Here's Chapter 2 guys! Hope you enjoy!

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The birds whistled loudly in the trees as Siles lay unconscious on the cold hard ground. The sun had risen as was now at its highest point in the sky. Stiles quickly shoot up into a sitting position with a large gasp. He grasped at his throat, breathing deeply and he looked around panic stricken. The sun was so bright it caused him to squint his brown eyes as he continued to look around. He was still in the woods. He tried to remember what happened but couldn't focus on anything but the burning sensation in his throat and hungry growing in his stomach. He quickly gathered his thoughts and pushed himself off the ground. He knew he had to get home as soon as possible so he started walking, hoping to eventually find some way out the woods.

Stiles felt so disorientated as he wondered around beacon hills. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He clumsily dug into his trouser pocket to take out his phone but was hit by a strong smell. His mouth watered and the phone dropped to the ground. He quickly scrambled to pick it up and open the message.

Stiles! Come to the hospital quick! Another body turned up .- Scott

Stiles quickly put the phone back in his pocket and hurried off in what he guessed to be the direction of the hospital.

Eventually Stiles had made it to Beacon Hills Memorial. It had taken way longer than normal but at least he could now walk upright. The police were outside the hospital, their sirens blaring loudly and the lights disorientating stiles vision even more. He didn't understand, why was everything so loud?

Scott saw Stiles standing on his own at the other side of the car park. He yelled loudly and waved one hand in the air to get his attention.

"STILES!"

Stiles winced as Scott yelled his name and the action didn't go unnoticed by Scott. He turned and started walking towards all the commotion.

He made it the group Stiles, Lydia and his dad. And all of a sudden, he was hit by a scent that made his throat burn and his mouth water all at the same time. He looked around and saw a pool of blood on the concrete and he felt dazed as he looked at it.

"What…Urm…happened?" Stiles asked as he shook his head from side to side.

"A girl turned up at ER possibly looking for help but she bled out here on the concrete before anyone got to her." Scott explained.

"How many are dead now?" Lydia enquired.

"I erm want to say around 8 dead but that could more" Stiles tried to explain but the sirens were just so loud, he was having so much trouble concentrating. He bent down to get closer to the blood whilst Scott, Lydia and his dad chatted about the case. As if he was on auto pilot, Stile reached for the blood. His hand got closer and closer till the crimson liquid costed his fingers. Something in his body was telling him to bring his blood covered fingers to his lips and he became a slave to those thoughts.

"Stiles! What are you-?" Lydia squawked.

"Nothing!" Stiles exclaimed as he realised what was happening "I was just um smelling the blood for any clues!" he took a great big whiff of the blood which he instantly regretted.

"O-Kay, Anything weird?" Lydia asked him.

"Nope just normal blood" Stiles shrugged and wiped the blood on his hoodie, regretting it immediately.

The other three looked at stiles confused as he wiped the victim's blood on himself.

"I'm going to go back the house and look through stuff" Stile said quickly then started walking off as fast as he could.

His friends and dad just nodded at him as he let and then they went back to talking about the case. What they didn't know was is that stiles hadn't gone home, no, he made his way into the hospital Via one of its many entrances. He managed to make it to the level where they keep at the donated blood. Stiles was curious about his weird dazed like reaction to the blood which made him grab a bag and leave as quickly as possible. He was stupid enough to try anything there, so he went home.

Back at home Stiles had locked himself in his room, put the blood bag on the table. He felt the light shine through the window and he rushed to shut the curtains. With the curtains closed and the house completely silent, Stile took a moment to breathe, all the noises had overwhelmed him so much today and he had no clue why. He sat on the bed and allowed his head to drop into his hands. After being sat in that position for what seemed like forever, Stiles became very aware of the burning in his throat again and he slowly stood up staring at the blood bag on his desk. He started to pace back and forth trying to figure out everything.

6 hours later, it was dark outside, and Stiles had stopped pacing and was now staring at the blood bag trying to stop himself reaching for it. Unfortunately, Stiles wasn't strong enough to resist anymore. He quickly reached for the bag and ripped it open with his teeth and started drinking, furiously. As the blood ran down his throat, he felt the sweet relief it gave him.

When he finished the blood, he threw down the bag and gripped the side of the table and looked in the mirror. What he saw staring back scared the life out of him. His eyes were black, and he had red veins protruding out from under his eyes. He screamed. Unbeknownst to him he flitted around his room quickly, falling over and breaking things in his panic. He heard a knock at the door. He stopped in his tracks. He ran downstairs and cautiously approached the door. He slowly reached for the door handle and pulled it open. With the door wide open he looked around and there was no one at the door but there was a white box sat on the doorstep. He picked it up and opened it. Inside the box was a note and a silver ring with some kind of blue stone on it. Stiles read the note.

Dear Stiles If you would like to continue living to figure what is going on, I suggest wearing this ring all the time.

Till we meet…...

-K.M.

Such a crypt message, he thought as he pulled the ring out the box and looked at it closely. He was sure what was going on but he figured that doing what the note said was probably the wisest thing to do. He slowly slides the ring onto his right middle finger where it was a perfect fit.

A million questions on his mind as he studied the new addition to his hand.

What was happening to him?

Why did he need this ring?

Who was K.M.?

What happened last night?

All these thoughts occupied his mind as he made his way back to the room. Once there he looked at the curtains and slowly opened them. He stared at the moon with a newfound admiration for it. He sat on the bed and started to process everything that happened over the past 24 hours.

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So that's the end of Chapter 2. I really hope you are enjoying reading it and if you have any questions or queries please don't hesitate to ask.

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