Teen Wolf and Vampire Diaries Crossover- A Dark Stormy Night-
Stiles and Damon have met before and now Damon comes for a visit and refreshes the teen's memory now that their friendship has been found out and Stiles is a target of a grudge holding vampire.
Sterek at the end.
Totally AU and I created an OC vampire that wasn't in the TV line just by the way.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Vampire Diaries just the idea that popped into my head and the fact I've been putting this crossover off for a long time.
A Dark Stormy Night
Chapter One
It was a dark stormy night, but really wasn't that how all these types of situations start? The type of night that you just knew something was going to happen and in this town, nothing ever good could come from it. It looked like it was going to rain but it had yet to rain on the teen standing in a small clearing.
"Whose there?" Stiles shouted against the raging wind that whipped around the teen that was standing in the dense forest that bordered his town.
"You don't remember me? Ouch that hurts." A deep male voice rang out around the clearing. He was the same height and build as Derek; he had icy blue eyes with black shaggy hair. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a pale gray shirt underneath it, black combat boots with navy jeans on. His whole posture excluded danger, amusement and something else hidden just under the surface.
"Should I remember you? I don't even know you, but I do know that you have been stalking me for the past few days." Stiles snapped at the older man, he seriously felt like he was talking to Derek, maybe that is why he could act confident around this stranger who was walking closer to the teen. Stiles found his feet rooted to the soft mud patch he was standing on. The man didn't stop until he was inches away from Stiles, towering only slightly over the teen.
"I haven't been stalking you, merely observing." The man's lips twitched upwards at the glare the teen was pinning him with. "You're a lot taller than I remembered Stiles." The man laughed.
"Who are you?" Stiles asked pushing his hands into his jacket's pockets to hide the fact that they were trembling.
"Damon Salvatore at your service." Damon made a sweeping bow to the teen with a feral smile on his lips.
"I would introduce myself but you already seem to know who I am. That raises my next question, how the hell do you know me?" Stiles questioned now curious, Damon had yet to harm him so maybe he wouldn't hurt him but you never could tell with the non-werewolves.
"So you truly don't remember? Let's see if I can change that." Damon's hand lashed out, gripping Stiles' chin in an iron grasp. Stiles could feel his body trembling and his eyes met Damon's blue ones and watched as his pupils expanded and contracted.
"Remember me Stiles, remember how we met." Damon ordered in a low voice and Stiles felt like he was floating.
A 10 years old Stiles was on a camping trip with Scott and Ms. McCall; he was having a blast and had just left the campsite to go up the small path to the bathrooms. He heard talking coming by the bathrooms, he noticed empty beer bottles beside the pathway and a small group of teenaged boys standing outside the men's room. Stiles swallowed he did have to go to the bathroom but was it worth trying to sneak past the teenagers? From the sounds, looks and smell of it they were drunk and Stiles knew nothing good ever happened when people were drunk.
"Oh hey fellas looky here!" One of the teens caught sight of the frozen ten year old. "This little guy has come out to play!" The group laughed in a horrible way and one of the teen threw his almost empty beer bottle at the little kid. Stiles cried as he ducked out of the way of the glass bottle. It shattered against the tree bark beside him, shards of glass went flying and some sliced his right arm. He gasped sharply in pain backing away from the teens.
"Looks like we got a hunt on our hands fellas! Get the kid!" The one who threw the bottle cried and Stiles took off into the forest surrounding the path as fast as his small legs would carry him. His heart was pounding, his pulse thudding in his ears and the only thing that kept him running was the sounds of the teenagers closing in on him.
"Stay away from me!" Stiles cried before screaming as he was yanked backwards, he grunted as he hit the dirt ground. He threw his arms up to protect his face as fists flew at him, he felt a few tears leak out from his eyes as the teenager attacked him.
"HEY!" A new voice cried and suddenly the pain and the fists were gone. Stiles cautiously peered out from behind his arms to see the back of a man standing protectively in front of him.
"Whoa man, what are you doing here?" One of the teens slurred.
"Depends on what you planned on doing to this kid?" The man growled sounding like an animal.
"Nothing man, nothing just teaching him a lesson." The teen slurred again, with some grunts of agreement from the others.
"Well in that case…" The man turned his back to the group taking off his jacket. He squatted down in front of Stiles who managed to get onto his knees. Ice blue eyes and hazel ones locked. The man smiled at the small kid draping his leather jacket over his shoulders.
"I am Damon Salvatore and you are?" Damon asked softly.
"Stiles Stilinski." Stiles whispered.
"Nice name kid, now cover your ears and close your eyes. Don't move until I touch your shoulders, do you understand?" The man asked in a low voice. Stiles felt numb and he nodded, eyes closing slowly and hands clamping down on his ears the jacket covering his small figure.
Stiles stayed like that for a while, hearing grunts and thuds every so often but he did not move. He stayed like that for what felt like forever when a hand touched his shoulder and automatically Stiles opened his eyes and let his arms drop to his side. He looked up at Damon and slowly reached his hand up and wiped the crimson liquid off the corner of his lips.
"Why are you bleeding?" Stiles asked tilting his head to the side.
"I get over zealous when feeding." Damon admitted before staring into Stiles eyes again. "I'm a vampire, but I am not here to harm you."
"Okay." Stiles breathed and watched as Damon licked the blood off of his finger exposing his long fangs, veins were bulging around his eyes that were bright red now. "Why won't you harm me?"
"…I don't know. I like you kid, if I was going to hurt you then I wouldn't have stopped those teens." Damon ran his left hand through his black hair in confusion. His eyes turned a violent red once more as he looked down at the trickles of blood and all the injuries on the 10 year olds body. He gave a soft growl and using his fangs bit into his wrist before holding it up to Stiles' face.
"Drink, it will make you feel better." Damon stated and Stiles warily took the offered wrist and drank some of the blood. It felt slippery and tasted like pennies as Stiles swallowed it, but he felt much better than he had before. His body wasn't throbbing anymore and the glass shards in his arm were gone.
"Thank you Damon." Stiles wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
"That was totally unlike me man if Stephen or anyone ever found out about you…" He shook his head before looking back in Stiles eyes with a sad smile.
"You are going to have to forget me Stiles." Damon said softly.
"But why? You saved me! You're my hero and my new friend!" Stiles cried his eyes watering.
"…I can't have you remember who I am. I am sorry." Damon touched his cheek making them lock eyes again. "You will not remember any of this, you were walking to the bathroom and now you are going back to your campsite. You will not remember me at all." Damon ordered.
"I won't remember…" Stiles agreed as his mind was wiped of meeting Damon and the teens attacking him.
"Good Stiles now run along." Damon stood up taking back his jacket.
"Okay." Stiles agreed and ran off towards his and the McCall's campground.
"Good bye Stiles." Damon said before he disappeared into the darkness.
Stiles gasped as the memories invaded his mind as if it suddenly re-appeared after all these years. Stiles stumbled backwards out of Damon's grip and blinked at Damon rapidly as more and more memories attacked his brain. Seeing Damon when he got home safe from that trip, seeing him the night his mom died, seeing him when his father got extremely drunk and knocking him out for the night, seeing him on his 13th birthday, seeing Damon healing Stiles after a violent practice and Damon helping Stiles through one of his worst panic attacks.
"Damon?" Stiles whispered looking at the vampire with wide eyes.
"The one and only." Damon spread his arms with his trademark smirk on his lips before he grunted as he got an armful of plaid clad teenager. "Good to see you too kid."
"It's been a while Day, not that I'm not glad to see you and all but you always leave and wipe my memory to keep me safe and I literally just saw you like a few months back." Stiles pulled back to look at the taller man.
"Still smart as a tack. I'm surprised your haven't skipped past high school yet." Damon tried to veer the conversation away from the reason he showed up.
"Harris hates me and I have ADD." Stiles gave him an unimpressed look. "Now the reason?"
"I knew giving you those Sherlock Holmes books for your 13th was a bad idea." Damon grumbled before clearing his throat and he looked around the clearing with an odd look on his face. "Why the hell does it smell like wolf?"
"Ah you haven't heard it through the supernatural grapevine yet? Beacon Hills is currently crawling with werewolves and the like, no vampire's that's all Mystic Falls." Stiles snorted.
"And let me guess, you're right smack dab in the middle of all of it." Damon ran his hand over his face.
"Of course, I just draw the supernatural towards myself." Stiles smirked and Damon rolled his eyes. "So are we going to just stand here in the forest with a storm brewing overhead or are you going to stop avoiding my question?"
"Same old Stiles, okay long story short someone found out about you and is going to hunt you down to use you against me." Damon summed up the problem that the duo was going to be facing.
"Damnit Day." Stiles puffed out a breath of air. "What are we still standing around here for then?"
"Ready for a road trip?" Damon spun his car keys around his index finger.
"Of course, but I need to grab some stuff from my house." Stiles trailed off.
"Hold on then." Damon grabbed Stiles' wrist.
"If you turn that into a Twilight reference I will knee you in the balls." Stiles threatened.
"Ugh don't even bring that book up, horrible interpretation of vampires." Damon groaned and then Stiles felt his feet fly off the ground and the world blurred around him. Then he was standing in his room with Damon laughing at the teen that looked green around the edges.
"This is not funny Day." Stiles breathed heavily for a moment or two until he felt his stomach settle. He grabbed his backpack and headed to his closet and stuffed jeans, shirts and other items into it.
"What should I tell my dad?" Stiles asked as he packed, he didn't get a response and he looked to see Damon was out of his room. "Freaking supernatural creatures." He grumbled as he went into his bathroom grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste for the trip. When he entered his room again, Damon was lounging on his desk chair flipping through some of his werewolf research he had sitting all over his room.
"You got some good information here Stiles, nothing on vampire's however, I'm hurt." Damon tossed the papers back onto the desk looking at the teen that rolled his eyes.
"In case you forgot." Stiles smirked and Damon made a face. "I didn't know vampires were real until like an hour ago, well I did know but then you wiped my memory and where the hell did you even go?"
"I forgot that you ramble." Damon chuckled amused. "I went and compelled your father. You are currently out of town visiting an old childhood friend and your friend 'Scott' has been texted the same thing." Damon waved Stiles' smartphone before pushing it into a pocket on Stiles' backpack.
"You are a very sneaky, lying vampire you know that right?" Stiles chuckled before pulling his backpack onto his back. "Alright, ready. Let's go Day."
"Try not to throw up." Damon snickered wrapped his hands around the teen again.
"Ha-ha." Stiles grunted and then they were a blur once more, landing by a sky blue muscle car. "Wow nice car."
"I know, now get in. We need to get back to Mystic Falls before he catches up with us." Damon slid into the driver's side door as Stiles tossed his backpack into the backseat and hopped into the passenger side.
"Okay now are you going to explain about who is after me to get revenge on you?" Stiles moved the seat back and stretched his legs out in front of him looking at Damon as they drove towards the exit for Beacon Hills and towards Mystic Falls.
"His name is Jack, I've met him way back in the day and uh kind of got on his bad side." Damon admitted.
"You sir, need to work on your people skills." Stiles pointed his index finger at the man beside him.
"It's not my style, anyways back to why Jack is after you." Damon switched back to the topic at hand.
"Good idea, I would like to know what you did to piss this guy off so much that he dug into your past and found out about me." Stiles raised both his eyebrows.
"Are you going to let me tell you?" Damon gave Stiles a side-glance.
"Lips, sealed." Stiles made a zipping motion over his lips and turned his attention back to his old friend.
"So anyways I may or may not have screwed him over and he's been holding a grudge ever since. Apparently he was looking for my weak point for years and finally found you. He gave me a warning, wanting to turn this into a game and I knew I had to get to you first and so here I am." Damon explained.
"So a vampire who hates you with a passion wants to use me as a pawn in his little revenge game to get back at you?" Stiles asked his eyebrows so far up his brow that they almost disappeared into his hairline.
"That about sums it up, but once we get to Mystic Falls the others and myself can protect you and I can finish this game before it even starts." Damon explained.
"The others?" Stiles asked hearing his phone buzz in his backpack but he chose to ignore it.
"Stephen my little vampire brother. Elena his doppelganger girlfriend, Caroline the cheerleading vampire, Bonnie the resident witch, Tyler the werewolf who howls at the moon, Alaric the vampire hunter who I guess is my best friend there and finally Matt and Jeremy the humans in our midst. Once I do some explaining and the girls lay their eyes on you they should help protect you from Jack." Damon gave Stiles a brief summary of who was who in Mystic Falls.
"Wait so your town has vampires, witches, hunters AND werewolves? Damn and my town only have werewolves, Kanima and hunters." Stiles rubbed his forehead feeling like this could get messy real fast.
"It's a supernatural hub and after a while it get's really annoying." Damon admitted as he made a few turns and Stiles saw the 'Welcome to Mystic Falls' sign pass by. How the hell did they get to Mystic Falls so fast? Did they really talk that long? Did Damon's vampire speed transfer over to his driving?
By the time Stiles finished his musing he noticed that Damon had pulled into the driveway of a HUGE old Victorian style inn/house.
"Whoa this place is massive!" Stiles gaped as the two got out of the car grabbing his backpack.
"Welcome to the Salvatore Boarding House." Damon smirked at the teen as they headed to the front door. "They all minus Ric who has to do prep for his teaching gig should be waiting inside, ready for some fun?"
"Hell yeah, I kind of can't wait to see their faces." Stiles rubbed his hands eagerly.
"Honey I'm home!" Damon called as he pushed open the front door striding into the house with Stiles trailing behind looking around acting like a tourist.
"Damon what the hell… Who the hell is that?" A perky blonde demanded striding up to Damon before her eyes landed on Stiles who just waved cheerfully.
"Damon." A brunette wearing a large silver tacky necklace came into Stiles' view next and he waved again.
"It's probably what it looks like." Damon raised his hands in surrender looking at Stiles who came to stand next to him.
"Or it's the complete opposite?" Stiles offered.
"One or the other." Damon agreed.
"Damon what did you do?" A guy with spiked up brown hair came up to the two with the air of someone who has asked this question many times before.
"Brought home a friend." Damon stated simply.
"A human friend by the way. No fangs or claws or hairy sideburns or anything like that." Stiles added in just to clear the air, but he just got wary looks from the group.
"How do you know Damon?" The same guy asked the teen that crossed his arms looking unimpressed.
"Well I'm Stiles Stilinski and Damon is my friend, now if you don't mind… Who the hell are you?" Stiles shot back using his sharp tongue, he seriously felt like he was talking with creepy uncle Peter or Derek.
"Stephen, be nice. I'm Elena Gilbert." The brunette from before spoke to Stiles kindly.
"Caroline Forbes." The blonde smiled briefly at the teen before glaring at Damon again.
"Bonnie Bennett." A dark skinned teenaged girl with black hair smiled at Stiles kindly.
"Tyler Lockwood." One of the guys with black spiked up hair grunted, oh he was totally the werewolf of this group he just put out that feel.
"Matt Donavon." A blond football player looking guy nodded at the teen.
"Jeremy Gilbert." A teen with shaggy brown hair stated.
"Stephen Salvatore." The guy from before said.
"Well now we all know each other we can move on." Damon clapped his hands together.
"Wait." Stephen put his hand up to stop Damon from walking. "How do you know Stiles and why is he here?"
"Well there's a funny story…" Damon rubbed his neck and Stiles stepped up having enough of this.
"When I was 10 he saved my life, he erased my memory for my own safety but kept checking in on me. Now some guy from his past is planning on using me to get back at Damon, so in order to save my life yet again… Damon found me and brought me here." Stiles summed up and then glared at all the disbelieving looks he was getting.
"Believe me or don't, I just rather not have a vampire tear into me. I already have werewolves and now a Kanima snapping at my heels every day so I don't really feel like adding another supernatural creature into the mix." Stiles snarled.
"Damon can you show me where I can put my stuff?" He turned to his friend who looked at him impressed as silence fell over the room.
"And before you ask, I'm 100% human and I've done my research that includes all things poisonous for supernatural types just as a warning."
"This way." Damon didn't even bother trying to hide his smirk. Together the two left the foyer and went up a flight of stairs into a guest room where Stiles dropped both his backpack and himself onto the bed before he busted out laughing.
"That my friend was excellent." Damon laughed with the teen. "I don't think anyone has ever talked to them like that before."
"Clearly, god I already don't like them. How do you stand them?" Stiles huffed digging out his phone.
"It does get pretty hard sometimes." Damon sank onto the bed beside the teen who scanned his inbox that had like a million messages from Scott.
"Oy now he takes notice of me…" Stiles grumbled before punching in Scott's number.
"Speaker phone, I want to freak your buddy out." Damon gave a fiendish smile making Stiles chuckle.
"STILES!" Scott answered his phone. "Where the hell are you? We went by your place and your dad said you were visiting a family friend but your room smelt really off and weird and then Derek froze and he isn't talking to anyone and dude where are you?" Scott freaked out at Stiles who made a face at Damon who made one back as well.
"Breathe Scotty. Where are you right now?" Stiles rolled his eyes talking down his friend.
"At Derek's place with the pack." Scott stated.
"Stiles!" Isaac whined in the background joined by Boyd sighing and some grumbling from Derek he guessed.
"Where did you go Batman?" Erica questioned clearly having wrestled the phone from Scott.
"None of your business." Stiles retorted.
"Stiles. Where. Are. You?" Derek was the next one to growl into the phone.
"Aw didn't know you cared Sourwolf." Stiles smirked and Damon mouthed the nickname to himself.
"Shut up Stiles, I smelt a vampire in your room. Now tell me where you are." Derek demanded.
"Ah that scent must have been my fault." Damon spoke up and silence came from the other end of the phone. "Me being a blood sucking vampire and all."
"Not helping Damon." Stiles commented nudging his friend who nudged him right back.
"But I'm having fun Stiles." Damon whined.
"Stop freaking out the wolves." Stiles ordered.
"Yes sir." Damon mock saluted.
"Stiles. Where. Are. You?" Derek growled low into the phone.
"Hmm? Little random town in the middle of nowhere and no it's not Beacon Hills. I'm safe, just got some stuff to take care of. You didn't think you were the only supernatural creatures I know? They have a witch here, sure we have Deaton but it's not the same thing." Stiles rambled.
"Stiles, you're rambling again." Damon commented.
"Right, sorry. Anyways I got stuff to do here Sourwolf; I'll be home soon. Keep the pups on their leashes and that includes your creepy uncle. Byeeeeee." With that Stiles hung up his phone and tossed it onto the bedside table.
"That. Was fun!" Damon gave a laugh.
"It was wasn't it?" Stiles grinned widely. "I'm so screwed when I get back to Beacon Hills but until then I can live with telling Derek off."
"So Day, what's the plan? And I swear to god if you say keep me locked up in this house until you hunt Jack down I will shove vervain or whatever it's called up your ass." Stiles crossed his arms trying to give him a Derek worthy glare but clearly it had no effect as Damon merely ruffled his growing hair.
"That was the idea but I figured you wouldn't go for that." Damon commented leaning back taking up the whole bed.
"Damn right I wouldn't. I want this Jack guy to be gone and you are going to use me to do it." Stiles stated calmly.
"That is not an option! I brought you here to protect you from Jack, not hand you over to him!" Damon was up on his feet staring down at Stiles with a protective stance.
"Awe Day, I knew you really loved me." Stiles cooed.
"You're my best friend Stiles… Well my longest friend who hasn't turned around and tried to stab me in the back literally." Damon admitted.
"I get why you wiped my memory each time but… Okay I may be human, but dude come on. I can remember this time because I'm surrounded by werewolves back home so if I remember you are a vampire we can keep in contact and…" Stiles cut him self off feeling rather emotional.
"I just don't want you to get hurt as pathetic as that sounds." Damon cleared his throat his voice unusually soft.
"Totally un-Damon like but not pathetic, it sounds… Human and there is nothing wrong with that." Stiles commented before Damon sent him a look and he huffed loudly. "Fine I guess if you're going to be a grumpy vampire about it."
"Did you just call me a grumpy vampire?" Damon asked an offended tone of voice.
"So what if I did?" Stiles challenged him.
"Then you better start running kid." Damon let his eyes turn red, veins popping against his skin and his fangs elongating.
"Oh is Mr. Scary Vampire going to bite me now?" Stiles teased but he leapt to his feet only to be tossed back onto the bed, he landed with a small yelp of surprise before he cut it off and turned into a glare.
"Don't tempt me, I haven't had a human in far too long." Damon growled at the teen, which just looked unbothered.
"You're not the first one to threaten to rip my throat out with your teeth, besides… I know you wouldn't bite me." Stiles rolled onto his stomach.
"Who threatened you?" Damon growled his figure tensing.
"Let's see, Scott attacked me when he was first changing. Derek on numerous occasions but it's like our thing now. Peter almost turned me and in general freaks me out don't even get me started on the being burned alive and now coming back to life thing. Erica tries to seduce me but ends up whacking me over the head with my car battery; Jackson is this Kanima thing who paralyzed me a few times. Um let me think…" Stiles rambled on, ticking things off on his fingers.
"Here I thought my town had issues with the supernatural." Damon shook his head, flexing his hands as he fought to stay in control.
"Oh no, my place just keeps getting swarmed with crazy's, here I am stuck in the middle as the only human." Stiles sighed dramatically.
"You know that if you let me turn you, you could hold your own against those wolves." Damon offered and Stiles sat quietly for a moment as he thought this over.
"Nah, my answer is staying the same as the last time you asked me. Every time you asked me." Stiles pointed his index finger at the vampire in front of him. "I turned down the werewolf bite from Peter and I always turn down the bite from you. Sheesh people just really don't like me being human."
"Well humans are very fragile and breakable." Damon tried to explain.
"But that's what makes me well me! Besides I couldn't do that to my dad…" Stiles trailed off knowing that Damon would get it.
"Well I would feel better if you were more durable." Damon grumbled crossing his arms.
"Aw just admit you care about me Day." Stiles teased.
"How many times have I told you I hated that nickname?" Damon huffed annoyed.
"Lost count." Stiles gave him a cheeky grin. "Now are you going to show me around Mystic Falls or what?"
"Ugh fine. Guess someone has to look out for your skinny ass." Damon agreed grudgingly.
"I knew you cared!" Stiles (have to give him credit) managed to surprise Damon by wrapping him in a Stiles brand hug.
"Get off of me you crazy teen." Damon laughed untangling him self from Stiles' pale arms.
"Alright let's head out Day." Stiles cheered before striding out of the room with an amused looking Damon tailing behind him.
"We are going out people who are still in this house!" Stiles called so anyone left in the house could hear as he strode out of the front door making a beeline towards the passenger side door of Damon's muscle car. He looked up and wasn't surprised that Damon was already sliding into the driver's seat. Stiles started to mutter something about vampires and their speed and how annoying it is. Damon just gave a throaty chuckle as he reversed out of the long driveway with ease.
They spent most of the day touring around the small town with Damon telling Stiles about what it was like back in the day and what happened in each of these places today. They ended the tour at the Mystic Grill where Stiles noted that the little group from before where all gathered talking in hushed tones, clearly about what was going on with Stiles and Damon. Stiles wiggled his eyebrows at Damon as they passed by gaining stares from each member of the little group. Damon chuckled and swung at the teen, Stiles laughed ducking under the arm as the two sat in a booth. A pretty redhead came by and got all flustered when Damon gave her a wide smile ordering them burgers and coke.
"So I have an idea, you're going to hate it mind you but it will get Jack out in the open." Stiles brought up the topic of Jack as he munched on his fries.
"I have a feeling I'm going to hate this plan with a passion." Damon commented biting into his on burger, clearly for show, as vampires didn't really need to eat.
"There is a high likelihood of that happening. So I have two ideas' here. One will involve them however." Stiles jabbed his fry at the table they passed by knowing full well that Stephen, Caroline and Tyler could hear what they were saying.
"That one might be out of the question, but go on with what I'm sure is going to be a harebrained scheme." Damon rolled his eyes smirking at the table that all had their eyes directed at the duo.
"So I was thinking, I'd walk all alone and innocent like and enter the high school where the others are waiting and when Jack enters the place, we lock it down and herd him into the locker room or someplace and then when I and the other humans are safely out of the way you supernatural creatures can do whatever you want." Stiles explained his first option.
"Not bad, but not good either. Second option?" Damon sipped his coke thoughtfully locking eyes with his brother.
"You are going to hate this one more." Stiles grimaced. "I have Peter actually to thank for this one. I turn on the GPS option on my phone so you can track me online, I'm sure one of you can use a computer. So I walk around all hapless like you all seem to think we humans are and then wait until he grabs me. He'll take me to his 'lair' and more than likely taunts me and I'll taunt him right back and then using my GPS location you shall burst down the door or through the wall and stake the sucker in the heart." Stiles leaned back sucking some coke down through the straw.
"I hate both of those idea's." Damon deadpanned.
"Well that's all I got." Stiles threw his hands into the air in surrender. "I can't stay under your watchful eye for the rest of my life and I'm sure as hell am not going to lay low. Don't make me call in the wolves!"
"You wouldn't dare." Damon's eyes glinted.
"Try me, one call and you have some new werewolves that can shift whenever they want to in town." Stiles' eyes glinted as well.
"Fine you win, we will TRY one of your harebrained schemes." Damon gave in drinking more of his coke finishing the glass.
"So which one will it be?" Stiles asked mentally preparing himself.
"Why are you so determined to get yourself killed?" Damon asked his voice taking a serious tone.
"Hey it's a almost every day thing now so it would be weird if I had a normal day where my life isn't in peril." Stiles snorted and clearly this was the wrong thing to say as Damon's whole presence darkened and he swore he heard Damon growling dangerously.
"Hey calm down. I'm still here in one piece! Now let's decide on how we are going to get Jack." Stiles tried to turn the conversation back to the task at hand.
"I don't like it but as I seriously doubt that my brother and his 'friends' are willing to help us out, I guess option two…" Damon ran his hands over his face feeling old.
"You think you can use my GPS or my scent or something?" Stiles questioned finishing off his burger.
"I can use a computer Stiles." Damon rolled his eyes in a mock offence.
"I would hope so, I mean you were probably around when they were created." Stiles teased dodging a flying fry that Damon launched at him.
"Alright, so here is the code, username and password for my account so you can track me and here is my jacket just in case." Stiles stripped off his hoodie and wrote down some letters and numbers on the napkin handing them both over to a sulking Damon. "I'll head out now and look all innocent and helpless, lure Jack out of hiding and then you can come kick his vampire ass."
Stiles slid out of his seat giving Damon a salute as he waltzed out of the grill giving the other table a salute as well.
Stiles shivered as he shuffled down the sidewalk. Why did he think this was a good idea? Oh right because he was the man with the plan and even if this was a stupid ass one it was the best one he could think of.
"You must be Stiles." A voice called out from behind Stiles who got major Déjà vu from when he first met creepy uncle Peter.
"And you must be Jack." Stiles retorted as he turned around to see a guy who looked a lot like a blond Tyler Lockwood on even more steroids staring him down.
"Are you ready to play a little game little red?" Jack jeered letting his vampire features bleed out.
"Ah shit." Stiles groaned and he turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could, knowing deep down it was useless but it made him feel better.
Stiles felt something hit his side and he yelped as he flew through the air, grunting as he hit a nearby tree trunk. He moaned as he slid down onto the ground, he looked up with blurred vision. Jack walked towards him with a feral grin on his face.
"It's time for the game to begin." Jack whispered to Stiles as he squatted down beside the teen's prone form. He reached out towards him and Stiles felt pain before darkness overcame him.