Chapter Fourteen:

Morning rises as Derek and Stiles sleep comfortably in his bed. The sun shines brightly through the large window. Stiles wakes up to feel the incredible heat seeping off the alpha. She tries to play out everything that happened last night. "What the hell happened?" She says to herself. The mating bond is complete as Stiles looks down at Derek. Derek is sleeping like a baby. He's never slept this good in a while. Stiles lifts herself off of him, but freezes when she feels that he's still inside of her. His semen has dried to a crust down her legs. But for some reason, it doesn't bother Stiles. She feels at peace. But suddenly, she remembers Drake and trembles in fear.

"Oh shit." She whispers to herself. Stiles gets out of the bed and gathers her clothes to get dressed. She needs to leave and take a shower. The memories of the night still play in her mind like a movie. Every touch and kiss was heaven. But she cannot be with Derek despite the fact that deep down inside, she still has strong feelings for him. Stiles still loves Drake. "Oh, my God, I'm just like vagina girl. I'm such a slut. This is so wrong." She says to herself. Her emotions are getting to her. The pain in her heart is too much to take as her eyes mist in tears.

"Stiles." The husky deep voice of Derek approaches with his naked body. He wraps his arms around her and the pain that burning within Stiles vanishes. She feels at peace again. "Where do you think you're going?" Derek says seductively as he kisses, licks, and bites the flesh around her neck with human teeth. He turns her around to see the tension in his mate's eyes. It worries him.

"I can't be here. I need to leave." Stiles doesn't want to, but she has to.

"But why? I want you to stay." Derek's eyes are soft.

"I know, but I can't stay. I need to go to him." Stiles rushes out of the loft, leaving Derek heartbroken. The thought of Stiles feeling love for Drake...he wants to kill him. But the question is...how do you kill an ancient vampire who is invincible?

(….)

The Stilinski Home

Stiles sneaks through her bedroom window, which makes her laugh because she remembers how Scott and Derek would always do this. She can hear her dad's heartbeat. He's asleep. Stiles knows that she has to compel him soon, so he can forget about her. But Stiles can't help it. She misses her home, her dad, school and most of all...her friends. The only problem was the fact that she felt like a sidekick. She was never good enough. Scott got the bite and became popular while Stiles became second class. She was never attractive enough, not good enough for Lacrosse, not good enough for the pack. And that is what drives her hatred. It just adds more fuel to the fire.

Stiles jumps in the shower, running the water on hot. She cleans herself as she tries to think about Drake and not Derek. Though, she has come to a realization that she loves them both. The live for both men has twisted her mind. Derek is...Derek. He's an alpha and a powerful at that. He just can't express his feeling because of all that horrible shit that went down between him and Kate, including the alpha pack. Then there's Drake. Drake treats her right. He's not afraid to show his true feelings. He may be a vampire who will rip your spine out if you piss him off, but he's so sweet. Drake is rich and so damn fine like Derek. But money nor looks doesn't have to do with anything. Love is worth more than that. Stiles knows it is. She just hates herself because she doesn't want to string both men along. She's not that type of person. The choice just pains her, that's all.

Stiles gets dressed in her normal clothes before she became hot. Someone's outside her window. It's the Lamia, but they stay hidden. The Lamia smells her scent. But soon, it vanishes when Stiles senses the creature. Stiles retracts her fangs and growls at her window. She goes over and sees that nothing is there. She retracts her fangs into her gums and sits on her bed, gathering her clothes from last night. Then she remembers...

"Shit, my Lambo." Stiles leaves out the window, closing it before jumping down. Her cell phone buzzes. There's a text message from Derek.

Sourwolf: Issac dropped your car off at school. The keys are on the front left tire.

Stiles huffs because if Issac laid one scratch on her car, she will kill him. She begins to levitate and flies through the air until she finds the school. She lands somewhere no one can see her before walking. Stiles tries to keep her head down because everyone in town believes she's either dead or missing. The sound of all those heartbeats pounding with warm flesh blood coursing through their veins is making her hungry. Her gums are throbbing and her throat slowly restricts. Every human around the school smells so delicious, but Stiles knows she cannot do anything right now. She can make a blood bank run at the local hospital. She stops when she sees Scott standing against the car with her keys.

"Hello Scotty." Stiles rolls her eyes. She tries to snatch the keys away, but he doesn't let her. He's not happy. And Stiles can only guess why. "Give me my keys."

"You almost killed Allison and her dad." Scott growls.

"That bitch and her father almost killed Derek. Her dickass dad shot me in the head with a hallow point! It hurt. I returned the favor." Stiles smiles.

"Stiles...how did you so bitchy? You're just like Lydia."

"I'm hotter than Lydia, sweetheart. Now give me my keys." Her confidence is stronger than before.

"No." Scott puts the keys behind his back. "Not until you apologize to her." Scott says and Stiles is appalled. There's no way she's apologizing to that bitch. She's lucky Stiles didn't rip her fucking head off. Fucking hunters need to learn their place.

"Give...me...my...keys or I will give you a prostate exam with my teeth." Her eyes gleam violet. Her gums are pounding even more and it's beginning to get painful. "The last thing you want to do is piss me off when I'm hungry." Scott gulps, but he's standing his ground. Stiles reaches and touches the left side of his neck. "The jugular vein and the carotid artery are two of my favorites, but the..." She reaches down and runs her hand softly by his groin. Scott squints and holds back a whimper. Stiles leans in to lick the skin of his neck. Scott moans and looks around to see if anyone's looking.

"Stiles stop. Please." He pants as a small bead of sweat drips down his forehead. Stiles backs away with a big grin on her face, but this doesn't stop her from rubbing closer to his groin.

"The femoral artery is my most favorite. The blood flows more freely down there." Scott's eyes flash gold as he stares into her eyes. "You feel it don't you, Scott?" She hurries to grab the keys and push him away. "Don't mess with me ever again and tell your girlfriend that if she tries to threaten my life again, I will kill her. And I will make you watch." Scott looks to see Allison staring at them. Stiles hops into her car and drives off, revving the engine. Jackson and Issac sees this. They can sense the tension between Scott and Allison. Jackson raises an eyebrow.

"Since when did Stilinski become so hot?" He asks himself. Issac just shakes his head and rolls his eyes at him. Jackson goes back inside.

A/N: I had to cut this chapter short. Sorry guys. Review and thank you for all your support. I love all you guys. Oh, and I'm sorry for all you Drake fans. He's my best creation. I know having Stiles sleep with Derek would piss you guys off. I'm not going to lie, I like Drake better too, but this is a Sterek fic. Tell me who do you think is better for Stiles. Vote now. Btw, today is my birthday, so I'm going to take a break. But it will not be a long one. Thank you and have a wonderful day ;)