Ch. 3 I'm On Fire
Stiles sat in the eerie quietness of the woods for about an hour before moving. Lots of things about him had changed in such a short amount of times. He cheated on Derek, became a vampire, fed from a wolf, and had the hottest…literally and figuratively sex of his entire life, not that he had much to go off of. The heat that had wasn't engorged his body was now completely gone. That was the only bit of change that he had noticed, oh, and that his eyes were now ten times brighter than they usually were, and the fangs definitely the fangs.
He knew he should feel really bad about what had just happened and how much he allowed it to happen. He knew he should be ashamed of himself for pushing the people he loved out of his feelings. The thing is…he didn't and he liked it that way.
"I think it's about time I get out of here don't you think?" Stiles said to the decapitated wolf lying across from him. The smell of it was growing increasingly foul and it was becoming a feast for the insects and rodents of the woods. He stood and walked over to the mess of shorn clothing and scrambled through it looking for his underwear that he hoped wasn't ripped to shreds. His hands brushed over something solid in the pile of clothing and he grabbed it. It was a small brown worn booklet. It looked a couple decades old. The binding was barely holding itself together and the words on the spine were almost completely scrubbed away. He was able to make out a few words.
"To…y….ear…Pavel…hmm he dropped something. It's mine now!" Stiles said placing the book down next to him and continuing the search for his briefs. When he found them they weren't ripped to shreds but had drops of blood on them and a tear on the back revealing a glimpse of his pale buttocks. He picked up the book and saluted the wolf "See ya later wolfie" and tested out his new vampire speed back to his jeep.
"Ok, I'll call you if I hear anything else…no Scott just stay inside we don't know where the Kanima is and I don't need you going-" he heard someone step on the front porch and unlock the door "wait he's here…yeah, I gotta go" Derek said before hanging up.
It was taking Derek everything in him to keep himself from turning into his full alpha form right in Stiles bedroom. He had told everyone to stay inside and they all agreed and promised he would. He knew Stiles better than to believe he'd listen, always feeling like it was his duty to make sure everything went according to plan. He had called Erica; of course she and Boyd were both together having a movie night.
Scott and Allison were stuck at another awkward dinner with her family. Isaac had been with him. So when he called Stiles and didn't get an answer he grew worried. He told Stiles that he should've let Isaac and him stay over. It wasn't like his dad would be home for a few more days.
Sheriff Stilinski had been called to work on a case outside of town and had left Stiles home alone. He made sure Stiles would be ok with it and of course Stiles being Stiles assured him there wouldn't be any parties, absolutely no parties. That was the least of the sheriffs worries…"Just make sure I have a home to come back to Stiles". Derek had been eavesdropping up in Stiles room.
Derek snapped out of his reminiscing when he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. His senses went on alert. Blood. He smelled blood, lots of it actually. He thought it was Stiles, but he couldn't smell his familiar cinnamon and woodsy scent of him. He prepared himself for whatever was about to walk through Stiles bedroom door his eyes flashing red. The door opened and there was Stiles, chest and mouth smeared with dried blood that wasn't his. He was standing there in his underwear, holding a book. And his eyes…those weren't his eyes.
"What the fuck…Stiles?" Derek questioned his stunned face turning into a frown
"Yes sour wolf?" Stiles said grinning
Derek saw the extended canines and he shuddered, he caught Stiles eyes flicker over his body and took a step back. This wasn't Stiles…was it?
"It is me Derek see…" Stiles said gesturing towards his half naked frame.
"You…you read my mind? What is going on?" Derek said wide eyed. This was already too much for him. A small voice in the back of his head was telling him he knew exactly what was going on. But he couldn't accept it. Stiles couldn't be, not his boyfriend a vampire? No.
"Derek, I can take the underwear off and show you the beauty mark on my ass if you don't believe me, I know how much you love it" Stiles said taking a step forward; eyes flashing a brighter gold hearing the frantic heartbeat coming from Derek.
"See?" he said pulling his red briefs off and dropping them to the floor.
"What the fuck is going on with you? Stiles what happened?" Derek said grabbing Stiles shoulders and pulling his hands back when he felt how cold he was. Stiles was cold like a corpse. Derek looked over his body. All the marks he made on Stiles were gone as if they were never there.
"Derek lets skip the part where you can't believe that I'm a vampire and fast-forward to the hot sex..." he said licking over his canines staring directly at Derek's chest where his strong heart was pumping violently.
"Stiles stop." Derek said trying to sound authoritative. He needed to get to Stiles humanity or this wasn't going to turn out well. But is it even there?
"Come on Derek, I know you want to…you love fucking me…don't you?" Stiles said lowering himself to his knees. Just when he went to reach for Dereks' zipper his hand was smacked away.
"Stiles, you have to listen to me! This isn't you. I don't know how, but you're going to have to snap out of it so we can figure this out. Come on get up" he said reaching down to lift Stiles up.
"No." With that Stiles grabbed the werewolf who was twice his size and threw him across the room leaving a dent in his bedroom wall. "I'm still me Derek. Just...better" he said laughingly.
Derek jumped back on to his feet surprised at the strength of the new vampire. He'd have to come up with a different plan. He couldn't use force; Stiles just might be stronger than him.
"Ok. Stiles…well I'm going to go downstairs. You should take a shower, get dressed and when you're ready come downstairs" he said walking past Stiles cautiously towards the door. Stiles grabbed his arm whipping him around and up against the wall bringing them face to face. "I told you what I want to do"
"Stiles" Derek said trying to keep his heart at a steady beat. Only Stiles could affect him like this.
"I want to suck…I want to taste you Derek" Stiles murmured into Derek's neck teasing it with his fangs.
"Stiles don't. You're a new vampire you might not be able to stop. Please just don't" Derek was in fact scared for his life. Stiles was out of control just one small taste of blood could send Stiles over the edge. By the looks of his blood covered body it looked as though he already had.
"Nuh uhh…pleeease Derek just one ta-" Stiles was interrupted by a thumping sound on the roof, him and Derek eyed the ceiling following the fluttering sounds of footsteps thumping erratically over the roof. When the steps halted neither of them moved. Suddenly the window of Stiles room smashed open and the Kanima slithered in.
"Stiles run!" Derek shouted garnering enough strength to push Stiles off of him and away. The Kanima swung its tail around frantically smashing Stiles desk in half and swiping everything off of his dresser. It let out a screech and lunged forward. Derek prepared himself to face off with the Kanima AKA Jackson again.
A blur of movement shifted around Derek and stopped behind the Kanima. It was Stiles he gripped the Kanima by the neck and smashed its head into the floor of his bedroom. "Hahaha, what do you mean run?" Stiles said looking into Dereks' eyes with a smirk.
Derek couldn't believe this. Stiles was overpowering the Kanima and not breaking a sweat. Derek had fought it multiple times and every one felt as if it would be to the death, luckily the Kanima would usually back off and change direction. And here Stiles was holding it in place with a smirk on his face. But this wasn't Stiles it was something else. Something dark and cold, with no remorse or humanity. Just a blood thirsty shell of someone he loved.
"Stiles…don't kill him. Just…just wait"
"Why Derek? He's the reason why I'm like this in the first place, I followed it into the woods and look what happened to me. I would figure that you would want him dead" he said tightening his grip on the asphyxiated creature.
"Stiles you can't forget that that's Jackson under there, didn't you want to save him?" Derek tried to reason.
"No you idiot that was Scott. I wanted Jackson dead; all of this is his fault. You wanted him dead too if I recall correctly. You were willing to kill Lydia…so surely..." Stiles tightened his grip even more and the Kanima gasped and whined trying to crawl away.
"Stiles…he has a family…that loves him. Imagine how they would feel, imagine how Lydia would feel! You can't fucking do this!" Derek couldn't believe this, was he actually begging for Jacksons' life? He noticed a change in Stiles attitude. He wasn't being smug anymore he looked furious.
"See Derek, that's the thing, before I couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything but be Scott's fucking therapist and deal with him and that bitch Allison and all their stupid problems. I couldn't do anything but constantly be rejected by Lydia for nine solid years of my life; she didn't even acknowledge my existence you know? Not even after my mom died." He paused and his eyes dimmed a shade lower.
"Stiles…you feel that? That's your humanity. You have to let it out" Derek knew Stiles couldn't hear him. He boy was too far gone.
"I couldn't do anything but carry my dad through my moms' death; I couldn't even mourn her because I had to make sure he was ok. Just like I do with everything; I put everyone before myself!" his eyes dimmed more and the Kanima was able to breathe more freely.
"Come on Stiles I know it hurts…but just a little more. Please!"
Stiles was now staring directly into Derek's eyes looking into his soul as he said these last words.
"I couldn't do anything…but sit here and deal with you, your attitude and your fucking mood swings. I had to endure all of that because your fucking family died in a stupid fire and you couldn't deal with it. Well guess what Derek, we all lose people. Get over it" his eyes shined brighter than they had all night at those words.
Derek's mouth was gaping open and his eyes were burning with the prickling feeling of tears attacking the back of his eyes. He couldn't believe he was hearing this. Was this how Stiles really felt? Were these his true feelings? He lunged forward to grab the Kanima from Stiles but it was too late.
"But you know what I can do Derek? I can do this" Stiles lifted the struggling Kanima in a blindly fast movement and stared directly into its eyes before he lifted his hand and punch his fist through its skull. Black goo splattered across his face and room. The Kanima went limp as he through it to the floor and looked in Derek's eyes.
"I've changed Derek. Get over it."