Derek stood in shock, eyes moving between Stiles and dead Kanima. Jackson was dead. Stiles killed him and didn't think twice about it. The things Stiles had said left a gaping hole in his heart.

He tried to keep reminding himself that this wasn't Stiles and that he didn't mean those things. Stiles would cut his own arm off before speaking of Derek's family that way. He was the one who pulled Derek from the darkness of his family's murder when no one else could. He taught him it was ok to cry and mourn.

He didn't know his face was wet with tears until a cold light wind came through the shattered window and chilled the trail of tears. He wiped them and moved towards the Kanima under Stiles heavy gaze.

"What are you doing Derek? Tears? Really? For him? Did you forget how he used to treat me? Treat us?" Stiles said flailing his arms around to with any luck demonstrate his point. At least that hadn't changed.

"...Stiles...they're for you too" Derek said glaring at Stiles

"I don't need them Derek, I'm safe. I can't die. I'll live forever and ever and ever. You won't have to worry about me. I can protect myself now, we can finally be happy" he said, a twisted smile showing through his blood soiled face.

Derek growled low in his chest. How could Stiles be this callous? Yeah, He was a new vampire but this behavior was ridiculous, he didn't have any control?

He wasn't a vampire connoisseur. But his sister had been involved with one when they both lived in New York. He had become pretty well acquainted with the guy. His name was Mark. Mark taught him a few things about vampires. How they went through pretty extreme personality changes and intense cravings.

It had taken Mark seventy years. He didn't go deep into detail but he let Derek know that it had taken someone to come into his life and take him by the reigns and force him in the right direction. After that he slowly but surely returned back to his old ways. Not all vampires experienced this but those who did would need someone to help them through it. It would be difficult for both people.

Every vampire reacted differently to the change. Some could suffer a really bad week of the change or a really bad century. Derek couldn't wait that long.

He couldn't give up. So he did the only thing he could think of that could possibly get through to Stiles. He had to hurt him. Not physically, emotionally. The way he had hurt him. He exhaled and closed off his emotions, his wolf howling as he locked it away.

"There is no we Stiles" Derek said giving his best glare

"What was that Wolfie?" Stiles said not paying attention; sniffing the black blood on his fingers and scrunching his face up. He wouldn't be drinking from Kanimas anytime soon.

"I said there is no we. No us. Nothing. We're done Stiles" Derek keeping his thoughts empty.

Stiles turned his attention back to Derek knitting his brows together in confusion and then chuckling.

"What do you mean there's "no us"? Derek, you would never leave me. I'm the only person you have left" he said lowering his eyelids menacingly.

"See Stiles, that's where you're wrong. I have my pack, you're not pack. You're just some fuck up of a kid I entertained and guess what, I'm over it" Derek's wolf gave one last howl, it hated this. Derek didn't flinch.
"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Stiles flashed over to stand directly in front of Derek. Cocking his head to the side looking deep into the werewolfs eyes.

Derek chuckled, "Look at you, you really are a fuck up. I gave everyone simple instructions. Stay inside. Don't go out. And what does Stiles do? He fucks it up. Hell, he even manages to get turned into a fucking vampire."

"Derek what are you saying? I was just trying to help" Stiles said backing out of Derek's face

"Help? That's helping?" Derek said gesturing towards the dead Kanima which was slowly shifting back to Jackson's human form.

"I..."

"Save it Stiles, just move. Like I said, we're done"

"No...no we're not" Stiles said grabbing on to Dereks' shirt collar

"We're not done Derek! I fixed everything. The Kanimas dead and I can't be hurt! This is perfect. Right?" he laughed nervously his fangs retracting.

"Get off Stiles. Go to bed"

"No. I fixed it"

"Get off" Derek growled grabbing Stiles wrist as a warning. His wolf cringed.

"I FUCKING FIXED IT DEREK! NOW STOP!" Stiles yelled eyes glazing over. Derek tightened his grip on Stiles wrist and yanked his hand off his collar.

"I'm leaving. And you know what? You figure out what to do with the body. And try not to fuck it up like you do everything else"

Derek turned and walked out the door and down the steps ignoring the screaming vampire demanding that he come back. He walked out the front door and into the woods. He waited until he was far enough from the Stilinski house to start sprinting. He ran until his muscles felt like steaming pain. He wasn't even sure if he was even in Beacon Hills anymore. He had to get away.

He had sworn that he'd never open himself up to anyone again after Kate. And Stiles came and changed everything. Stiles showed him true love. He didn't have to wake up alone if he wanted to anymore. He had a love that was constantly reciprocated. And now it was all gone.

He knew Stiles needed him more than ever, but he just couldn't. Not now. He needed to prepare his mind and body if he was going to go down this path. He took off his sweaty t-shirt and wiped the hot tears from his face.

"I'll be back Stiles...just...give me a little time. This time...I'll fix it."

Stiles stood nude in his ruined bedroom going over hat had just happened. Derek left him. Derek abandoned him. Derek had never loved him it was all a game to him. He should've known this would've happened. No on ever stayed with him. Scott had Allison now and barely deserved the title of best friend anymore. Where was his dad? Not here. And now Derek was gone.

Stiles went to pick up his underwear when something broke under his foot. He lifted his foot to see what he had crushed, the sound of glass falling from his foot filling the silent room. It was one of the few pictures of him and his mom together before she got sick. It was a photo they had taken during their annual movie night. When his mom was healthy they would always go to see the newest horror movies the day they came out. The two of them shared a love for movies, especially horror.

He flinched when he thought about the slight gasp and giggle his mother would do every time the monster/serial killer would make a startling appearance.

"Oh! Stiles! Did you see that?" she would say as she grabbed for his hand and squeezed lightly because she knew her son was scared though he'd never admit it. Her hands were so soft and warm. He'd look up to see the glow of the movie reflecting off of her grin.

Stiles breaths seemed to be getting shorter and shorter the more he thought bout her. She was so warm. She was the one person he could always count on to make him feel better. His dad tried but he wasn't really good at it but Stiles applauded his efforts. He snorted a laugh and noticed a drop of water on the picture he was holding in his hands. He wiped at his eyes. At least vampires don't cry blood, he thought to himself rolling his eyes at his own True Blood reference.

"Wait what?" Stiles finally noticed that he was back in control of himself. He scrambled to find his phone but when he turned and saw Jackson laying naked on his room floor. The center of his face was pink and looked like a giant scar was healing itself. Did I do that?

He crawled over next to Jackson body, ignoring the broken glass, and looked over him. He could hear a slight heartbeat that didn't sound like it was going to last for much longer. He could feel a panic attack coming over him. The attack was worse than it had ever been his new vampire sense amplifying everything. The chirp of the crickets outside sounded like a sharp screams, the rustling leaves of the trees outside was unbearable.

He enclosed his ears with his hands and squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to silence the world around him. It backfired the sound of his pulse, (I have a pulse? I'm dead) reverberating from his palms into his ears.

"You just want it to stop don't you?" a familiar voiced broke through the cacophony of sounds.

"Yes! Fucking make it stop!" Stiles yelled flinching at the sound of his voice

"Look at me love."

"What?" Stiles half shouted realzing who the voice belonged to

"Look. At. Me" Stiles could hear the smile widening in every word

He turned to face Pavel who was standing in the frame of his doorway and was drawn to look into his eyes. Something in him connected with the elder vampire and everything around him settled. Stiles shuddered, even though he had sex with the vampire he still felt uncomfortably comfortable around him. He grabbed for his briefs and slipped them on.

"Oh Stiles come now. I've seen it all; it's so beautiful you have nothing to hide"

"What do you want? Do you see what you've done?" Stiles screamed pointing to Jacksons' healed, but re-dying body.

"Oh no Stiles, I believe you did that…through the face…yet it healed? Extraordinary"

"What do you want?" Stiles growled eyes flashing amber

"My book…what do you children say now these days…uuuh duh?"

Stiles brows knitted themselves together, "Are you kidding me?"

"No, avtually I'm not kidding you"

"Wha- whatever, I'll give it to you if you help him" Stiles said gesturing towards Jackson

"Fine, I'll turn him" Pavel shrugged "as long as I get whats mine"

"I didnt ask you to turn him you bastard. I asked you to help! Can't you like, give him vampire blood to heal him"

"You watch too much television...you're friends running out of time" Pavel sighed leaning on the door-frame.

"I...I...I don't want him to be like me! I'm a monster now"

"True. But he may turn out differently than you, not everyone reacts the same to the change" he twisted his lips up

"...I can't...decide" Stiles said looking down at the floor. How could he choose a life for someone else? Sure Jackson was an asshole and he'd probably let Stiles die without thinking twice, but Stiles didn't feel comfortable making this life changing decision. Could being a vampire even offer any type of life or would he be subjected to feeding off people in the darkness for the rest of his immortal life? He couldn't make this decision.

"Stiles you're dealing with the worst of the change right now. I can help you, and him" Pavel jutted his chin the direction of Jacksons dying body.

"I'll answer all of your questions. I just need my book back. I can guarantee you a semi-normal life. I promise"

Stiles eyes darted to Jackson bare chest and zero'd in on his pulse. He only had a few minutes left before fate made the decision for him. He had to mak a choice.. Even if he didn't, Pavel probably had a plan to get it back regardless. He was stronger and faster.

'Yes! Please! I'll give you your book just help him!" Stiles finally broke

"Sure babe, I'm sure you couldn't live with yourself if he died" Pavel pushed off of the door-frame and entered the room towards Jacksons limp body.