*Derek*
Derek slowly paced around the room, anxiously waiting Scott and Allison's return with the Beastiary. It had been almost 2 hours since they left. Had they gotten caught? Did Chris Argent now know that Stiles is a Vampire? After Victoria died, Chris had made an oath to kill Derek, but after he found out about his fathers' evil plan to become a werewolf himself, most of his hatred had left...most.
He heard Allison's car pull up.
"Finally!" he tought to himself, standing up and heading down the stairs.
As Scott and Allison came through the door, Derek noticed the small drizzle of snow that had begun to fall on the ground. His mind automatically went to Stiles, thinking about how the boy loved to run through the snow and make snow angels, build snowmen, and throw snowballs at Derek. Derek had always found this annoying, but now that Stiles wasnt here, Derek wished he could spend this day with him.
"Derek? Hello?"
Derek snapped out of his thoughts, noticing that Scott had been talking to him.
"What?" Derek asked.
"Wheres Lydia? We need her to translate." Scott said, sitting on the sofa.
"Um, not sure, Allison will you give her a call and ask her to come over with Jackson. Scott, you call Issac and Boyd."
As they were doing so, Derek dismissed himself to the other room to do some thinking.
"Well, well, well...Why the long face Derek?" Peter asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Peter, I dont want to deal with you right now, go away." Derek said, as he walked over to the fridge.
"Look Derek, I know youre upset. I know! But listen, if hes a vampire, he wont be his fragile little human self he is! he'll be powerful! Virtually indestructible. So what are you worried about?"
"How about the fact that we know NOTHING about these things. I mean what if he tries to kill us? I dont want to have to kill him Peter, but if he puts my pack in dager, I may not have a choice..." Derek said, letting his sentence trail off.
Derek left the room and headed back to the living room where the others had finally gathered to hear the news about the new creature.
"Lydia almost has the page translated." Allison said, walking over to Derek.
"Ok, I'm finished. Heres what the page says: 'The Lamia, commonly known as the Vampire, is a creature that dates back to before 6 B.C. The pursians believe the creature is that of an undead spirit that lives in the body of its host, which is their former body. It has also been said that the lamia can shapeshift into that of a bat, or what looks like a bat. Witness' say that the creature is pale, with marble like skin. Its red eyes are the only thing that give its apperance away as not human. Unlike most myth around today, The Lamia does not burn in the sunlight. However, the longer the creature is exposed to sunlight, the weaker it becomes before it feeds. Vampires feed on human blood mostly, but some have been known to feed on that of animal blood, that way they can live umong humans as though nothing has happened to them. Many vampires live in remote places around the world, hiding from the many that despise their existance. Those that hunt them have driven them out of the major populated places such as Europe, Asia, America, and Mexico. The only way to kill a vampire is by peircing them in the heart with a wooden stake. When a human is turned by another vampire, they must either kill their creator, or live under their control. It has been said that another vampire can break away from the control of the creator, but only few have been known to do so. The Vampire is extremly dangerous when first turned. They are a creature of the night, so they tend to be stronger when the moon is high in the sky.'" Lydia finished and put the page down.
Everyone sat their in the silence of the room, pondering what they have just heard. Most of the information they heard has been in the books they have read in the classic vampire books. But to think that Stiles could now be one was just crazy. No one in the room could believe that their hyperactive human was now a creature of the night...it was just to much for Derek to handle.
"There has GOT to be another explination! I mean seriously, Stiles could never be a vampire! THIS IS FUCKING REDICULOUS!" Derek stood up from his chair and stormed up to his room, slamming the door and throwing himself on the bed. As he lay there, a single tear streamed down his face as he though of no longer being able to lay there with his lover again.
"Hey sourwolf, why the long face?'
*sorry this chapter is so short! But enjoy!:)*
Derek jumped up from the bed, both shocked and confused by the familiar voice. As the figure slowly stepped out of the shadows, Derek face dropped as he saw Stiles standing there in the moonlight, surprised at how much the boy had changed since his transformation. He was more muscular, his purple Tee more tighter than usual. He was paler, which was weird becuse Stiles had always been pale. But the thing that really gave Derek chills were his red eyes. They seemed to pierce through Derek's soul, staring deep into him. His signature "Stiles" smile showed off his slightly sharper canines.
Stiles walked over to Derek with a somewhat graceful step. "This is weird, Stiles is NOT greaceful" Derek thought to himself. When Stiles got close, Derek couldnt help himself, he grabbed the back of Stiles neck and pulled him in for a pationate, much awaited kiss.
"Not so fast Mr. Hale."
Derek pulled away with a growl, spinning around to the window. Marius was leaning against the wall beside the window staring at them.
"Stiles belongs to me now. He's...oh how do you say...private property." Marius said, walking towards Derek, pushing Stiles behind him.
"Get out." Derek said, eyes flashing red.
"Hmm..Why should I?" Marius asked,
"Because I asked you politely...and I only do the once." Derek growled.
Stiles giggled, rembering Derek saying the exact same thing hundreds of times before, usually he followed through with his threat.
"Mr. Hale...Derek is it?...Well I do not find your threats all that frightening. In fact, Im pretty sure if i wanted to i could kill you right now. Of corse, I wouldnt do that because you are not my target..yet. Lets keep it that way shall we?"
Derek lunged at Marius, but Marius jumped out of the way, pushing Derek into the wall. Derek turned around fast, claws bared and jumped toward him. Suddenly he was up against the wall with a Red eyes staring into his and two long fangs threating to rip at his troat. Derek looked down and what he saw broke his heart. It was Stiles who had him pinned to the wall. The young teen glaring into Derek now green eyes staring back, confused.
Suddenly, as if he realized who he had pinned, Stiles dropped Derek and slowly backed away.
"Derek...Im...Im so sorry...I have no clue what just happened.." Stiles said, sinking further into the shadows.
Derek was to shocked to say anything. All he could do was lean against the wall in shock.
"Come Stiles, we have plans to make." Marius said heading towards the window.
"No Marius, please, I want to stay..please.." Stiles pleaded, somewhat scared.
"Stiles...now."
"Mariu...ple-"
"NOW!" Marius yelled, baring his teeth.
Stiles took one more look at Derek, looking him deep in the eyes. He love looked so hurt, so confused as to what happened to him. All Stiles wanted to do was explain, stay there and try and work things out.
"Stiles..I will not ask again." Marius said calmly stepping out of the window.
"Im sorry Derek...please forgive me. I love you."
Then he was gone. It had all happened so fast Derek barely had time to do anything. He didnt really know what to think. Had Stiles really just pin him against the wall? Why would he do that? What the hell had gotten into Stiles? Then he remembered the Beastiaries description..."When a human is turned by another vampire, they must either kill their creator, or live under their control.". "Could I kill him? If the pack killed him, would it break the curse on Stiles? Would stiles then be able to be his own person?" Derek wondered. Derek could live with the fact that he was vampire, but Stiles being under the others control was a danger to everyone in Beacon Hills...and he had a feeling that the one in the most danger was Allison.
*Stiles*
What had he done? Derek looked so hurt...so heartbroken that Stiles had attacked him, and why? Marius had not told him about being completly under his control. Was there a way to break this? Could he be with Derek ever again?
"Stiles, we have some planning to do. I let you see Derek, now you have to help me with this." Marius said, leaning over a table, looking at a map of Beacon Hills. "Now, I know you know where the Argents live, so why dont you tell me?"
"Marius, they are my friends. My best friends girlfriend lives there. I cant! I just cant betray them like that! Please, you have to understand.." Stiles pleaded.
"If you cant help me, then you are of no use to me. Let me ask you again...no, let me tell you...Tell. Me. Where. The. Argents. Live." Marius said, backing Stiles into a wall
Suddenly something stirred in Stiles. Some new found courage. He pused Marius back hard, sending him flying across the room smashing a mirror. Marius jumped up into a crouch. He looked at Stiles and smirked
"Looks like I cant use you. I hope it was worth it. Im going to kill the Argents and make it look like you did it then killed yourself. How would that affect the Beacon Hills community? The Sheriffs son, killing one of the most respected families in the city..makes for a great story dont you think?"
Marius then jumped off the ground, landing on stiles, pinning him to the floor. Stiles punched him hard in his rock hard jaw, then kicked him off, jumping up. Marius charged at him, Stiles caught him and threw him into a wall cracking it. There was a rummble as the roof caved in. Stiles bounded out of the way, a peice of stone barely missing him. The building collapsed on Marius. Stiles couldnt see anything around him but dust and rubble. He took the chance and ran, ran as fast as he could back to Derek's house. He had to get there before Marius had the chance to get out of the pile of stones and brick.