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Teen Vampire

Chapter 15

Derek paced around his loft, deep in thought. His mind was swirling as he tried desperately to think up what to say to Scott and Lydia when they arrived. It was just a few days since they returned to Mexico. Things have finally settled down within the pack and now everyone was taking time to rest and enjoy the peace in their usually chaotic town. Unfortunately, Derek was about to very quickly shatter that peace. He had sent a group text to the Alpha and Banshee, asking them to meet him at his loft. They needed to discuss Stiles. Now that the Deadpool was offline and Kate was taken care of for the time being; it was finally time for them focus their attention on the happenings within the pack. Derek knew Scott was already under a lot of stress, especially with Liam, but the problem with Stiles couldn't wait any longer.

He couldn't stop thinking about his brief conversation with Stiles on their way back from Mexico. So many red flags rang out in his head, his wolf howling at the possible danger that Stiles seemed to pose. Admittedly, it was a bit hard for Derek for wrap his mind around the idea of Stiles being an actual threat to the pack, excluding the Nogitsune of course. It had become adamantly clear that that was unfortunately the case now. Though Stiles danced around their questions like a well choreographed routine, it had become quite evident that Stiles had been lying to them. He was hiding something and Derek could sense it was something huge.

His wolf viewed Stiles a threat. When he was losing his powers, it was next to impossible to sense anything off with Stiles. He could still tell something was off, especially the night he find Stiles in the woods with a bloody nose, but he couldn't rely on his wolf senses to pick up exactly how off Stiles had been. Derek was stronger than ever now. He could smell blood and death the power on Stiles while he was a full wolf. Both Scott and Lydia had also sensed something was off about their human pack member and had been adamantly voicing it for a while now. Stiles was acting different. He was more secretive, defensive whenever he was confronted, and seemed to have gained some weird kind of superiority over the pack of wolves. He had asserted dominance over both Scott and Derek now. He was no longer acting like a scared, defenseless human who only had sarcasm as his defense.

The biggest red flag was the fact that Stiles had essentially admitted that he was no longer human. He had been changed the night he was attacked and refused to tell the pack exactly what he had been changed into. That sent alarm bells screaming in Derek's head. Why wouldn't Stiles tell them? Did he no longer trust them? Was he ashamed of what he was turned into? Was he scared how the pack would react? Derek had so many questions, hence why he finally decided it was time to address it head on.

He knew Scott and Lydia were just as suspicious as he was, but he wasn't sure if they saw Stiles as much as a potential threat as Derek did. He needed to find out where they were with this situation and if they had begun to formulate a plan on how to talk to Stiles about it. He had no idea how Scott would react when Derek told him he saw Stiles as a possible threat to the pack. It had to be said though. Stiles's secrets could put the pack in danger. They didn't know what he was and what that could attract to Beacon Hills.

The door to the loft suddenly slid open. Derek halted pacing and whipped his head to the door. He was so lost in thought, he didn't even hear them arrive. Scott and Lydia walked in looking tired but otherwise healthy. Lydia's face was neutral but gave off an air that she clearly knew why Derek had called them. Scott looked incredibly concerned and a bit confused. Derek could see the wheels turning in the Alpha's head. Scott seemed to have a good idea but seemed to be second guessing himself.

"Derek?" He inquired, "What's going on? You didn't really explain why you wanted us to come over?" Scott's sounded almost scared for an answer.

Derek crossed his arms, his gaze stern. "I think you have a pretty good idea why, Scott."

"You want to talk about Stiles." Lydia interjected. Scott turned to her, his eyes wide. He looked back to Derek, who only nodded.

Scott sighed. "I kinda figured."

"So what's the plan then?" Derek demanded.

Scott's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Plan? What, you mean like how we're going to confront him?"

"Well that and," Derek shifted his weight between feet. He let out a sharp sigh and decided to just jump straight to the point. "Scott, we really need to discuss whether or not whatever Stiles is hiding is going cause problems in the pack."

Scott's entire demeanor shifted; he glared at Derek. "Problems? What do you mean by problems, Derek? Stiles may be hiding something from us right now but he isn't a danger to the pack. He's a part of the pack. He would never do anything to hurt us."

"How do you know, Scott? We don't even know what he is now." Derek countered.

"He's Stiles!" Scott shot back, defiantly.

"Scott, I'm going to have to agree with Derek on this." Lydia spoke up. "I trust Stiles but we all know that he's not human anymore and on top of that, he's been lying about it to us. Stiles has always been loyal to the pack but that was when he was human. We don't know what he is now. Whatever he changed into, it could potentially effect if he views himself as pack."

Scott stared at her incredulously, his eyes wide as saucers. He opened his mouth, ready to argue but Derek cut him off. "Lydia is right, Scott. I know Stiles is your best friend but this something we have to consider. Stiles is part of a werewolf pack; he should be perfectly comfortable telling us he was turned into a supernatural creature. Something is holding him back and that has me concerned. We have no idea what he is now and how strong he could possibly be. Scott, you told me yourself that your wolf has felt threatened by him. Whatever he is, he seems pretty powerful and our wolves seem to view him as a danger to the pack. On our way back from Mexico, I tried to talk to him about it. He tried playing dumb and refused to talk about it. When I tried pushing him, he reared up on me like I offended him. He even acted like he was going to bare his teeth at me. Stiles is not acting like himself and he's not acting like he isn't a threat."

Scott stood silently for a moment, taking in everything that was being said. He then sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I get where you're coming from and I'm not going to deny that my wolf hasn't exactly been cool with Stiles since he was attacked that night, but I think you're wrong about him being a threat. Even if he isn't human, he's still Stiles. He's not possessed and he's not hurting anyone." Scott's voice was even and full of determination.

"You don't know that for sure, Scott." The Beta shot back.

"No, I don't but I know Stiles and I know he would never do anything to hurt us. You know what I think?" Scott paused. Derek raised his eyebrow, waiting for the alpha to continue. "I think whatever is going on with Stiles, he doesn't want us to worry about it. He's probably trying to find a way to deal with it himself so we don't have to worry. The same conversation I had with him where my wolf felt threatened, he told me that he didn't want me to worry about it. He kept trying assure me he was fine and I had no reason to be concerned. He only got offended and turned hostile after I kept pushing him. This was right after I accidentally broke Liam's leg. Stiles always puts others first. He never wants people to worry about him. Look I agree with you that Stiles is hiding something huge and he's probably struggling with keeping it secret. I think he wants to tell us but something else is going on that's holding him back from doing so. Derek, when you tried talking to him about it did he just straight up lie about it or did he tell you something like 'don't worry about it' or 'this isn't the right time'?"

Derek, who's face had slowly softened as Scott spoke said "Yeah, he did." He muttered softly, "I think his exact words were 'it's complicated and now isn't the right time'."

Scott nodded, a warm smile pulling at his lips. "See? Stiles, whatever he may be, won't hurt us. Stiles is the loyalist person I've ever met. He could have been turned into something that's a sworn enemy to werewolves and he still wouldn't turn his back on us. I know that for a fact."

Lydia walked over to Derek's couch, drawing the attention of the two wolves, and sat down. She crossed her arms and spoke "That still doesn't change the fact that whatever attacked Stiles could still be out there or could come back. We have no idea what we're up against and whatever Stiles is, it could attract only god knows what to Beacon Hills."

"That's true," Derek agreed, "Stiles may not be a direct threat to the pack but that doesn't mean whatever he is won't attract something that is. We need to confront him about this, no matter how much he fights us about it." Scott sighed, defeated. He knew Derek and Lydia were right but the idea of Stiles deliberately lying to him, his best friend, was hard to swallow. Deep down, he knew Stiles's lies could put the pack in danger but he didn't want to think about it. This was Stiles after all.

"Scott, have you sensed anything since Stiles was bit? Like some creature wandering Beacon Hills or some weird presence around Stiles?" Derek asked.

Scott immediately opened his mouth, ready to say no, but quickly stopped himself. He thought hard, trying to remember any moment where he could have sensed another creature that he didn't recognize. His eyes flashed in realization. "Actually, yeah! There was this one night I took Liam on a run not long after I turned him. I thought I smelled Stiles in the woods. I tried to find him, but I got where I thought I could smell him, he wasn't there. I could smell something else, though. Someone was out there with him. I shrugged it off, though. I called Stiles right after and he was in bed. I actually woke him up." Scott said.

"You only smelled someone? You didn't see or hear anything?" Derek questioned.

Scott shook his head. "No, nothing." His eyes suddenly widened. "Wait! I did hear something! Something really loud flew out of the tree above us. It scared the shit out of us. Liam and I just chalked it up to being an owl that we probably spooked."

Derek and Lydia exchanged looks. "So it sounds like some unknown creature is already hanging around Beacon Hills" Lydia pointed out.

"And it also sounds like whatever this thing is, it's really good at keeping itself hidden. It's sounds fast too." Derek added.

"Whatever bit Stiles, it was pretty powerful. You guys remember all the energy radiating off of Stiles in the hospital, right?" Scott offered.

The Banshee and Beta nodded.

"Scott what time did you hear and Liam hear that thing?" Lydia asked.

"Uh," Scott tried think of the time. "It was pretty late, maybe 2-3 in the morning.

Lydia reached into her purse and pulled out a notebook. She flipped it open and began scribbling something down. "Okay, here's what we know so far about what ever bit Stiles: It's most likely nocturnal, it's fast, it's really powerful, it doesn't like werewolves; based off of Stiles's behavior, it's secretive. Can you guys think of anything else?" The Banshee listed.

"It has a lot stamina." Scott added. They gave Scott a confused look. The Alpha elaborated. "There was a day at practice where Coach made us run suicides. Stiles was running along side me almost the entire time, which is something he's never been able to do. When we were done, he wasn't even winded. I don't even think he was sweating." Lydia raised an eyebrow, deep in thought, She scribbled it down in her notebook.

"Oh!" Scott snapped his fingers. "He's been wearing sunglasses a lot and he's been wearing a lot of dark clothes!" Lydia continued writing. "Oh, and all the girls seemed really attracted to him all of the sudden!"

"His skin is also a lot paler and his hair is darker too." Lydia mumbled as she wrote. "Anything else?"

"His neck healed super fast, and he keeps flinching every time the school bell would ring." Scott added.

"Advanced hearing and healing." Lydia reiterated as she continued to write. She looked over her list, cataloging everything in her brain. "Hmm." She turned to Derek. "If I didn't any better I would say he was a Vampire." She quipped half jokingly.

Scott's eyes widened. "Is-is that a thing? Are Vampires real?" Both teens turned to Derek now.

The Beta shook his head. "I don't think so, maybe way back in the day they did, but that would have been centuries ago. If they ever did exist, they're probably extinct. I've never heard of anyone seeing one. Most people I know think they were just a myth; a freaky story parents would tell their kids to scare them into behaving."

Scott pouted. "That's lame. Werewolves are real but Vampires aren't?" Derek gave him an incredulous look. Scott shrugged. "What? Stiles and I have watched a lot of horror movies! Dracula will always be a classic!"

"We'll, there's no way Stiles could actually be one." Lydia said, looking over the list. "He doesn't burst into flames in the sun and he doesn't sleep in coffin. Also, Vampires need blood and I can't recall I've ever seen Stiles drinking blood"

"He did smell of blood when I was wolf, though." Derek said pointedly.

"A lot of us were covered in blood at that moment, though." Lydia countered.

"True." Derek mumbled.

"Also, I've never seen Stiles freak out and try to bite someone. I feel like he would have lost control and bit someone by now." Lydia interjected. "He doesn't look like he's going to be sick every time he's around blood like Edward Cullen."

"He doesn't sparkle in the sun, either." Scott joked. They all chuckled lightly.

"This is the problem with Vampires," Derek grumbled with a sigh. "No one knows what's lore and what's factual. Of course, no one know because no one has ever seen one."

"Okay, so what is he then?" Scott wondered.

Lydia put her notebook in her purse. "I'm not sure. I think I'm going to skim over the bestiary a bit when I get home. Maybe I missed something in there."

"Hold on," Derek interjected. "We still haven't talked about how we're going to confront Stiles about this. We may not know what he is, but we do know he isn't human."

"Right, I forgot we still have to figure that out." Scott mumbled.

"Well, any attempt to talk about it with him has been a bust so far." Lydia huffed.

"Yeah, he either just blows us off or gets really defensive." Scott grumbled.

Derek scrubbed his face with his hands. "Well for one, I think it's best that we don't get the rest of the pack involved until the three of us have talked to Stiles. I feel like if the whole pack tried to confront him, things might get hostile." Scott opened his mouth to argue but quickly shut it. He hated to admit it, but past attempts proved Derek correct.

"We could all three sit down and talk to him. We could list off all the things we noticed about him that's changed and tell him we know he isn't human." Lydia offered.

Derek hummed in thought. "That's not a bad idea."

Scott brightened a bit. "We can let him know that he has no reason to hide from us. He'll always be pack. Maybe once he sees that we don't care what he is, he'll feel more comfortable telling us."

"We can't try to pry it out of him, though." Lydia said pointedly. "And we can't threaten him either!" She gave Derek a sharp glare. Derek sheepishly moved his gaze to the window.

"I don't know if it's smart for all three of us to sit him down and confront him all at once." Derek remarked. "Maybe we should all just individually hint to him that we all know and don't care what he is. Just let him know that he has no reason to hide it from us."

"And if that doesn't work?" Lydia countered.

Derek sighed. "Then we give him an ultimatum. Either tell us the truth or he get's kicked out of the pack."

~0~

Stiles glared at the container of curly fries in front of him. They sat mostly untouched on his bedroom computer desk. Most of the heat had already seeped out of them but the young vampire held little concern for that. His main concern was the fact that one of his favorite foods now tasted like bland mush. This was one thing he really hated about being a Vampire. Food lost its taste. Everything either tasted bland or chalky. It was like chewing on cardboard most of the time. He hid his lack of appetite as best as he could from both his dad and the pack by forcing himself to eat anyway. It took every bit of power to hide his grimace as he ate the already unappetizing school food.

Admittedly, this was probably the worst thing about a Vampire; speaking strictly on just day to day life. He couldn't complain too much. Hearing everyone's heartbeat and resisting the urge to drain every last drop of blood out of his fellow classmates was a bit of a struggle... but he was getting used to that. With every passing day was becoming more and more accustomed to being a Vampire. Even without Roman's help, he was learning about his new vampiric abilities each day. He was honestly now grateful that he helped Scott learn to control his powers, as well as Malia. Everything he taught them was now coming in handy for himself.

For example: Stiles could now release and retract both his claws and fangs on command. He barely had to think about it now. He was getting close to having full control of his eyes as well. Sometimes they still threatened to glow in all their vampiric glory whenever he was upset, but he had that mostly under control.

Since returning to Mexico, Stiles spent essentially every waking moment practicing control over his powers. His friends had pretty much figured out he wasn't human and it was only a matter of time before they figured out what he was. It's not that he didn't want to tell them, he just didn't know how their wolves would react to him. He was scared of losing control in front of them going to full Vampire. He just knew that wouldn't end well. He could already tell that the wolves were starting to see him as threat.

He wasn't ready to tell them the truth, anyway. Roman was still his main concern. 1. Roman ordered him not to tell them and he physically could not disobey him and 2. he was scared of what would happen if Roman ever found out. The old vampire was obviously up to something and Stiles didn't trust his master's ass in the slightest. He had made it abundantly clear that he hated werewolves and Stiles was terrified of what Roman would do to the pack if he ever found out Stiles told them.

He was honestly terrified that Roman would kill the pack.

Nope, as much as he wanted to his friends the truth, he just couldn't risk it. He had to figure out what Roman wanted and what he was planning. The Head Vampire had honestly told Stiles very little as to why he chose to turn him. Yeah, he kept saying that Stiles was the best option and it just made sense since Stiles already knew so much about the supernatural, but he was part of a pack of werewolves. He probably reeked of dog all the time. Roman hated werewolves and Stiles, for the life of him, could not figure out why Roman thought it was a good idea to turn Stiles. Beacon Hills wasn't Vampire friendly; why turn a human for a fledgling minion here?

There was also the fact that Roman knew about the Nemeton and had made comment about multiple times now. That stump had a lot of power and it seriously concerned Stiles that Roman knew about it. Something told Stiles that Roman was more than likely after the Nemeton but Stiles hadn't quite figured out how he personally played into Roman's grand scheme.

Stiles grumbled to himself; he was getting more and more frustrated at every passing thought. He was so far in the dark about his own species and top of that, the one guy who tell him everything was playing mind games with him and to make matters worse, he couldn't confide in his friends about it because he couldn't tell them! Stiles could never catch a break. The universe hated him. What? He got possessed by a deadly fox spirit that murdered his best friend's girlfriend among other people and almost killing him in the process? We can top that! How about a crazy Banshee that made a hit list so assassins could just waltz into town and try to murder all his friends? Not enough? How being turned into an immortal blood sucking Vampire by psycho old ass Vampire who thinks he's hot shit but has explained nothing to him so he just hast to play everything by ear and also have to simultaneously worry about said Vampire murdering his pack?

Stiles banged his head against his desk and moaned in sorrow. "I hate my life. I hate my stupid immortal, eternal life. I should move to Antarctica and live with penguins until global warming destroys the planet and kills everything." He grumbled miserably.

There was a light knocking on Stiles's door. "Stiles? Are you doing okay in there? I heard some banging."

"I'm fine, dad. I'm just struggling with my math homework." Stiles's excuses were getting pathetically weak. His backpack was on his bed, yet to opened. He clearly had yet to grab his homework from his bag; the desk blank of paper in front of him. Stiles didn't even bother to turn on his computer.

John eyed his son suspiciously, his eyes darting to the untouched backpack. He debated on called Stiles out and asking what was wrong. Every other attempt proved futile, though. He seriously doubted this time would be any different.

The Sheriff sighed heavily. He thought they had moved the lies and secrets with each other but apparently not. "Stiles, this is really starting to get ridiculous. You know that right?" His voice was stern.

Stiles kept he head on the desk but shifted it so he could see his father. "I know, dad." He grumbled.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"I can't."

"Stiles." John snapped. "I can't do this anymore. You've been lying through your teeth non-stop ever since you were attacked. This has has gone way too far. I don't know what's going on with you but you know you can tell me, right? I love you, son. You don't have to hide things from me. I'm worried sick. You've barely been eating, you've been secluding yourself to your room, you take naps at odd ours, I keep getting calls from the Scott asking if you're okay; this has got to stop!" John ranted, releasing all his built up frustrations with his son.

Stiles's bottom lip trembled, guilt ate away at his insides. He wanted so bad to tell his father the truth. He hated lying to everyone. Each lie was weaker than the last, mostly due to the fact that he just didn't have it him to keep up the charade anymore. He didn't want to lie. He wanted everyone to figure it out. He just couldn't outright tell them. Roman forbade it.

He lifted his head up, ready to spew out another bullshit excuse and upset his father further. He paused; an idea came to mind. Roman's exact orders were 'do not tell or show anyone that you are a Vampire. Don't even say the word Vampire'. Stiles's mind whirred into overdrive. There were loopholes in that command. He just had to get creative. He sat up in his chair and faced his whole body to the sheriff.

"Dad, I'm sorry I-" Stiles paused, his mind going a mile a minute, trying to come up with the best way to phrase what he trying to convey to his dad. "Dad I can't tell you exactly what's going on. I want to but I'm not sure how." He started.

John's face contorted in confusion. He could see the deep concentration on Stiles's face. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it."Okay?" The sheriff's tone was bit suspicious but he urged his son to continue.

"There's been a lot of things going on with since I was attacked and I'm not quite sure how I can tell you." Stiles stated.

John moved to Stiles's bed and sat down, his full attention on his son. "What kind of things?" John probed. "Is it pack related?"

Stiles's shook his head. "Not exactly."

"Is this about the Deadpool?"

Stiles shook his head

"The Benefactor?"

"No, it's something else."

"Is it something directly related to you being attacked?" John was starting to get concerned. Maybe he was wrong to assume Stiles was just blatantly lying to him again. Stiles really did seem to want to tell him, but something was holding the teen back.

Stiles opened his mouth to answer but found that he couldn't it felt if some had manually shut off his voice box. He favored his lip and nodded.

"Stiles, do you remember that night?"

He nodded again.

"Do you remember what attacked you?"

Another nod.

"Son, Why aren't you talking?" Stiles could hear the growing concern in his father's voice. Was this a good Idea? What if Roman found out? Stiles couldn't keep it in anymore, though. He had to tell someone. It was destroying him.

"I can't say it." Stiles whispered.

John lunged forward and grabbed his son's arms. "Hey, there's nothing be scared of. You can tell-"

Stiles cut him off. -"No, Dad. I physically can't tell you! I can't saw it out loud." Stiles exclaimed. He could see the gears moving in the sheriff's eyes and tried to grasp what his son was alluding to.

"You physically can't tell me?" John parroted.

Stiles shook his head.

"Is this like a mental trauma thing or like a supernatural thing?" Stiles had to hold back a sigh of relief. His dad was starting to catch on.

"The second one." Stiles specified.

John blinked, taken aback. "Is the thing that attacked you preventing you from telling anyone what happened?" John continued to probe.

Stiles looked his father dead in the eyes and nodded. He watched a flurry of emotions flash through his father's eyes. The anger, fear, and worry standing out the most. The Sheriff was starting to pick up what Stiles meant.

"Can you tell me what it was that attacked you?" Stiles shook his head. John chewed on his lip. Dammit, how was going to get this out of Stiles if he couldn't even talk about it?

"It wasn't a werewolf that attacked you, was it?" John questioned.

"No." Stiles confirmed.

"Were you attacked by something we've faced before?"

Stiles shook his head.

"Is it stronger than others things we've faced?"

Stiles nodded. "Very." He mumbled.

John swallowed, his mind reeling with so many questions. His heart swelled as parental instinct poured over him. He was seeing red, he was so angry. Stiles had clearly been struggling with this secret he had been keeping. It had been made abundantly clear to the sheriff that he and the rest of the pack had gotten their view on what was going on with Stiles completely wrong.

He licked his lips, thinking hard how to phrase his next question. "Whatever it was that attacked you; did it change you into one?"

Stiles's gaze darted to the floor. He rubbed in his hands; full of anxiety. He was scared as shit. Should he cross that line? Roman would rip him to pieces, but more importantly; he was scared what he would do to his father.

"Stiles?" The young Vampire's heart would be racing right now if it actually still worked. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He needed to tell someone. He didn't want his dad and the pack to get involved in this unless they had to, but Stiles also knew that this was something he couldn't do alone. This was something that was going to affect them too. It was only a matter of time. Stiles let out a sigh. His nod was only slight and almost unnoticeable yet John saw it clearly.

The Sheriff's eyes widened. His son just admitted to him that was no longer human. John fought back tears. He knew Stiles was never interested in being anything other than human. John wrapped his arms around Stiles in a warm bear hug. The Vampire hugged him back. Stiles knew then and there that he made the right choice. "I love you son, you know that right?" Stiles nodded vigorously but said nothing, not trusting himself to say anything.

John pulled away and looked Stiles in the eye. "Stiles, I have to know though. I want to be there for you and help you in any way I can, but I can't do that as much I would like if I don't know what you are now." John urged Stiles.

The teen struggled with how to respond. He couldn't openly tell his father and he couldn't just go full vampire in front of his dad either. Stiles's mind went into overdrive. His eyes scanned his room, trying hard to come up with a way to tell his dad without actually telling him. His eyes landed on the row of DVD's on the far wall. He jumped out of his chair; a brilliant idea light bulbing in his head.

John watched in confusion. "Stiles, what are you-" He paused himself. Stiles dumped all his movies on the floor in a wild haste. "Stiles?"

Stiles ignored him as he dug through the DVD's. "Where the hell is it?" He mumbled to himself. He threw a few movies around, finally grasping one. He held it up, reading the title. "Hah!" He stood up and stumbled over to John, handing him the movie.

John hesitated a moment, but slowly took it from his son's hand. He read the title. John's eyes opened wide, his eyebrows shot high into his hairline. He turned to Stiles, his face full of shock and horror. His eyes darted back at the movie then back to Stiles. He couldn't believe it. His mind was reeling and he felt like he was going to faint. In his hand he held a horror movie classic; one that had been Stiles's favorite since he was a kid. John took one final, awestruck look at the movie's cover. The title stared back at him.

Dracula

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