, but do you guys have to focus for that to happen? I learned earlier that I do.." Scott and Derek both shook their heads, Derek with an eyebrow raised, "Other than that, speed. Maybe. I mean, I can't really remember moving in general, so, that's probably it," Scott looked confused at that, but Derek confirmed he did move quickly with a sharp nod. "One downer seems to be that I don't have super special healing powers like you two, though."
"You sure?" Scott asked with a frown and Stiles nodded. "Well... that sucks."
Stiles snorted, "Yeah, tell me about it. Uh, night vision, that's pretty interesting. And then there's the sharp teeth and creepy eye thing. There may be more, but from what I can tell, you have it better than me." Stiles finished with a short shrug.
"Don't forget the ears." Derek said, smirking.
Stiles rolled his eyes, "Better than yours, still." He shot back.
"Whoa, wait," Scott hurried to say while sitting up straighter, just as Derek was opening his mouth to retort, "So you have this whole transforming thing too? Can I see?" Lydia also sat up, seemingly interested as well.
Stiles hesitated, glancing at Derek for a moment before looking back at them, "Well, I still can't really control it, so, that's probably a bad idea."
"What makes you shift then?" Scott asked, "Is it anger, like us?" He gestured at himself and Derek.
"No," Stiles shook his head, "I mean, maybe it's a factor, I don't know." He shrugged. "But, as far as I'm aware, it happens when I, you know, smell blood." He felt his face heat up as Lydia's eyes widened, and Scott pursed his lips.
"That's pretty gross. Speaking of, are you alright?" He asked, "I mean, you don't like die if you don't eat, right?"
"Well, Derek did say, once, that it's a possibility." Stiles said, wanting some attention off his personal eating habits.
Scott immediately looked at Derek, waiting for him to elaborate on what Stiles said.
"That's just what I've heard, I don't know if it's true." Derek shrugged, "It's just what one of my cousins said."
"Shit," Scott said, "We've gotta get you to eat then."
"What are we supposed to do, pick up some random person off of the streets?" Lydia asked Scott. Stiles didn't find it shocking at all that she seemed more curious rather than adverse to that idea.
"Oh, right, you don't know," Scott said, looking at Lydia, "Stiles only feeds off werewolves." He said with a shrug.
She looked stunned for only a split second, then a small, teasing - though Stiles preferred to refer to it as evil - grin formed, "Well then, you're pretty meaty, serve yourself up." She said and pushed Scott's shoulder, making him lean towards Stiles.
Stiles watched it happening with a small smile of his own, until Scott replied.
"That's not a bad idea, actually. I mean, I'll heal anyway. Here," Scott said, holding out his arm for Stiles, making him freeze.
Involuntarily, his eyes lowered to the wrist held before him, still amazed, and disgusted, that he was able to see the blood flowing in the light green veins. Swallowing thickly, he closed his eyes.
"I'm fine," Stiles said, "That's not anything you have to ever give me, Scott. And don't. Not ever. Seriously," He said, opening his eyes and staring into his friend's eyes, avoiding looking at the wrist still held out in front of him. "You don't seem to understand how dangerous I am."
Scott rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine." Then he shifted closer to the edge of the couch, "I'm serious, Stiles. I don't want anything to happen to you. So drink."
Avoiding the temptation, Stiles stood up quickly, taking quick steps away from Scott until his back hit against a wall. "And I'm serious! I don't need it."
"He doesn't," Derek said, just as Scott opened his mouth to argue back. "I let him feed on me yesterday; vampires last a long time on a little bit of blood. I heard draining a werewolf leads to a vampire surviving a month or two, I imagine as much as he had yesterday should probably last him at least a week, if not even longer." Derek explained, setting Scott at ease.
Stiles, meanwhile, wasn't so sure. Maybe it was the tests they were doing, but he didn't feel satisfied. He wanted more blood. But he wouldn't take it. Not ever without being offered. He would promise himself that at least. But he'd never take from Scott. Or Liam. Or Hayden...
"Well... that's good, then," Scott interrupted Stiles' thoughts, snapping him back into the present and allowing himself to relax after seeing the small smile on his friends face, "But, dude, really, gross." He said with an over-dramatic grimace, and Lydia slapped his shoulder, which just made Scott laugh.
To be continued.
Authors Note: I hope you all liked it! Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter, too. I tried to add to it during the edit but it honestly didn't need very much, and the last thing I want is to add words just for there to be words and hurt the flow of the story. Next one should be a little bit longer at least! :)
I can't wait to hear what you think!
Thank you!
Nucleus
