Hey everyone! Hope you all enjoy this second chapter! To be honest, I'm not a hundred percent sure where I want this story to go, but I'm mostly going to be sticking to Stiles or Allisons POV. The main plot will probably follow more of Vampire Diaries storyline, but we shall see. Stay awesome and please read and review!

Light filtered back into my eyes slowly as the world of sound came back. Somebody was crying. Scott? I shot upright and pulled in a large gulp of air. Scott and Allison jumped about ten feet in the air, both had evidence of tear tracks running down their faces. Did somebody die? I quickly glanced around and saw Derek sitting on the ground with blood soaking his right side, and Isaac was clearly knocked out, but both very alive. "What happened?" My throat stung, as if I had gone days without water.

"You don't have a heartbeat." Scott choked out.

I laughed a tiny bit; "Funny." They just kept staring at me; no traces of joking. I surged to my feet and both Scott and Allison stood with me. I pushed my hand shakily to my wrist and felt nothing. "What?" My brain spun in confusions and possibilities. My skin was just plain cold as well. I should be dead. Medically speaking, I was dead. Panic flared through me and my breath caught.

"Stiles?" Allison slowly approached me and laid a careful hand on my arm. A panic attack is soon to follow. I knew it. Except nothing happened. No blood rushed too fast through my veins. No pounding heart that I could never slowed down. Right.

"I guess being dead has its perks." My voice shook, "No more panic attacks. Oh God I'm a vampire. I just wanted to be human. I can't ever age. Oh God." Tears filtered through my eyelashes and despair flooded my senses. I'm not human. Not anymore. I had to watch everyone I ever cared about age and die without me. Allison stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Stiles. Its okay. We will figure it out." I gave her a shaky smile and wiped at my tears as discreetly as I could. Derek pulled himself to his feet holding his left side.

"But should we even take the chance?" He ground out through clenched teeth.

"What do you mean?" Scott growled his eyes flashing.

"He's a fledgling vampire. We don't know what's going to happen when he drinks blood and becomes a full one. The one we just met has a bloodlust higher than any supernatural creature we know without any empathy. Stiles-"

"No!" Scott growled, "This is Stiles we are talking about. He would never-"

"BOYS!" Allison shouted. "Isaac is hurt and still not conscious. You two can bring him to Deacon. I'm going to help Stiles."

"Thanks." I muttered, watching the three werewolves leave. My mind was still racing. Was it better if Allison just took me out right here and now? What if the second I drank blood I lost all control? Could I turn into a monster? I eyed Allison's quiver full of wooden arrows.

She followed my line of sight. "Stiles. I'm not going to hurt you. We need to get you inside though. The sun will be up in a couple of hours and you can't be out in the open."

I nodded, subtly running my tongue across my teeth. They were starting to ache.

"Stiles, are you okay?"

"I... I think so. Allison can you promise me something?"

"Of course."

"If I ever... if I ever k-kill. I want you to hunt me down."

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Please. I don't want to turn into a monster."

Her brown eyes soften a little with understanding. "I promise."

A soft thumping sound filled the night air as I followed Allison to her house. It took me a while to figure out that it was her heartbeat. It was as if my hearing sensitivity was dialed up to eleven. I could hear the wind whipping through the trees and the running of pipes underneath the houses. If I focused, I could hear the neighbors snoring. A small smirk crossed my lips. That perk will be especially useful. I noticed that my vision has also improved. I could probably count the blades of grass under my feet beneath this moonless night if I really wanted to. Complete and utter night vision. Epic. A small jolt of pain ran through my gums again. Oh yeah, I was getting fangs as well. Great. I really didn't want to have the ability to literally suck the life out of people. A shudder ran through me as we arrived at Allison's house. She pushed the door open and held it for me. I have jogged up the stairs and slammed straight into the shut door.

"Ow!" No wait. Allison was still holding the door open, looking just as confused as me. I reached out a hand carefully, and hit an invisible barrier that kept me outside.

"Weird. What...?" Allison began to ask.

"I guess the whole need to be invited in thing isn't a myth."

"No, it's not." A new voice interjected. Allison's dad appeared in the entryway; a slight frown graced his face.

"Sorry. Hi. I umm..."

"Dad." Allison cut me off, thankfully; "Stiles got turned. By the vampire we were hunting. Is there anything we can do to help?"

He uncrossed his arms and made his way to the doorway. "By not inviting him in for a start." I tried to get offended at it. But in all honesty, I understood. He was just protecting his family. I stared at my shoes.

"Follow me. Both of you." I dragged my feet following Allison and her father to a creepy looking shed out back. As he opened it up, I fidgeted with my fingers. "Your welcome to come in Stiles." I nodded as I passed slowly over the threshold, grinning for a second as it worked. As we all piled into the shed, luckily it was more like an empty garage in its size; Chris flicked on the light and shut the door behind us. "This shed is built mostly out of concrete and has a solid door on it. No sunlight will be able to come in."

"Thank you. I know we were never on the best of terms, but thank you."

He inclined his head to me as he pulled out two wooden arrows and handed one to Allison. Now I'd like to say that I'm a trusting person, but armed hunters with the only thing that can kill me causes me to take a step back.

Chris chuckles. "Relax you two. This is just a precaution." He must have read the confusion on both of our faces. "For Stiles to become a full vampire, he has to drink blood from a living body. Afterwards we can get you to have blood out of blood bags. So, I'll have an arrow and so will Allison. Stiles, I want you to drink from me. If you lose control, I'll stab your leg with this and trust me, you will let go. Allison, you're just here as backup."

"I mean that all makes sense, but I don't think I can actually drink blood out of you. I don't know how it works. Can I even summon fangs?"

"Well, you'll get hungry soon enough. This is the most controlled environment we have so it's our best shot at you not losing control. Plus, if you feed the second you get your fangs, you'll have more control over your bloodlust."

"Okay okay. I can do this." I shook myself out. It's fine just need to drink blood. From Allison's dad. Not even remotely weird. Just another Friday night, you know? Now if I could summon fangs... I licked my lips.

"Breathe Stiles. It's okay." Allison said.

I nodded and took a deep breath. A coppery sent filled the air, rich and delicious smelling. My instincts tingled. Follow those, I guess. I took another deep breath and honed in all my senses. I could hear both of their heartbeats, their blood rushing through their veins. Prey. No! Get it together Stiles. I felt my eyes sharpen and my fangs lower. I ran my tongue over them. Weird. Both heartbeats increase slightly. I tilted my head; studying the vein in Chris' neck, it was pulsing with untapped food. I walked forward and sank my teeth into his neck; pushing both of us forward till we hit the wall of the shed. A coppery taste filled my mouth, salty and warm. I drank greedily. It was so delicious, I just wanted to drink forever. I never remembered normal food tasting this good. I sank my teeth in deeper and all I knew was the glorious tasting blood. That and no one was taking it away from me. He struggled a bit. I growled in my throat and tightened my grip. He raised his hand with the arrow. With inhuman strength, I flicked if out of his hand and pinned his arm to the wall as well, sinking my fangs in harder. Prey don't get to fight back.

"Stiles stop!" Somebody shouted in the distance. Stop what? I was hungry...let me eat! I heard a scuffing sound, as boots on the floor. I dropped my current meal to the ground where he lay unresponsive. The girl ran at me with a wooden arrow poised to strike. I grabbed the arm that held it and a twisted. She let out a cry of pain as a snapping sound filled the air. Her bones crunched like twigs under my fingers. I yanked her closer, and tilted her neck before sinking my fangs into the jugular. I gulped down an entire mouthful of blood as she struggled to escape my grasp. She shrieked, but I cut off the noise by wrapping my free hand over her mouth. The other was still gripping her bicep, holding her in place with an iron grip I never thought I'd be capable of. He blood was sweet, as if I were drinking a liquified cake. I sighed in pleasure as her voice faded and her struggles grew weak. Just as she went limp in my hands, the shed door slammed open.

"Stiles?" A horror filled voice asked.