"Be...be...because it can't be that easy...It's never that easy...think about it...every time some random monster shows up...It's never that easy..." Derek looks at Stiles as he stammers on through whatever monologue his brain barfs out. Apparently his heart doesn't skip any beats so he must be telling the truth because Derek nods just a little. He looks Stiles in the eye. The pain is still there but there's also hope. More than a little. Stiles smiles. "I really don't know why I want...that..." He makes a vague hand gesture in James' direction.

"Vampire!" James corrects with a hiss. It makes Stiles shiver. Especially since his back is turmed to the thing, but he calms down when Derek growls loudly and there's a huff of annoyance from behind him.

"...vampire..." Stiles says as if the small interaction between supernatural beings has never even happened. "...to live...I just...Have this feeling like..." Derek nods quietly andd effectively shutting Stiles up.

"You..." He growls at the vampire, fangs menacing and eyes bright blue as he speaks over Stiles' shoulder to it. "...if you ever try to even think about threatening my pack, I will rip your throat out with my teeth!"

"You mean fangs." James corrects with a smirk. In a flash Derek is inches away from it, face and body fully human as he speaks with eerie calmness.

"I mean teeth." The vampire looks him in the eyes. Red shines in his gaze, but he sees something in Derek's face - probably his blue beta eyes or his love and protectiveness over his pack, Stiles thinks idly as he just stands there, a frail human under a wolf's protection - the vampire's eyes turn to their human color and he nods. "I'm taking you to my Alpha. He can decide what to do with you." Derek smirks at the vampire's defeat and promptly shifts back into his wolf form.

He howls loudly into the night, muzzle pointed at the moon. Stiles knows it's a howl to warn the pack, to warn Scott that he's bringing pray home. Scott howls back and all the blood in Stiles' body freezes over. Scott is warning Derek to be safe, don't do anything stupid and get back to the pack YESTERDAY! Scott sounds angry. How Stiles knows this...It's a mystery just like the rest of his night!

Derek trotts in front of Stiles expectantly. Stiles stares down for a second before a small "oh" leaves his lips. He reaches out carefully and Derek huffs in annoyance.

"Ok ok" Stiles breathes out, fisting his left hand in the fur at the back of Derek neck. The wolf shivers but otherwise allows it. Stiles gulps. His every nerve ending seems to suddenly have come alive as he moves forward. Derek's fur sparkles in the silver moon light as Stiles saddles him carefully. Derek shakes a little to adjust Stiles' weight to where he wants it and Stiles instinctively leans forward and hangs on tight, face almost buried in Derek's soft fur. Derek growls again and suddenly James is by his side.

"Lead the way." James smirks. Derek growls again, looking up into the vampire's eyes. It lifts its hands in defense. "Okay okay... I'll just follow my nose." Derek huffs his air out as he darts forward, following into the vampire's footsteps. Stiles squeals in a very manly manner, both his hands fisting in Derek's fur, legs clinging to the werewolf's ribs like vices. A warm feeling takes hold of the inside of his chest and he realizes it's what Derek's feeling under his weight. Stiles holds his breath with the knowledge that Derek enjoys being ridden by the defenseless human of the pack. Derek feels like he can now protect Stiles and Stiles can't help but feel safe on the werewolf's back.

It takes a little while to get to the Hale house, but Stiles is enjoying every second of it. The wind is lashing at his face, cold and hard like tiny whiplash strokes over his face but Derek's body is warm and hard under his body and his fur is so soft, so unbelievably soft under Stiles' greedy fingers. Derek's soft and warm enough that Stiles can not bring himself to care how cold the night is around the rest of him.

When they get in the clearing around the pack house, there's a great big white wolf with bright red eyes waiting for them, protecting the house where Erica, Boyd, Isaac and Jackson stand on the wooden porch, in their beta forms. Scott howls at the moon. Derek stops a few steps inside of the clearing. He bows his head and bares his neck at Scott. Scott whines softly in return, the sound too small, too soft, too welcoming in comparison with his raised hackles and bared teeth. Derek moves swiftly then, stepping behind Scott, on his right flank.

Stiles stands slowly and dismounts Derek. The black wolf whines but, then Erica and Boyd are dragging him inside by his upper arms and neither has time to protest any longer. Stiles watches as Jackson moves to Scott's left flank and Issac takes his possition in the back of their alpha, when both him and Derek shift back to their naked, vulnerable human forms.

"Why are you trespassing werewolf land, blood sucker?" Scott is using his booming alpha voice that makes Stiles want to cower under the very first blanket in sight, but the vampire doesn't even flinch. Stiles watches with wide eyes from inside the house, over Erica's shoulder as she's in her offensive position, half crouched over.

"I had no idea this was mutt running ground." The vampire hisses, eyes blood red, fangs out, in reaction to the threat in front of him.

"Lie." Derek states simply, his stance natural and seemingly relaxed, though Stiles knows he'e everything but. The muscles under his shoulderblades are pulled tight, Stiles can almost feel the tightness in his own muscles just from watching him.

Scott makes a sound resembling a sassy snort. Stiles raises his eyebrow.

"Trying to lie to werewolves. Not just a blood sucker, but a stupid one at that." He mocks the vampire, his words spoken a little weirdly and Stiles realizes that Scott's got his fangs out and is slowly shifting to his beta form, hair growing on his hands and back. Derek instinctively follows his alpha's lead and shifts himself. Stiles gaps. He can't help but think that Derek's beta form is simply beautiful. Majestic. Strong. Maybe stronger than Scott's were Scott a beta as well.

"Stiles!" Erica stabs him in the ribs, crinckling her nose. "Not now!" She hisses. Stiles blinks. Derek is standing up straight, perfectly still. Boyd is squirming by Stiles' side and James is grinning insanely. Stiles blinks again and something catches his eye before his lashes flicker closed. A tent in his own pants. Stiles gasps and covers himself with both hands. It helps with nothing, especially when he's basically reaking arousal all over the werewoles' confrontation with an intruding vampire. Stiles turns bright red. Like a beacon of red in the middle of the silver of the night.

"Stiles!" Derek finally hisses after what seems like eons. Stiles shakes his head to gather up the little amount of dignity he may still have left.

"Dead, dead kittens!" Stiles mutters under his breth, fighting his own body. Of course the small sound is enough for all the supernatural creatures around him to hear and James simply bursts out laughing. The sound sends cold shivers down Stiles' back, finally getting his erection to die down.

"Now I know why you keep a human around. He's a very entertaining pet." James grins, his face back to the beautiful human features, his tone normal, as if carrying on a normal conversation about the weather.

"Hey!" Stiles objects but has no time to say anything more before Derek growls loudly and Jackson utters his agreement with the intruder only to have Scott elbow him in the gut.

"Shut it." Scott hisses at his betas.

"What? He's right..." Jackson wheezes out and gets another elbow in the ribs for his efforts.

"Why are you on my territory?" Scott snarls at the vampire. James sighes. He lets all defenses down and slumps somewhat, still managing to look beautiful and graceful while doing so. He shrugs before speaking as if he's got nothing left to lose.

"Had nothing better to do tonight... My coven..." James inhales a deep breath. "My coven was murdered by another pack of your kind..." Another shrug. "I only escaped cause my brother ripped their alpha's throat with the last of his strenght... I guess I figured I should have met the same fate so..." He makes an ample fluid gesture with his nimble fingers twoards Stiles. "He reacks of werewolf... Figured it wouldn't take long till you'd get revenge for killing him..."

Stiles gasps. There's a felling of understanding growing inside of him, but it's so mixed with fear that it's barely noticeble anymore. Derek looks at him over his bare shoulder. Nods at him. Stiles chockes on air but nods back with wide eyes filled with so many mixed emotions. Derek faces forward again.

"You wanted us to kill you..." Scott says and it's soft. Understanding. Like only Scott can be twoards someone who should be killed or, at the very least chased away for wanting to kill a member of his pack. James shrugs looking indiferent and Stiles doesn't need a wolf's nose to know the vampire is at the very least scared and depressed. The thought makes something inside of Stiles burn bright, a feeling of weightlessness taking over him, as if he would still be under James' spell.

"Scott... I..." He tries, but Scott already knows his mind.

"We won't kill you." Scott says calmly. "We don't kill when we don't have to." He adds when Derek growls at his side. Derek calms down accepting his Alpha's judgement.

"But... but I..." James looks right into Scott's eyes. Steel eyes meet deep brown as James desperately gestures to Stiles again. Erica straightens up. Boyd relaxes at Stiles' side. Jackson huffs and shifts back into his human form. Even Derek relaxes by Scott's right flank. Scott steps forward and Stiles knows he's smiling. That's the only thing that would make his wolves relax as they did.

"You did what you did for a reason... twisted as it may be... I will not kill you for being lonely... nor will my pack." Scott quickly adds, most likely to calm Derek down. "That does not mean that you are free to roam our territory as you please or pray on the humans under our protection." James says nothing. He just stands there amazed at what's happening to him.

Stiles idly thinks that he looks young and helpless and alone and in need of a hug. He takes a shy step forward. Derek tenses again. Stiles takes two more steps before the black wolf is at his side, baring his teeth in warning. Stiles gulps but doesn't back down. Scott growls. Derek whimpers. Stiles presses forward, gently tracing his fingers through the fur at Derek's nape. I'll be ok he thinks and directs the thought at Derek. The wolf behind him whimpers again, but Stiles moves to stand by Scott.

"It's up to you." Scott tells him. Stiles nods as he absentmindedly runs the tips of his fingers through Derek's fur, at his left side. He looks at James then at Scott then at James again and finally at Derek. His big ice blue eyes are filled with hurt and worry but Stiles can't bring himself to shut up. Feels right as the words leave his lips.

"We're a bunch of orphans. What's one more to the lot?" He asks shily. Scott nods and looks at James pointedly.

James looks more than stunned. He's tongue tied. Frozen.

"You have been granted a choice." Scott says in his alpha voice. Even Stiles stands up straighter at the sound. "Submit to me as your alpha. Become pack. Or leave and never return." His voice almost ripple into the silvery light of the fat moon above their heads. The shiver passes through all of the wolves and Stiles. James' shiver is belated. Almost an echo of what the other being in the clearing have felt. Stiles knows the answer before it leaves James' lips.

"But... why would you... give shelter to... your born enemy... someone who wanted to kill your own... why?" James' eyes are watery now, his voice broken, like a child's who's mother has died of cancer, who's family was burnt alive by their much older girlfriend, who's father has locked them in the freezer one time too many.

Isaac is the one to answer.

"Because it is what our Alpha does. He saves the ones that need saving."

James falls to the ground.

"I don't desereve... I... I ran..." Stiles can see a single diamond like tear fall down James' marble skin.

Scott steps right in front of him and shift his claws out.

"Do you take me as your Alpha?" He asks. The whole clearing is booming with the power of his voice. James looks up at him.

"Yes." He whispers, but it is enough before Scott sinks his claws in the back of the vampire's neck. A single cry leaves his lips before his eyes roll back and he falls to the ground like a rag doll.

"Isaac."

"Yes."

"Take him inside. Teach him." Scott says and the beta moves with lightning speed. Jackson mutters something about a bunch of missfits and how he should find a better pack, but follows Isaac inside. Erica and Boyd move with them as well. Scott turns to Derek. "I know you don't approve." He tells the black wolf. "But it is better this way." Derek shifts back to his naked human form.

"I don't approve, but you're the Alpha. It's your choice." He lets out before his eyes move to Stiles. The sadness is back and so's the pain in Stiles' chest." "I will kick his ass if he pisses me off, though." Scott barks out a laugh.

"You have my permission to kick our Omega as much as you see fit, so long as the injuries are not permanent." Scott claps Derek's shoulder and runs inside after his betas and omega leaving Derek and Stiles all alone in the moonlit night.