Chapter 2.

After a long moment the rough kiss ended and the two parted red, moist lips and panted heavily, only the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the quiet woods around them. The young man looked up from under his lashes with a smug smile and leaned in towards Stiles to lick the last drop of blood off of his lips.

Stiles stopped him pushing him away with the flat of his palm, the young mans chest felt muscular and hard under his touch. He really wanted to keep going but there was one thing he needed to know first.

"What's your name? He said leaning away out of the young mans reach

"So….inquisitive…" the young man said leaning forward to try and embrace Stiles lips again

Stiles grabbed his arm and in a quick flash; flipping the young man over onto his back slamming him into the forest floor with a heavy thud muffled by the soft ground of the woods.

"If you want to touch me again…you're gonna have to tell me your name" Stiles said leaning in inches from the other vampires face studying his eyes. They were so blue. The young man seeming unfazed by Stiles aggressive tactics to get him to tell his name laughed.

"Hahaha, hmm, you catch on quick don't you? Using your new power to get what you want eh? It's only going to get worse babe. But you wont be using them on me" with that he moved much faster than Stiles had, grabbing him by his dirty torn flannel shirt , lifting him and slamming his back into the nearest tree; causing leaves to come fluttering down to their feet.

"I'm much older than you, which makes me stronger and faster than you babe." whispering into Stiles ear

"Stop calling me that..." Stiles said some of his humanity returning. Only Derek got to call him cute lovey dovey names…even though he rarely ever did. That was reserved for their relationship. Stiles didn't even know the guys name.

"What? Babe? You don't like when I call you babe?" the older vampire drew out the last word longer.

"Stop" Stiles said trying to free himself from the steel grip of the older vampire, failing.

"I can make you like it, I can make you feel so good you'll call me babe" he said licking Stiles neck slowly, letting out a soft groan.

Stiles saw this as an escape route…if he could just distract the vampire for a moment he could make an escape. He figured this would be the best way to do it.

"Make...make me..." Stiles sighed out. He rolled his hips and his deliberate erection into the vampires' leg that he was using to keep Stiles in place. "See…you feel that? I want it"

"Want what love?" the vampire asked not lifting his head from Stiles neck still heavily sucking and nibbling.

"I want you to make me feel good again…I want to feel really fucking good…can you do that again? Please?" Stiles begged closing his eyes and slamming his head back into the tree leaving a heavy crack in the bark. I deserve a freaking Oscar.

"I could…but I have a better idea" he placed one hand on Stiles chest keeping him in place and leaned over to grab the semi dead wolf and tore it's head off in a quick rough tug. Stiles barely flinched; the smell of blood overwhelming him. The elder vampire took blood from the severed body and smeared it around Stiles mouth again.

"What is it with you and-" he was silenced by the vampires blood covered index finger pressing against his lips silencing him and then leisurely making its way past his lips and over his tongue. The warm feeling from before returned, spreading through his body. Just like before but it was back with a vengeance. It burned through his veins, it clouded his thoughts and he felt his eyes grow warm again. He was getting exactly what he asked for.

The older vampire let out a snicker. "Oh Stiles…I can read your mind, I knew exactly what you were planning...and you're no going anywhere until I want you to"

Stiles growled and sucked hard on the slender finger in his mouth. It felt so incredible, the wolf blood on his tongue was better than anything he'd ever tasted. Even better than curly fries. He'd do anything for more.

"You want more babe? Hmm?" the older vampire said with a smirk. He loved the sight of Stiles unraveling and transforming right before his eyes. He knew the boy didn't stand a chance. After this he'd change forever it was inevitable. He just needed to complete the ritual.

Stiles had sucked the finger in his mouth completely clean, but his hunger wasn't satiated, he looked into the older vampires' glowing eyes and bit down on the finger. In retaliation the vampire smacked him across he face, rather hard, and tugged his face back to gaze in his eyes; to see that Stiles was grinning.

"Unh uuuh...don't do that unless you want to get incredibly sick. Vampires mustn't feed from each other, you'll become insane. You'll become a monster traveling the earth looking for vampires to feed on. No one has ever survived that. And we wouldn't want that for you right babe?"

Stiles shook his head, wide eyed now looking almost apologetic. He had no control.

"Good…now lets finish this"

The vampire tore Stiles clothes off of him in a burst of movement and slammed him on the ground, knocking the unneeded air out of Stiles' lungs. He paused to remove his own clothing leaving Stiles underneath him writhing in a hot heat, burning and begging.

"Please please please…I need it, I fucking need it now…" Stiles said massaging his throbbing erection with his thighs. He was glistening with sweat all over his body, the moon reflecting off of his skin gorgeously. The vampire was loving this, the sight of his new creation beneath him, so much promise, and so much innocence; to soon be introduced to a world of power, darkness and pleasure.

He ran his palms into the bloody coat of the wolf and smeared it across his and Stiles entire bodies; across Stiles slick with sweat chest around his nipples, up his neck and down to his cock. He repeated the same deed on himself and leaned down to whisper with fiery passion in Stiles' ear

"Are you ready for this life?"

"It…it's not like…like I have a fucking choice anymore…" Stiles' said humanity peeking through again

"You're right love…you don't…you never did" and with that he bit down on Stiles neck at the same time penetrating Stiles' entrance with his own erection. Slowly fucking him; deep and passionately. Stiles lifted up off his back and grabbed at the older vampires' back with his blunt fingernails arching into the touch. He could feel an awkward pumping sensation on his throat where the vampire was biting, almost as if he was being injected with something.

"Fuck…fuck…FUCK!" He shouted in the quiet woods with every slow snap of the vampire's hips. His entire body was on fire. Burning like the sun it was painful…but the pleasure overpowered everything else. He rocked back into the vampires thrust in unison wanting to feel more of the cock deep inside him. He wanted to be closer; he wanted the fire to burn more. "Keep fucking me, oh god...don- don't stop...please don't stop" he wetly moaned into the crook of the vampire's neck.

The vampire finally released his bite on Stiles' neck and held him close to his blood covered chest, cradling his head while he pumped his cock deeper and deeper into his new creation. The raw sound of Stiles begging and moaning for "more" almost sending him over the edge. Stiles fit his hand between their two bodies and began to jerk himself off; the skin around his head was even more sensitive than he was used to. He matched each pull of his shaft to the thrust of the vampires cock dragging over his prostate. He knew he wouldn't last for much longer, this was all too intense. Yet he didn't want it to end.

"Too...fu-...this is too much..I...I can't feel my legs, oh my god...so good...more...please" Stiles hiccuped between breaths; nuzzling his head between the vampires neck and shoulder.

"So…greedy….Stiles" was all the vampire could manage before Stiles licked a sloppy stripe up his neck and sent him straight into climax. He came deep inside Stiles' and caught his lips in a kiss before laying him down onto the forest floor. Stiles was barely conscious and he loved it. He was on fire. He felt new, he felt even more powerful than before. A sharp pain shot through his gums springing him back into full consciousness.

"Ow…ow…what the fu-OW!" he screamed opening his mouth and gripping his canines. They elongated with a sharp push and punctured his thumbs and the pain stopped.

"It'll hurt less the more and more it happens"

Stiles glared at the young man, he didn't want the pain at all! He turned his glare away and ran his tongue over his new fangs and grinned smugly. Now he was in charge. Now he had powers and could take care of himself. He didn't need anyone. Shit. He didn't want to take care of anyone either. It was time he focused on himself. Especially with these new powers.

Interrupting his thought he felt hands on his shoulders pulling him back, he was hoping for another kiss when he felt lips brush against his ears.

"Pavel"

"What?" he asked quirking a brow

"My name, it's Pavel"

Stiles turned around to look in the face of his creator, but no one was there. Pavel was gone. Even with his new extraordinary vision he couldn't see anyone around. It was just him, their bloody tattered clothes, and the mutilated wolf. Ha….a wolf…how ironic he thought as he picked up the head and stared in its dead grey eyes.