The Hale Pack stood there, staring at Stiles with shock.

"S-Stiles?!" stuttered Erica. "You're alive!?"

"No, I'm a flesh-eating zombie now," said Stiles, sarcastically. "Yes, I'm alive."

"OK! WHAT KIND OF SICK, CRUEL, TWISTED JOKE IS THIS?!" roared Scott. Everyone looked at him. "YOU GUYS THINK THIS IS FUNNY!?"

"You seriously think we had something to do with this, McCall?" asked Jackson, snorting.

"Someone is trying to mess with me! Stiles is DEAD! He was killed by the Alpha Twins!"

"No joke, Scott," said Peter. "No one can joke something like this. Although, if this was a joke, it'd be a pretty damn good one."

"Scott, if I wasn't Stiles, then how do I know your middle name is Howard, you're awesome at both the guitar and at skateboarding, and if you could sleep with any famous singer, it would be Miley Cyrus."

Scott stared at his best friend with wide eyes and his mouth wide open.

"Miley Cyrus, McCall. Really?"

Lydia kicked Jackson in the shin. "Shut up."

"Stiles?" Scott whispered. "Is it really you, man?"

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, Scott. It's me."

Tears built up behind Scott's eyes. He ran over to Stiles and enveloped him in a hug which Stiles did not return. He just stood there as Scott hugged him.

"Oh God, Stiles I can't believe you're okay!" Scott exclaimed.

Stiles pushed him away, surprising not only Scott but the rest of the pack as well.

"Save it," sneered Stiles. "I don't wanna listen to any of your bullcrap."

"...!"

"Stiles, what's wrong?" asked Lydia. "We're your friends."

Stiles snorted. "That's rich! You guys were never my friends!"

"That's not true!" exclaimed Allison. "You are our friend, Stiles!"

"Sure. So how many parties did you guys have when you thought I was dead?"

"None! Everyone in town saw sad when they thought you were dead, Stiles!" asserted Danny. "Your dad is miserable without you!"

Stiles winced at the mention of his dad, but quickly glared at Danny; he didn't want to show the Hale Pack any weaknesses. "So, since Danny's here, he knows about werewolves?"

"We told him everything when Deucalion tried to kill him," said Isaac.

"I see. And what did happen with the alpha pack?"

"We somehow managed to kill Kali and Ennis," said Scott. "Deucalion ran away, we have no idea where he is now. And we don't know what killed the twins."

"That would be me," said Logan. "I killed them to save Stiles. He was in bad shape; I had to bite him."

"You're a wolf now, Stiles?" asked Derek.

Stiles flashed his blue eyes at him, then they went back to their usual brown color. "Don't act like you didn't already know. You saw me take down Jackson," he said, smirking.

"You were lucky!" growled Jackson. "You can't take me!"

"Oh? Wanna fight now to prove it?"

Jackson roared and charged at Stiles, claws out, ready to strike. Stiles blocked his hand with his arms and threw a punch, which Jackson blocked. As they fought, they both seemed to be evenly matched. Derek and the rest of the pack were surprised at how good Stiles was.

Then Derek noticed that while Jackson was taking this fight seriously, Stiles had a lazy smile on his face and wasn't really putting his all into the fight.

'He's just joking around! Shit! How good of a fighter is he when he's serious?'

Stiles punched the blond werewolf in the face. Jackson snarled and kicked the brunette werewolf in the stomach, knocking him down, but Stiles just got back up.

Jackson growled. "You're starting to irritate me. Are you going to put in any effort?!"

"Uh, well, you're not that challenging." Stiles smiled and ran his fingers through his hair.

Jackson couldn't believe what he just heard. "Uh! What did you say!?" Jackson kept throwing punches and kicks, Stiles dodged everyone of them. Stiles kicked Jackson's side, bringing the wolf down, moaning in pain. When Jackson got on his hands and knees, Stiles kicked him in the gut, sending him flying.

Lydia screamed Jackson's name and ran over to check if he was okay. Everyone else stared at Stiles with shock.

Peter smiled and clapped his hands. "Well done. I knew you'd make a great wolf, but not even I could imagine you being this good."

Logan placed his hand on Stiles's should and smiled at his beta. "Awesome as always, Sti. I think you proved your point."

Stiles nodded in agreement. He turned to his old pack and smugly said, "So what do you guys think of me now?"

Derek turn away and started walking. "We're leaving."

"What? Derek, we can't just leave!" yelled Scott.

"We're leaving! Stiles doesn't need us anymore. He has a new pack."

"Typical," muttered Stiles.

Derek turned around. "What?"

"You're always looking for an excuse to leave me behind!"

"That's not true!"

"You wanted me gone the moment you met me! You always push me in walls and call me stupid! You're right, I don't need you, Derek, but you need me! You all do, but you guys never appreciate me!"

"We do, Stiles!" cried Erica.

"Then why do you never tell me so? Why do all of you ignore me or talk down on me? Why did it take me "dying" for you to start acting like you care?"

Everyone was silent after that. They didn't know how to answer.

"Please come home, Stiles," begged Scott. "I missed you, bro. We all did. You dad misses you. My mom. Everyone misses you."

"You just miss the research guy."

"We're sorry, Stiles," said Allison. "We know we should've appreciated you more. Please come back so we can make it right."

"Too late. I have a home here. I have an alpha who cares about me. I have new friends who are always there for me. And while you guys were dealing with the Alpha Pack, I was dealing with something way worse."

"What could be worse?" Isaac asked in disbelief.

"Me."

Everyone turned to see William smirking at them, an army of vampires behind him. Logan and Stiles recognized some of the people William turned. There was a boy from Stiles's math class and a girl from his P.E. class. The bookstore owner, grocery bag lady, and the guy from the video game store were also there. All the new born vampires had hungry looks on their faces.

Logan snarled angrily at William. "You son of a bitch!"

"Who's he?" asked Erica.

"That's William," answered Stiles. "He's a vampire."

Peter's and Derek's eyes widened. "A vampire!?"

"Yeah."

"Oh yeah," said Peter. "That's worse than a pack of alphas. And a vampire army is worse than one vampire."

"You guys should leave," said Stiles. "None of you know how to fight a vampire like me and Logan."

"We're not leave you, Stiles!" said Scott. "We left you alone before and you got attacked by the twins! We're fighting with you!"

Stiles stared at Scott for a good seven seconds before he pulled a wooden stake from his back pocket. "You'll need this," he said, handing him the stake. "Ripping their heads off with your werewolf strength work too."

Scott handed the wooden stake to Allison. "You know how to fight with this? And against a vampire?"

"I know how to fight with a knife," said Allison. "And I watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's almost the same, right?"

"This, is gonna be fun," smirked William.