I fell onto the floor of my bedroom. I was too overwhelmed with what I had just heard to try and stand up. I don't know how I felt about Stiles. I don't know how I felt about anything right now…

"Hey Anna" Stiles stepped inside my room, closing the door behind him. He frowned, "Why are you on the floor?"

I stood up, trying to wipe away the immense amount of dust particles off myself. "Uh… Just hanging out, you know." I laughed nervously, brushing my hands through my hair.

Stiles shook my comment off. "Well Scott is going to Kira's so I thought I'd just hang out with you. Besides, he says you need to be watched 24/7."

I groaned, falling on top of my bed. He jumped slightly at my reaction. "Why does Scott keep saying that? I'm not a two year old." I mumbled into the covers of my bed.

Stiles licked his lips, taking a seat on my bed. "I don't think he means it like that. Maybe he understands what you're feeling when he transformed so he wants someone to be there for you all the time."

"Yeah but I don't need to be babysat."

He nodded, letting the conversation go. There was a brief silence in the air. The sound of his loud, pounding, heartbeat was all I could hear. I tried to drown out the sound, because I knew listening to it would make me even hungrier. It was hard.

"Hey Stiles, I'm really sorry again for yesterday."

He shook his head, "Don't be sorry. We figured out what you were now, so I was glad I could help."

I smiled. Stiles was always so positive. I looked at his pale, small, face. The bags under his eyes were a deep shade of purple. He looked very weary, his eyes bloodshot. "Stiles, you look like a walking corpse. What's wrong?"

He licked his dry, cracked lips again. "I haven't slept in a while. The only time I slept in the past week was at the hospital."

I leapt up into a crouching position, crawling towards him. "Stiles! You need to sleep."

He shrugged.

"I'm leaving!" Scott yelled from the other room.

I leapt off the bed and opened my door, towards Scott. Stiles trailed behind me. Isaac was in the kitchen. "See you later."

"See yea- Anna, are you okay?"

I looked to Scott. "Hmm? Yeah." His eyes were narrowing at me. I frowned.

My stomach growled again. The hunger was starting to be too much. The dry, burning, sensation in my throat did not seize. I took in a large breath. The only sound was the three heaving chests of the men in the room and, once again, Stiles' heartbeat. Stiles shot me a discerning look. My stomach felt gurgley and there was a wired pain. I hunched over a bit. Maybe I wasn't okay… How had Scott sensed that.

Stiles' heartbeat continued to pound through my ears. My thinking started to become unwary and I didn't feel myself. I felt like something was taking over me. Hunger. I looked to Stiles. He was bandaged where I had attacked him yesterday. It wouldn't hurt to have one more taste…

I eyed Scott. He continued to have the same narrow expression. If I made my move fast enough, using my new speed, I could have enough time to bite his neck before Scott and Isaac grabbed me. I looked to Stiles, who looked slightly petrified. I took a step toward him, eyeing his neck.

I was just ready to zap over to him and make my attack, lunging for his throat, but then there were two werewolves holding me back. I assumed they must have caught me in my plans from the transforming of my face. I felt the burning sensation where my teeth came out, and my eyes were blood red. Stiles backed up. I struggled in their brawn arms. I hissed and growled at them. I was so hungry. Just one taste. "LET ME GO." I yelled, trying to pull forward towards Stiles.

They yelled in my ear, telling me to stop, to control myself.

"Control yourself." Scott repeated in my ear, "Control it. Find an anchor. Control it, Anna." I hissed, an inhuman hiss. I looked to Stiles, who was just watching the whole commotion. He didn't quite look scared, but he didn't look thrilled to see this going on. I looked back to the bite on his neck. I had done that. I had hurt him. Why would I ever think about hurting him again? I should never hurt anyone.

If it wasn't for Isaac and Scott, I could have killed him. I would have killed him. Again.

I looked at three boys in the room. Two of them had discerning looks, and the other had a concerned face. I squeezed out of the tight werewolf grasps and used my speed to leave the house. I needed fresh air. I needed to think. I ran, in a matter of seconds, across the yard, down a few streets, and into the forest. It was finally starting to get dark.

I ran and ran, for God knows how long. I just kept running. I needed to run. I had to get away as fast as possible. I knew I shouldn't be running from my situations. My thirst started to pain me even more. I just needed to eat. I needed to eat more than anything, then I could get my mind straight. I would feed until I was full, so I wouldn't be hungry for a while.

I listened to the noises of the forest. There were many smells. It was weird how I could distinct what kind of animals they were just by the sounds they made, and the smell of them. The wind started to pick up, and it was getting colder. It didn't bother me though. I continued to sniff the air. I was just so hungry…

I caught the scent of what I thought to be a bear. It didn't smell as good as humans, but it was better than nothing. I tucked a strand of hair behind my air, listening to where it was. It seemed to be heading east, so I followed it. I sped over at my usual insane speed and watched from behind a tree. The bear was just walking in the middle of the forest, doing nothing in particular. I could lunge at it from the back and hopefully refrain from receiving any damage from its two-inch claws.

I sped over to the bear, and lunged for its throat.

I could feel the slushiness in my stomach as I headed back home. My blood stained and claw-marked clothes were a disaster. Scott would be gone, and most likely Stiles too, so I would just throw the dress out and take a shower. I can't believe I had embarrassed myself like that. I understand what Peter meant about control now. I could tell I was going to have a hard time with this…

I was surprised to see Stiles' jeep in the driveway. He was still there? I don't know if I was happy or worried. I wanted to see him… but only if I could control myself.

I thought back to what I had heard earlier. I was still so unsure of my feelings towards Stiles. For now, I would just forget about them. I would put them aside. I would forget I ever heard them. I promised myself I would.

I stepped through the doorway and sighed.

"You're back." The presence beside me startled me. "And you're covered in blood…"

I stared at Stiles wide-eyed. Why on earth was he still here after all that? I wouldn't have liked me after that. I opened my mouth to speak, but onlya whole bunch of muffled sounds came out. "I… Uh-…"

"You look liked you just came out of a zombie movie. What happened?" He reclined on the sofa. Why was he being so cool about this? He was completely avoiding what had happened a few hours earlier.

"I got attacked by a bear." I slight smile escaped from my lips.

He stared at me for a few seconds, than erupted in laughter.

I walked over to him, sitting close to him. "Why are you still here Stiles?"

He shrugged, "Got nothing better to do."

"Oh, so you'd rather be attacked by a raging, catastrophic, newborn, vampire then sit at home?"

He was bug eyed, then he nodded.

I rolled my eyes in frustration. This boy never gave up.

"You didn't mean to hurt me."

"But what if I did? What if I wanted to hurt you?" I said a little too loud. His heart beat picked up. He was scared of my words.

"You wouldn't hurt me."

I shook my head. I had this rage inside me, which came out of nowhere. These emotions were really starting to piss me off. I abruptly felt so mad at Stiles, and I have no idea why. "Stiles," I paused, tucking my hair behind my ear, "I wanted to kill you."

He shook his head, "No you didn't."

I nodded; still frustrated this boy would not get it through his head.

"No you didn't," he repeated. "You thought you wanted to."

"Stiles, yes I did." I fought back.

"No you didn't," He moved closer to me, our knees touching. "You thought you wanted to. You were hungry, I get it. Hell, when I'm hungry I feel like killing someone too. At least now we know you need to feed as much as possible, so you're not hungry. Don't worry Anna."

I bit my lip.

"Don't worry." He smirked, rubbing my knee. I looked at the placement of his hand on my leg. His warm touch was comforting. I was always so cold. His hand felt like a burn to me. But oddly enough, it was nice.

I smiled, still staring at his touch. "You're crazy, you know that."

"How so?" He smiled.

"Hanging out with werewolves and vampires."

He raised his eyebrows, wiggling them. "I like the thrill of it all."

I laughed again. He always knew how to get someone laughing. He made me feel human.

I heard the click of the key opening in the door, and Melissa stepped in. I didn't know how to talk to my aunt. I didn't really know what to say to her. I just stared at her. She jumped slightly when she saw me and Stiles, but then placed her bag and keys down. She looked at me with comforting eyes. "Scott told me."

I nodded, sighing. That saved me explain this mess.

She took a step towards me, open arms. I embraced her warm, beating body. "Don't worry, hunny. You're always welcome here, no matter what. We're a house full of supernatural creatures!" She smiled, letting me go.

I smiled back at her. "Thanks"

"You're welcome." She brushed my hair back, smiling, then headed towards the kitchen.

I looked back to Stiles. He looked half-dead. His tiredness was really starting to worry me. "Stiles, you need to sleep."

He shook his head. "I can't."

"Why?" I asked.

"Insomnia."

I sat beside him. "Really?"

He nodded, looking into my eyes. His were so bloodshot and weary looking. I felt so miserable for him. He was so tired, you could see it. I don't know what came over me, but I grazed my fingertips along the right side of his face. His face was so soft. I moved my thumb back and forth in a comforting way.

In an instant, his heartbeat sped up. It was that snapped me out of this gesture. I snatched my hand back and averted my eyes to my feet, sprawling my toes out in the carpet.

His heartbeat was still racing, but I refrained from looking him back in the eyes.

I changed the subject. "So did you ever figure out what that key was for?"

He groaned. "Don't even talk about it."

"Why what happened?" I turned my head back to him. He adjusted his position, sitting up more. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out his keys. "It's not there anymore."

"What do you mean it's not there anymore?" I narrowed my eyes at every key, scanning them with my supernatural sight. And, like he said, it wasn't there.

"When I went to explain to Scott what happened, the key was missing. It wasn't there anymore, like it disappeared out of thin air. Like I imagined it."

"Wait, slow down. What did you explain to Scott?"

"Oh, I guess I never told you. You were laying half-dead in a hospital bed."

I nodded. "Yup"

He leaned over on his knees, relaxing his elbows on them, ready for the explanation. "Well, do you remember when I rudely walked out on us dancing?"

"It's okay, I rudely tried to kill you twice." I teased. He smiled slightly. "But yes, I remember. Go on."

"So you started talking about Phosphors. And that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact that someone had to let Barrow in. I went to the school and figured out that the key I had was the key to the chemistry closet. The code that spelled Kira's name was written on the board in my hand writing. It was in my hand writing Anna." he pointed to himself, a worried look on his face. "And I have no idea how."

I cocked my head. "So you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in there from the cops then you… wrote him a message to kill Kira?"

He scratched his head. "No… Yes… I mean, I don't know."

"Stiles I don't think you're trying to kill people."

"Wanna know the weirdest thing?" He didn't even wait for an answer. "There was a news report about Barrow when they caught him, about the shrapnel bomb they used. You know what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws. And he hid the bomb in a detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?"

I thought back to the first couple of days when I had arrived in Beacon Hills. Stiles had played that prank on coach. "The joke you played on coach…"

"That was my idea." I could feel him start to panic beside me. "Remember, that was my idea. That's no coincidence."

I just stared at him, shaking my head. "Stiles, you're not killing people."

He just sighed. "I hope not."

The next few days were somewhat hectic. Ethan and Aiden pushed to be in Scott's pack, everyone found out about what I was, I hunted, My mom phoned a few times and I told her about my accident, leaving out most of the information, but that I was okay, Stiles continued to not sleep, and Derek and Peter had been training me. I had to say, I was pretty awesome at fighting now. And controlling my blood thirstiness was slightly easier now. Derek had told me to find an anchor. It might have been weird, but Stiles was my anchor. And not just Stiles, but a wounded Stiles. Remembering those bite tears I had left in his neck. It made me come back, made me not want to kill. No one knew he was my anchor besides Derek though, and that was probably the only thing we bonded over.

I almost attacked Melissa once, and Stiles again, but I was learning more control. I was finally starting to get the hang of it. I just hope going back to school wouldn't be so bad.

Derek had been attacked with the notorious backwards five mark that none of us understood. Those evil ninja entities were starting to attack more and more and Scott said he thought they came out at night, that mean that they were coming tonight and we would have to prepare.

Chris had informed Scott , who had informed us, that Allison' dad, Chris, actually knew some information about the entities. He suspected they would attack tonight too. He, Allison, and Isaac were going to talk to someone from Chris' past nicknamed 'Silver Finger". He's in town and they think he might know what they are, or what they want.

For once, it seemed like all the attention was off of me. I liked that. A lot.

I hopped off of bed, absorbing the warm sunlight that touched my skin. It was nice to feel heat on my frozen body. I looked at my ring. It's crazy that all it would take is me taking that ring off for me to burn in the sunlight.

I was glad I was going back to school. It felt like my first day again, and I was excited. I dressed nicely in black shorts, a beige tank top, a plaid shirt, and a grey spotted cardigan over top. My hair was in nice, neat, loose waves. I think that was one of my favorite parts of being a vampire. How perfect my hair always turned out to be. The other is the speed. I could wake up 8 and be ready and dressed by 8:02.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror and smiled. My eyes, for some reason, were red. They would fade eventually. I walked out of the bathroom, almost bumping into Isaac.

"Woah, dude, your eyes."

"Yeah I know." I shrugged, "Ready to go?"

He nodded, "Yeah just one sec. I'll meet you in the car."

I headed to the car, locking my door on the way out. A few minutes later, Isaac joined me in my car and we headed off to school.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

I nodded, "I think so."

He patted my back as I pulled out of the driveway, "You can do this. Just call my name if you need me, I'll hear."

I rolled my Isaac, "Isaac, I appreciate your help, but I think if I start going on a murdering rampage the last thing I would do is remember to call your name."

Isaac was quiet for second, then just said "True…"

We drove to the sound of the radio for awhile, until we reached the school and I found a spot to park in. I exited the car, locking it on my way out.

Stiles was a few empty parking spaces away, sluggishly crawling out of his jeep. "Stiles!" I called.

No response.

"Stiles!" I called again.

Again, no response. He was leisurely walking to the stairs, almost tripping over the curb in the lot. His heartbeat was slow. He looked like a walking zombie. I fast walked over to him and took a place beside Stiles, waving goodbye to Isaac.

"Stiles," I waved a hand in front of his face, catching his attention. "Are you okay? You look really, really tired."

He stopped walking. I got a good look at his face, seeing the purple bags under his eyes that were even darker today. "Yeah, just haven't got any sleep." He didn't even smile, which was weird for Stiles. He wasn't himself lately.

I sighed. "You need to sleep."

"How?" He slouched over his shoulders, trudging up the stairs.

I adjusted the strap on my backpack tighter. "I don't know." We went inside the school, and the various scents and heartbeats overpowered me, but I focused on Stiles. He was my anchor. I just had to think of Stiles. As we reached our lockers, I pulled him to the side, gently grabbing his shoulders.

"Ow." He breathed.

I instantly let go, "Sorry! Still not used to this strength." I clenched and unclenched my hands, averting my eyes to them for a seconds, but then back to Stiles. I placed my hands on his shoulders again. "You know, if you can't sleep and you need someone to talk to, you can call me okay?"

He blinked in confusion. "Why?"

I raised my eyebrows, taken aback. "Well you don't have to call me if you don't want too…"

He took a step towards me wailing is hands in my face, "No no no! That's not what I meant. I meant why would you want to talk to me in the middle of the night when you could be sleeping?"

I smirked, "Well I'd help in any way possible to make your nights less miserable. I kind of owe you anyways…"

He grinned, for the first time in a while. "Really?"

I nodded, "Yeah just call me, I won't mind." I grinned, flashing my dimples.

His smile got even wider, "Thanks Anna." He flashed me another huge smile, then merged into the traffic of the hallway.

I turned to my locker, punching in the code. I was grabbing my books, getting ready for class, when I felt two presences behind me. By taking in their scent, I immediately knew who they were.

I slammed my locker closed, pushing my way past the two physique twins. They trailed behind me as I walked up the stairs.

"Anna, haven't seen you in a while. Did you die or something?" Aiden snickered.

Ethan elbowed Aiden in the side, "We're never going to get in Scott's pack if you're a dick head to his friends." He whispered.

Aiden groaned from behind me.

"You look different." Ethan said.

I know they were referring to the new way I had looked. It was weird for me too, and I could see the stares from some of my fellow classmates.

I smiled, slightly.

"So how are you doing?" Aiden asked. I turned to him, just seeing the rolling of his eyes. I could tell he wasn't sincere in his question, he didn't actually care.

I decided to mess with them, and since the hallway was nearly empty now, I didn't go against it. I closed my eyes, then reopened them. They were red now, I could feel it.

I flashed them a wide grin, making sure their eyes were locked with my red ones. "Fine." I grinned, pivoting to walk around to my Biology class, feeling their stares on me.

I walked over, taking a seat beside Allison and Lydia. As soon as I sat down, I sensed their uneasiness. Lydia intently stared at me, and Allison tried to avert her eyes from me as much as possible. I hoped my whole day wouldn't go about being like this…

"You guys okay?" I broke the silence.

Lydia took her eyes off of me, then started shuffling the papers in front of her.

Allison finally warmed up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" She pursed her lips.

I nodded, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? After everything that happened?"

I nodded again, "Yeah," I smiled. "I'm a lot better now."

She grinned, flashing her dimples. "Good." She dropped her hand.

I was surprised to hear Lydia talk after a few minutes of silence. "We visited you in the hospital."

I nodded, "I know, Scott told me." I curled my lips over my teeth, "Thank you, I really appreciated it, even if I was half-dead."

She smiled, still not looking at me. "You're welcome."

"Ms. Miller. You're back." MY teacher walked over to me, a stack of papers in her hand. "How are you feeling?"

I was assuming my news of me getting attacked had circulated the school, only the part of me dying was left out. "I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you. What did I miss?"

She placed a stack of papers on my desk. "Just this." Just this? Just this? This seemed like 3 months worth of work. "I will omit you from the lab today, and you can have time to work on these. They're due at the end of next week."

"Okay, thank you."

She smiled, walking away as her heels clicked behind her.

I groaned in my seat.

Lydia leaned over to me, handing me a few piece of papers. "I can lend you most of the work."

I looked back to her, smiling. This was a new side of Lydia I was seeing, she was being very sweet. "Thanks, Lyd."

She looked at me, for the first time in a while, and sent me a gentle smile.

After History, which Stiles was missing from might I add, I headed to the cafeteria looking for Kira. I hadn't seen her in a while and I missed her. I was isolated for so long that I hadn't seen friends in a while, besides Scott, Isaac, and occasionally Stiles. I searched for her floral scent, and found her to be sitting at one of the cafeteria tables by herself.

I rushed over to her, taking a seat beside her. She blinked rapidly, then her bubbly smile appeared on her face. "Anna!" She shrieked, pulling me into a hug. "You're back!"

I grinned, breathing in her scent again. She smelt really good, so I pulled away. I had to try to refrain from being close to people as much as possible. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you. I'm not sure if Scott told you— "

"He did." She interrupted, "And I don't care! You're still one of my best friends." She was about to pull me into another embrace, but I pushed her away. It was too tempting. She caught my gesture and apologized.

"No, I'm sorry. This will just take a while to get used to."

She nodded. "Oh, okay."

"So what's new in Kira's life?"

She shrugged, munching on her fries. "Nothing really. I just know everyone's freaking out about tonight. They can sense them coming, it's weird."

I had almost forgotten that those weird ninja entities were going to visit again. Suddenly, I started to feel scared. Would they come after me now?

She held out a fry to me, "Fry?"

I laughed, shaking my head.

She stared at me for a few seconds, blinkingly profusely. "You're passing up fries?"

I smiled, "Can't eat, remember?"

She nodded her head, once again. "Oh right! I forgot. My bad."

I smiled again. I listened to the chatter of the cafeteria, picking up conversations about the latest gossip of the school, and peoples plans, and what not.

Kira and I decided to exit the cafeteria, heading to her locker since the bell was about to ring soon. We walked down the stairs together, and that when I heard a conversation that caught my attention.

"Did you tell him?" That was Ethan's voice.

"No, he's got enough on his mind right now." That was Scott's.

I could see them now, Scott Aiden and Ethan all entered through the main doors.

"Well if they're coming for you in a few hours, then so do you." Aiden added.

Kira chatted to me about something, but I tuned her out, nodded at what seemed like the appropriate times.

Scott whipped around to face Aiden. "What if its not me? What if I'm not the one they want?"

"Who else is there?"

Scott turned to me and Kira. He gave me a slight nod, knowing I was eavesdropping. Kira smiled at him, and we walked down another hallway, passing them.

"It might just be going after werewolves." Ethan suggested.

"Clearly it's not if Lydia got attacked too." Aiden argued.

"Well then that means that Anna and I are next."

I shivered. So were they after anyone supernatural? I determined that was my cue to tune out. I'm not sure if I wanted to hear anymore.

I clutched my books tighter to my chest.

It was going to be a long night.

A/N: Hey thanks to my lovely followers and my reviewers again :) It means so much! I tried to portray her transition as best as I could! Let me know what you think thank you for reading. Sorry that this is kind of a boring, filler chapter.