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Teen Vampire

Chapter 16

John was speechless, he could only gaze at Stiles dumbly as he attempted to process what he had just discovered. He just couldn't believe it. A Vampire? Seriously? A Vampire! He didn't even know that Vampires were real. He thought they were only a myth. They were one of the few supernatural beings he thought for sure didn't actually exist.

He blinked a couple times, trying to will away some of the shock. "Does the pack know?" He breathed, his voice almost a whisper.

Stiles shook his head. "No, but they're starting to figure it out."

John moved to sit on Stiles's bed. He let the movie fall from his grasp. He rubbed his face with his hands and let out a long, dejected sigh. Stiles sat next to his father. The Vampire sat patiently and let his father process everything. "S-so you're-you," John stammered. His mind felt like it had been run through the blender one too many times. He let out a frustrated huff and turned to Stiles. "So you've been dealing with this all by yourself?"

Stiles look at the floor, his eyes downcast. "Yeah, I have. I couldn't tell anyone. Dad, I'm so sorry you had to find out li-" John cut him off.

"-No, no! Don't apologize, Stiles! You have nothing to feel sorry for. You didn't want to lie to me. You were forced to. I know that now." John insisted.

"That doesn't mean it's okay, dad!" Stiles protested. "We promised to no more lies between us and I broke that promise!"

John shifted his entire body to face his son. He put his hands on Stiles' shoulders. "Hey! Hey! Don't think like that! You were forced to lie to the pack and I, not of your own free will."

Stiles scoffed, his face downcast. That wasn't entirely true. He knew that he had in fact been partially lying out of his own fruition. He blamed the fact that he was Vampire in a Werewolf pack mostly but deep down, he knew it was because he was scared of how the pack might react. Especially Scott. "Dad, that's not completely true. I uh- I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone. I was scared-"

John interrupted him once more. "-and I don't blame you, Stiles. I mean, a Vampire in a pack of Werewolves? I can't see that going well." Stiles chuckled slightly. He was so thankful to have such an incredible and understanding dad. "Wait," John said suddenly. Stiles gave his father a puzzled look. "Is the whole Vampire vs Werewolf: Mortal Enemies, thing true?"

Stiles laughed again. He couldn't help but smile at his dad's ridiculous but truthfully accurate question. He nodded. "Yeah, it is. I personally don't see them as mortal enemies but I think I might be a little bit biased. Personally, I think it's mostly has to do with the fact that werewolves smell like wet dog all the time." That drew a smirk from the Sheriff. There was a beat of silence. John's gaze drifted back to the Dracula DVD. He leaned down and picked it up. Stiles' eyes tracked the movement.

John turned to the DVD over in his hand. "So a Vampire, huh?"

"Yeah." Stiles breathed out.

John let a long sigh. "I gotta say, Stiles, I didn't see that one coming." His eyes shifted back over to Stiles. "You're going to tell the pack, right?"

Stiles grimaced, guilt bubbling back into his chest. "I can't, not yet at least."

John frowned. "Stiles, you know they'll accept you, right? Don't get me wrong; this will probably shock the shit out of them-" Stiles laughed. "-I know I was, but they love you. They would never hate you for this."

Stiles stared at his bed sheets, too anxious to look at his father. "I-I know. I just I-" He stammered out. "It's just." He paused. He let himself gather his thoughts and spoke once more. "Look, I admit I'm beyond scared about how they'll react. Things are already really complicated as it is. It seems like the pack can never catch a break. I mean, I can't even talk to them about it; but that's not the main reason that I can't tell them." Stiles murmured.

John gave him a confused stare. "What do you mean?"

Stiles rubbed his hands nervously. "I-I can't really talk about it, but uh. Things are really complicated between me and the uh-the guy who turned me. He won't let me tell them. I wasn't even supposed to tell you. He could hurt you and the pack and I don't trust him."

John nodded in understanding. "This...guy, do you know why he turned you?" He questioned, trying real hard to keep the anger out of his voice. He didn't know the thing that bit Stiles, but he already hated him with every fiber of his being. He vowed if he ever happened to come across the bastard, he would unload his clip and then some into the guy.

Stiles scoffed in frustration and shook his head. "No, he hasn't and at this rate, I don't think he ever will!" He huffed. "He's hiding things from me. I think he's planning something. Something bad but I have no idea what and that's what is scaring me. I don't want to get the pack involved and risk putting them in danger for I know what he's planning." Stiles had begun to jester wildly as he spoke. He was so frustrated and annoyed but at least he finally had someone he could vent to about this stuff.

"Stiles, I know you're scared, but I think it would be really beneficial to both you and the pack that you tell them. You're a team. You're all at your strongest when you're together. I have no doubt in my mind that you guys can overcome and beat whatever this freak is going to throw at you!" John said, his voice full of conviction.

"Dad, you don't get it! What he is; what I am now, there's no way the pack could win. This dude is ancient and ridiculously powerful. They would be no match for him. The thing that I am now is on a completely different level power-wise. Him-I-we could kill the pack in an instant! He could rip them to shreds! It would be a blood bath! Any order he gives me, I have to follow it. It's this weird 'obey your master' bullshit. If he ordered me to hurt the pack, I couldn't just say no! I would have no choice but to obey." Stiles bellowed "And dad, you can't tell anyone about this, especially the pack! If he finds out you knew, he'll kill you without even blinking!"

"What's this asshole's name, anyway?" John asked, his voice low.

Stiles blinked, slightly struck. He didn't know if he tell him. Stiles opened his mouth but immediately snapped it back shut. He wasn't sure if he could even say it. Would it even be a good idea to tell his dad Roman's name? Well, he's already gone this far. The Sheriff already knows he's a Vampire. He might as well give it a shot. "R-Ro-Roman. AHH!" Stiles grabbed his jaw as felt it lock up and then pop out of place as he spoke. He massaged the tender joints. He groaned in pain as it immediately popped back into place. Yeah, he definitely wasn't supposed to tell his dad that. Yet, he was still able to say it. Something told him that wasn't supposed to happen. His eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. He continued to rub his still slightly tender jaw. Roman had made it abundantly clear that Fledglings could in no way ever disobey their master's orders, yet Stiles just did. It hurt like hell, but he did it. "Son of a bitch, that hurt." He grumbled.

John's eyes widened in horror. "Wha-what just happened? Are you okay? Is your jaw okay?"

"I'm fine, dad. I guess that's what happens when I disobey a direct order." Stiles grumbled, continuing to rub his jaw. "I didn't even know that was possible." He mumbled more to himself than to his father.

The sheriff blinked in horror. " I-I don't understand; you physically get hurt if you disobey this Roman guy?"

Stiles continued to rub his jaw, the pain still persisting. "Apparently. Shit, why does this still hurt?"

Pure rage flowed through John. I swear if I ever see that son of a bitch I'll-" Stiles cut him off.

-"You won't do a thing!" The Sheriff jabbed a finger at his son, ready to argue his point with vigor. Stiles stopped his tirade before it could even begin. "Like I said, dad, this guy is stupid powerful. I'm not letting you anywhere near him. I haven't even seen the full extent of what he can do and he already kicks my ass every time I'm training with him. He's temperamental and unpredictable and I still don't know why he even turned me-a human in a werewolf pack in a town full of werewolves-so until I figure out what the hell his plan is you, the pack, and everyone else are going no where near him, okay!"

John sighed in frustration, his body deflating. He scrubbed his hands over his face. "Okay, so what do we do then? Do we just wait around on our asses until this Roman guy makes a move? Do we investigate him? Wait, how old even is this guy? Is he even in the system? Does he even legally exist?" The Sheriff ranted.

"You're going to let me deal with him until I figure out what to do." Stiles stated firmly. "And no, there probably isn't any documentation of his existence. The dude's pretty ancient and our kind don't really interact any other creatures unless they have to."

John's eyebrows raised in shock. "'Our kind?'" He echoed. "You're not upset over being a Vampire? I thought you wanted to stay human?"

Stiles gulped, regretting his choice in words. Then again, he couldn't say 'Vampire' in front of his dad even with him knowing now. Besides, as much as Stiles hated to admit it... "It's not that I like being what I am now, It's just," he started, " there's no cure for this. I have no choice but to accept it and get used to it. It's no different from when Scott had to come to terms that he was a werewolf now. And, I don't know, I've really come to terms with it. I'm stronger than I've ever could have imagined and I'm doing a pretty good job controlling my new powers even without Roman's help. It's weird, but I'm comfortable with my new body now. It feels right."

His father stared at the young Vampire, utterly stunned. Never in a million year would he ever have thought that Stiles would ever say something like that. "But what about the pack?" He whispered.

Stiles frowned in confusion, not fully understanding what his father meant. "What about the pack?"

"Well, you're a Vampire. Vampire vs Werewolf. You're technically an enemy to them now, aren't you? I mean, I know the would love and accept you no matter what and I know they would never kick you out of the pack for this, but won't this cause problems? Won't their wolves or whatever see you as a threat or something?" John elaborated.

Stiles opened his mouth to respond but quickly shut it, his face scrunched up in concentration. "Well I- They...uh", he sputtered out in a garbled mess. Shit, how does he respond to this. "Yes," He paused, trying to find the right words. John sat expectantly, patiently waiting for the young Vampire to put his thoughts into words. "Yes, it's already caused some problems. My kind has a huge ego problem and most aren't very fond of Werewolves. You know, cause of the whole 'We are better than everyone else because we're super powerful and Werewolves are feral mongrels that smell like wet dog all the time' thing." Stiles elaborated while throwing up his hands and making air quotes. He gestured wildly as he continued speaking. "And it's like it's embedded in our DNA or something. I'm fighting myself all the time to not think like that. Dad, seriously, you have no idea how bad Scott smells when he's sweating; like when we're at Lacrosse practice! I literally has to keep myself from gagging. It's that bad! But the weird thing is, even though my bat absolutely hates it when Scott tries to go all Alpha on me or when Derek tries to threaten me, it still sees them as family. My bat sees them as people to protect. It's like my bat actually sees itself as pack. Granted, it took some time for my bat to see them as anything other than smelly ass dogs, but it did change its mind."

John blinked. "Your bat?"

"Yeah. Scott has his wolf I have my bat. I know, it's weird but I don't know how else to describe it. Supernatural instinct, thing I guess." The Vampire mumbled.

The Sheriff shook his head. His shoulders slumped, his whole body overwhelmed with exhaustion. "You know, it wasn't too long ago that I would have thought all you kids were crazy if you had told me Werewolves were running around Beacon Hills. Now we've got Vampires? What's next? Fairies?" John exclaimed.

Stiles couldn't help but laugh. "Don't jinx it!"

John's eyes widened. "Are they real too?" He asked in shock.

Stiles laughed even harder. "Probably."

"But in all seriousness, Stiles. You should really tell the pack." John continued to push.

The Vampire's face fell. "I will, dad. Just not now. Not until I know telling them won't put them in danger." Stiles mumbled.

"How do you know not telling them won't put them in danger?" John countered.

"I don't," Stiles responded. "But I know telling them will."

~0~

"Did you find anything?" Scott asked.

"For the 100th time, Scott, no I haven't found anything." Lydia snapped curtly as she continued to skim over the bestiary. The redhead huffed out a frustrated sigh. She slammed the old book shut, letting the sound echo throughout the room. "I'm beginning to think that this is a lost cause."

"I'm not finding anything either." Derek huffed in defeat. He powered down his laptop and clasped it shut.

"What? Are you guys seriously giving up?" Scott shouted in dismay. The Alpha was sat at desk in Derek's loft, surrounded by old books and loose sheets of paper. His laptop sat open on a stack of books.

Derek scrubbed his face, trying to rub out the exhaustion from his eyes. "This is pointless, Scott. Whatever Stiles is isn't in the bestiary and we're not going to find it online either."

Scott leapt up from his seat. "Come on! We've barely looked. There has to be something here. We're just not looking hard enough!"

"We've been looking all day, Scott! If something was here, we would have found it by now." Derek retorted.

"We're wasting our time, Scott. Stiles typically does all the research." Lydia sighed.

"Maybe he is a Vampire." Derek wondered aloud. "Everything I look up eventually leads back to the same thing."

"I thought you said they weren't real." Scott exclaimed.

"I said I had never heard of anyone ever seeing one. Who knows; crazier things have shown up in Beacon Hills." Derek shot back.

"If they're real, then why is it that no one has seen one? Why is it that there isn't any record of them?" Lydia demanded.

"Because we don't like a bunch of mutts poking into our business." An unfamiliar voice responded. Their heads shot to the door, where the owner of the unfamiliar voice stood. She stared them down with glowing red eyes, dressed head-to-toe in black. Her skin was porcelain white, making her short brunette hair seem almost black in the loft's low lighting. Power emanated from her, filling up the the room with crushing weight.

The two wolves shot on their feet, both baring their fangs at the intruder. "Who the hell are you?" Derek growled, his eyes glowing.

Scott's own red eyes contrasted the intruder's. "How'd you get in here without us noticing?" The Alpha demanded.

Their new guest chuckled. "Like it's hard? I've been watching you little puppies for hours." She took a confident step forward causing her heavy boots to echo. The Wolves roared at her. She continued steadfast in her stride, circling just out of reach of the wolves. She eyed Lydia, who had yet to move form her spot on the couch. "You must be the Banshee. I've heard of you."

"Your eyes are red but you're not a wolf, are you?" Lydia questioned.

"No, I'm not." The intruder confirmed.

"Then what are you?" Derek commanded.

"I think you already know." She hummed.

"You're a Vampire, aren't you?" Scott mumbled.

The strange girl stopped. She moved her hands into her pockets and grinned at the Alpha. "You a smart little pooch, aren't you?"

"No way." Derek breathed in awe. "They really are real."

"Yes, we are real and your friend happens to be one too."

"Stiles is a Vampire?" Lydia asked.

"Yes he is." The red-eyed brunette confirmed.

"I don't understand, who are you? Why are you here?" Derek demanded.

"My name is Clara Stetter and I'm the Vampire that is going help save you little mutts from total annihilation."