*Stiles*
Everything went black. The last thing he remembered was putting flowers at his mother's grave. Now all he could see was a bright light.
"Am I dead?" He thought to himself. Stiles tried to open his eyelids to try to get a glimpse at what was surrounding him. but they felt like lead. His arm felt tingly and his heart thumped slowly. Then all of a sudden, silence. No sound resonated from anywhere. The only thing Stiles could hear, was his own thoughts.
"Awaken" Said a voice, low and musical. His eyes slowly opened, slightly burning at the sudden brightness of the sun. When he opened his eyes, he saw a face over his. A man in his late 20's, dark black hair, deep red eyes, pale soft skin.
"Look at me." The voice said, coming from the mouth that was inches away from his face. Stiles look at him full in the eyes and was slightly terrified by the mans intense stare.
"Wh...who are you?" Stile stammered as he tried to lift up on his elbows, but fell back from the lack of energy
"My name is Marius." he replied, reaching a hand out to Stiles to help him up.
"Where am I? What happened to me? Why am I here?" Stiles asked frantically, freaking out a bit.
"You are in an old, abandoned mortuary in Beldon." which was a little over 4 hours away from Beacon Hills.
"Well, why did you bring me here? My father is the Sheriff, and if I don't show up at home tonight, he's gonna come looking for me! Let me go!" Stiles stood up, but Marius grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to a wall.
"What are you, some kind of Alpha trying to get to Derek? Because it wont work!" Stiles said, trying to muster up his courage and face the man now pinning him to the wall with supernatural strength.
Marius just stared at him, a small smile forming on his unbelievably attractive face. Thats when Stiles saw them, the pointed canines showing underneath his thin lips. These were not like Derek, he didn't grow them, his face didn't change, he didn't suddenly become enraged. They were his teeth. They were always there.
"Please...what do you want? I'll give you anything..." Stiles said, becoming more and more afraid as he stared deep into Marius' dark red eyes.
"I already have what I want. You."
Stiles kicked Marius right in the stomach, sending him into the wall opposite him. How did he do that? Stiles thought. He wasnt that strong! The man had to be twice as strong as him!
"Newborn strength...gotta love it." Marius said with a chuckle, getting up off the floor.
"Newborn? What do you mean newborn?" Stiles asked, a confused expression spread across his face.
Marius pointed at a mirror beside an operating table, "Look for yourself Stiles."
As Stiles approached the mirror, what he saw both terrified him and amazed him. He had glowing red eyes.
*Derek*
Derek slowly got up from the ground. It was Dark out, and the crescent moon was shining high in the sky. Derek had passed out for about 3 hours, and he hoped all he did was sleep. He still couldn't completely control his Alpha rage, and wasnt sure what Stiles' death would bring him to do.
He slowly opened the door to his Camaro and got in. The smell of Stiles made his heart sink and tears stream from his face. He would never again be able to smell the sweet smell of Stiles in person ever again, never would be able to hold him tight, kiss him softly, protect him from danger. Derek punched the steering wheel, tears streaming down his face. He put the key in and started to drive away. He just drove, not really going anywhere, just driving to clear his mind and compose himself.
How would he tell Scott? Allison? Sheriff Stilinski? All these questions running through his head. What happened? Where is he? Could I have stopped it?
As he drove up to the Hale house, he saw the pack was there.
"Crap," Derek said, "Its pack meeting night...I'm gonna hear all about this one from Peter..."
He got out of his car and slammed the door. When he entered the house, everyone was eating and drinking, talking and laughing. Scott was making out with Allison, Issac and Danny were cuddled up on the couch, Jackson, Lydia, and Boyd were playing cards at the table. All that was missing was his hyperactive, talkative, funny boyfriend to run to him and jump on him. He had to try hard to hold back the tears that wanted to burst from his eyes.
"Guys, listen up. I have some...bad news." Derek said, as everyone hushed and looked at him. "Today I went to look for Stiles at the graveyard. When I got there...he wasnt there. All I could see of his being there was yellow daisy and a puddle of blood. As I was following the scent...it st..stopped..Stiles...is...is dead..."
As he finished, the room was dead silent. Everyone just stared at the Alpha who had tears overflowing. Allison ran over to comfort him. She grabbed his and rubbed it softly.
"Are..are you sure?" Allison asked, a tear falling down her cheek.
"Thats the only explanation I have. Never has a scent just stopped like that.." Derek said, trailing off and wiping the tears from his eyes.
Peter entered the room "I have heard of one other explanation. Of course, like everything else in these theories, it's just a myth, stories passed down from generation to generation of pale, blood sucking beast who are said to be immortal. The Spaniards call it Lamia..but it is more commonly known as...Vampire."
*Stiles*
"Vampire? Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of sick, messed up joke?" Stiles asked, looking deep into the mirror to see if he could see the outline of contacts.
"No Stiles, this is no joke. You are a vampire now. I have been looking for someone who had a distinct quality that would make for a great leader. Someone Charismatic, witty, and charming. Some one attractive and smart. I've been watching you for a while Stiles. At school, at lacrosse practice, with that pack of pups you run around with. I've seen you looked over time after time by that Alpha you so 'love'. Well not anymore Stiles...no, now you have a power not even werewolves have. See with vampires, we fit in with the world. We don't look any different, we don't have to change our faces to be who we are, and yet we still have incredible strength, speed, agility. And that myth about the sun...not true. We don't burn or sparkle like some people believe. As vampires, we have a way to control the mortal. And the one of the greatest thing: We are immortal! We live for eternity."
Stiles just stood there with his jaw dropped and an amazed look on his face. The only thing he could think to ask was "So...how old are you?"
Marius laughed. "I am 137 years old. I have lived through 2 world wars, the great depression, segregation, and 2 terrorist attacks. I was turned when I was 27 by a women named Helena. She was the love of my life...I was raiding one of the concentration camps in Germany, when I got shot. She luckily was my nurse, she bit me and turned me to keep me from dying. Of course when the US found out that Vampires existed, they flipped and killed her by driving a wooden stake into her. I swore that day, I would avenge her..."
"Ooook then buddy. Obviously I'm having some sort of weird Dracula dream or something, because there is no way this is real. Of course a year ago I didn't think Werewolves were real...or werewolf hunters...or kanimas...Holy shit, there aren't any vampire hunters are there?!" Stiles asked with wide eyes, "I HATE hunters!"
"Well...unfortunatly yes. There are vampire hunters. The closest live somewhere here in California. A family by the name of Argent."
*Derek*
"Are you fucking kidding me? A vampire? This twilight bullshit is getting old!" Derek yelled, throwing a book across the room, breaking a mirror above the sofa. He started pacing the floor angrily.
"Derek, calm down! Like I said, its only a myth. But honestly, wouldnt that be better than him being dead?" Peter asked him soothingly, trying to calm him down.
"But we know absolutely nothing about the vampire. The only things we DO know, are the cliche stereotypes: Pale skin, beautiful, red eyes, blood thirsty, no regard for humans at all! He isnt human any more! He can no longer live with his father, join our pack if thats the case!" Derek sulkly sunk down into a nearby chair.
"I think my father still has Gerards Beastiary. Maybe there will be something in there about it. I'll have to steal it again. If he is a Vampire, I cant let my father find out." Allison said, rising to leave straight for her house.
"I'll come with you." Scott said, following her to the door." As soon as you find anything, bring it staight here so Lydia can translate." Derek told her as he rose to go to his room.
*Stiles*
"ARGENT?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"
"Do you know this name?" Marius asked
"Do I know them? Hell yes I know them! I am friends with there daughter. Her family moved here two years ago. The same year my best friend got bit by an alpha werewolf. Then for like all of Freshman year, he had to learn to control his new 'abilities'. Then we found out that the alpha was Derek's supposed comatosed uncle, who also killed Derek's sister. So Derek tried to kill Peter, then Peter convinced him that he wasnt the bad guy. THEN this crazy bitch named Kate Argent captured Derek and tried to kill him. So to find Derek, Peter bit my friend Lydia in a sort of sick ransom attempt. So I helped him find Derek. Then after we found Derek, Derek killed Peter then turned into the alpha! And we thought 'That should be it right?' WRONG! Sophomore year, Derek went pack crazy and started biting any self concious teenager. He bit my friend Jackson. However, Jackson turned into the Kanima, some creepy snakelike shapeshifiting thing. Then Allison's crazy argent grandfathet Greard came in with his whole 'chop them all in half' philosophy. Then we found out Lydia was immune to the bit. And then somehow Peter found a way to communicate from the dead and taught Lydia how to bring him back to life. So she did. Then we found out that a kid named Matt was controling Jackson as the Kanima in order to kill all the people who had tried to drown him. Gerard killed him and became 'Leader of the Kanima' and threated Scott's mom, who now knows that he is a werewolf. So Scott started to secretly poison Gerard with some kind of pill. Then when Gerard found out he was poisoned, he ordered Jackson to kill them, but Jackson finally turned into a regular werewolf. This whole time I thought I was in love with Lydia, but found out that I was head over heels for Derek. Then one day he told me that he loved me! Then last week he asked me to be his mate, which I think is a werewolves way of asking you to marry him, so I said yes. Then when I was visiting my mothers grave to tell her the news, you bit me I guess, and now I'm here! So yes, I know the Argents." Stiles finished, taking a deep breath.
Marius just stood there for a second, trying to take in everything that Stiles had just said.
"Do you always talk so fast? I barely caught that. So basically the Argents live in Beacon Hills and hunt all the mythological creatures that cross the boarder?"
"Yea, I guess I could have just said that..." Stiles said, slightly embarrased that is ADHD had gotten the better of him again.
"Well I have been trying to find the Argent family ever since they killed my beloved Helena. Yes, the general in the army that ordered he execution was an Argent. Ever since that day I swore I would see the Argent family suffer!" Marius exclaimed, rising from his chair.
"Ok buddy, calm down for a sec. Lets just take a deep breath and sit back down. You cant just kill the Argents that live in Beacon Hills because some Argent from 100 years ago killed Helena! They have nothing to do with that!" Stiles said, trying to get Marius to sit down.
"No, but they would have done the same thing if they would have been there! Every Argent is exactly the same: Kill anything that isnt like them!" Marius said, pushing Stiles aside "You WILL take me to them! And you WILL help me KILL THEM!"
*Hope you are enjoying. I know a lot of you hate the idea of Vampires in Teen Wolf, but that's why they call it a fanfic after all right? Let me know what you think!:) I know its not a very original creation with the whole vampire/werewolf story thing!*