Lamest vampire ever --

[wolfmaster]

Stiles felt good. He felt very good. Like incredibly supercharged and energized. Which was pretty damn impossible considering he'd been on his death bed the past couple of days since he'd been found drained of blood and sporting a nasty bite mark on his neck not too long ago. Everyone had assumed he'd been bitten by one of the alphas encroaching on Beacon Hills.

Oh yeah, he'd been pale and sweaty, mumbling weirder things then usual -- and now he was up and moving around. Not to mention he was scarfing down every bit of food he could find. He'd already cleared out the fridge and had sent Scott out to gather some curly fries and other snacks. Scott, seeing how lively his friend had become, had been only too happy to do so.

Which left him alone in the company of Derek, his pack, and that uber creeper Peter Hale. Seriously, the company was a bit lacking here.

The only odd thing was how pale and underfed he looked, which could have been left to the fact that he'd been borderline death bed the past few days. Add to that the fact that no matter how much he consumed, his hunger was never satisfied.

Oh and Derek had been watching him like a hawk the entire time.

"Dude, what is your problem? You're staring at me like I'm gonna sprout wings or something! It's kinda creeping me out."

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[bloodredeyes]

There was a smell lingering in the room. A smell he only had the faintest memory of. He'd been a little boy, too young to fully understand things, but old enough to remember. They had had a family friend come over, have dinner and leave. Everyone beside his father had been tense and he'd never come back.

Derek stayed back, toward the door with an easy exit behind him. The smell was strong, metallic and it made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. He was used to feeling fear when it came to Stiles, the boy was barely scary to a human, let alone an alpha. Now though, every instinct was on edge.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, not really caring. He was hoping the answer would explain this reaction he was having. Things didn't add up and when it came to a bite they should. After the mess with Jackson he was wary. Stiles smelt nothing like a wolf and that bite wasn't right. Werewolves didn't leave a man nearly bloodless and leave the fresh meat alone.

[wolfmaster]

Of course Scott hadn't stopped to question his best friend's good health and Stiles himself had been sort of out of it the last few days, so Derek's question caught him off guard. It actually made him pause in his incessant rampage of the charred fridge that somehow seemed semi-operational in the remains of the Hale house where everyone had gathered to nervously watch over him.

"Starving! How do you survive on this crap?!" This 'crap' being ground beef and other assorted cuts of meat. Stiles was used to a diet of fast food since his father wasn't much of a cook. "Don't you have a stash of cookies somewhere? Seriously everyone has a stash of cookies...."

He'd never been this hungry before. It was like his stomach was a bottomless pit and nothing solid could fill it up. He was so hungry that he grabbed the reddest looking meat he could find and simply bit through the plastic. The meat tastes terrible, but the faint trace of blood forced his eyes to turn red.

[bloodredeyes]

Derek jumped back when he saw the eyes, his own flashing. Red meant alpha, but Stiles was no alpha. There was no way, no one started out as an alpha. He growled and backed against the door before he got his instincts under control. It'd been a long time since anything had made him jump like that, but suddenly he felt like he might be in the presence of something powerful, naturally powerful.

He watched with keen eyes as Stiles drank the blood and the stupidest idea came to his mind.

"If you start sparkling I'll put you out of your misery," Derek promised and then left. He came back with a bag of deer that was full of blood and held it up near Stiles.

"Want this?"

[wolfmaster]

Derek's growl startled him. In fact it startled him so much that he dropped the meat and jumped. He jumped so high that he was suddenly clinging to the ceiling like it was nothing.

"Wow! Did you see that?" Yeah, totally ignoring how uncomfortable his very presence seemed to make Derek. Stiles was too in awe of his own awesomeness. "I'm like Spiderman!"

Just watch him crawl his way around your ceiling. Totally awesome, right?

The scent of fresh blood brought him to the ground again, landing in graceless, grunting heap - apparently he wasn't the most graceful of vampires. He moved towards Derek so fast it probably startled the both of them. Grabbing the bag, he gave it one long sniff before recoiling with a grimace. It wasn't alive and it wasn't going to be very nurturing for a baby vampire like himself. "I do, but at the same time I don't. It's like the last burnt fry on my plate. And what were you saying about sparkling?"

[bloodredeyes]

At least Stiles was still clumsy, proof that the awkward young boy was still inside of his newly born creature. He felt an odd comfort in that. The boy could be a pain, but the boy was also easy to scare, had a quick mind and an inferiority complex. He'd have to keep all those things in mind when dealing with him.

"I'll get you something fresh later," Derek promised feeling an odd need to help him. No creature newly transformed should be alone. He'd been born into a loving family that understood and could help the impulses, the fears. He might only know lore about this type, but he might be able to study and help. That was if the arrogant boy could take it. Scott, a overly heroic boy, might not be able to handle ever impulse that this change would give Stiles. The blood lust would be worse than Scott could understand and the want to kill, to different from the friend he knew to accept it.

"You're not the stupidest man in the world, Stiles. Surely you've seen Dracula at some point."

[wolfmaster]

Stiles glances at the bag of deer blood and sniffs it again. Part of him (the human part) was disgusted at the mere sight and yet a stronger, wilder part of him urged him to feed. Derek was in mid-sentence before the pale, scrawny teenage boy sprouted some impressive fangs and totally went to town on the blood bag. He ripped it all to shreds without meaning to and so he came out of his blood lust with his entire face and shirt stained red with blood.

Slowly the blood red state of his eyes began to fade back to his normal eye color, although he was still breathing heavily. It was even longer before he could fully process the meaning behind Derek's words.

"I'm a....vampire? Oh of course! Because if werewolves, kaminas, and werewolf hunters are real, why not vampires?" Sarcasm was simply dripping off him. Much like the blood he's spilled all over his face.

"This is so weird. Wait, do I sparkle? Please tell me I don't because if I do just stake me right here and now."

[bloodredeyes]

Sarcasm to start out with and then, later, there would be anger or tears. It was a bit easier for Stiles, he'd known what was out there.

"That's why I offered. It would absolutely do that for you if you're anything like that pathetic breed," Derek said, more aggression in his voice than before, but no real anger. He made it his business to read up on all the lore about werewolves, even down to the pop culture. He wanted to know what society expected so he could stay in their blind stop.

"I need you to walk with me and just let the light of the sun barely touch you. We need to know your limitations," he said wondering what Stiles would think of the 'we' included.

He turned without an answer and headed to the door, towards the light outside. He opened the door and let the the sun in.

[wolfmaster]

Derek had a point. Right now Stiles was in shock and awe. He'd gone out into the woods after Scott and woke up out of a coma to this existence. Which also begged the question, where was the vampire who had dined and dashed on him to begin with? Had the scent of so many werewolves in the area scared him off?

Subconsciously he wiped at his chine with the sleeve of his opposite arm, looking a bit anxious at the prospect of greeting sunlight for the first time since his transformation.

"You sure this is a good idea? I mean I've seen all the movies. What if I 'poof'? I mean, turn into dust and ash? Then how are you going to explain that to Scott? Or my dad?" He was nervous and when he was nervous his only defense mechanism was to talk incessantly, even if he didn't make any sense at all.

He lagged behind Derek, worrying at his bottom lip as he cautiously stepped into the direct sunlight. His eyes clenched shut, fully expecting his body to burst into flames.

Nothing dramatic happened at all.

"Guess we can cross off sunlight and sparkling. Oh and before you go an try the whole 'stake' myth, can we just skip that for now?"

[bloodredeyes]

"Until later," Derek said sounding like it meant it and for all Stiles knows he did. He turned back towards the place he was calling their den and knew without looking that Stiles would fallow. That's what he did.

"Take off your shirt. The smell of blood will only make it worse," Derek told him, knowing what the need to fill was like. He only felt it sometimes, Stiles might feel it every minutes of every day. He hoped Stiles was stronger than how he acted or he might really have to start sharpening a stake.

[wolfmaster]

Stiles kicked the door shut behind him on his way back inside Derek's happy little Alpha den. Just in case. He'd seen plenty of Buffy episodes and the last thing he wanted was to fall asleep and wake up on fire.

When Derek asked him to - no demanded - he take off his shirt, he shot the werewolf an indignant look. Then he remembered that one incident with Danny and decided it would only be fair. Shrugging out of his shirt, he tosses it towards Derek. He still had the same build he'd had before - namely none. Nada. The ladies weren't exactly beating down the doors to be with a toothpick thin guy.

"How do you even know this stuff? Because I'd really like to start hearing some hard core facts right about now. Also I'd kinda like to know who bit me....?"

[bloodredeyes]

His eyes were shameless as they stared at his pathetic form. Would he be trapped like that forever? At least a werewolf bite improved one's physical form.

He wasn't about to admit that he knew less about vampires than Stiles might think. Legend was as close he got and who was to say the legends of the wolf were any better than those of man.

"Someone you didn't plan to leave you alive. I've never met a species who makes a new life without planning to care for it in some way. They thought you would die or were interrupted in the killing process. I doubt they'll come back for you if they figure out this area is claimed by werewolves," he said, although had no idea if vampires feared werewolves at all. He couldn't see his uncertainty to show and it didn't, if anything, he was almost over confident.

[wolfmaster]

Yeah, Stiles was pretty much stuck this way for the rest of his immortal life. It probably had it's advantages. After all, who was ever going to think of him as a serious threat? Yet there was no doubt that a virtual wealth of supernatural power lay beneath that pale skin. It simply remained untapped at the moment.

"So I guess vampires don't have a pack? Never heard of a pack of vampires....." As far as he knew from movies and televisions, vampires were drifters and loners. Which made sense. What was a vampire doing in a territory brimming with werewolves to begin with? And why had he thought Stiles would be a tasty treat?

"Yay, looks like I'm an orphan." More sarcasm. Hey, at least Scott had Derek and that creeptastic Peter Hale to try and help him, not that Stiles hadn't helped where he could. "Sooo...other then blood lust and climbing walls, do I get any other cool powers?"

[bloodredeyes]

The word orphan made him flinch. He wouldn't let even an annoying brat like Stiles suffer with his condition alone. He couldn't allow it either. A vampire killing spree on his land would make him look weak and he'd definitely have to kill the creature t that did it. Killing Stiles would upset Scott and Scot was hard enough to do deal with when he wasn't out for vengeance.

"We'll have to wait and see. These things normally develop and develop faster when you're fed. I'll take you hunting once the sun goes down and we'll get you some flesh blood. Let's just hope animal blood will sooth you. If not, things might get more complicated."

[wolfmaster]

Derek usually knew his way around these supernatural myths, so even though Stile's internal instincts were reading full on 'bullshit' every time he spoke, he had to trust him. Who else did he have? Sure he and Scott could possibly figure all this stuff out, but there'd be a lot more trial and error...and possibly a lot more blood shed. If his best friend could overcome his urge to kill, then he was determined to do so as well.

"Oh god, you have to keep me away from Lydia. I stare at her neck too much as it is! I don't need to....go all Dracula on her." That's the last thing he wanted. Like it or not, he'd been in love with Lydia since second grade and hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Not to mention Jackson would chew him up and spit him out.

"Oh god, I'm going on a vegetarian vampire diet. Those work out so well in all the television shows....." He slaps a hand over his face and grimaces.

"I could really use some comfort right now."

Cue an urge for Derek to rub his shoulders.....and irresistable urge that would most likely freak the both of them out right now.

[bloodredeyes]

Derek moved without commanding himself to do it. He felt as if he'd been called by a untangle voice and had no urge to resist the commands. He saw himself, as if watching someone else, go up and grab Stile's shoulders. He felt bare skin under his hand, but couldn't pull away from it. He rubbed the thin, almost fail muscles with all the tenderness his big hands could give.

His eyes searched side to side as if the answer might be written in the air in fromt of him.

"Stiles," he growled, his want to bite the other man's head off obvious in the tone.

[wolfmaster]

Stiles wasn't expecting any sort of physical contact between the two of them after the pool incident. Like, ever. Now suddenly a pair of perfectly large hands were rubbing his shoulders and he couldn't help melting on the spot. He'd been on edge for the past half an hour here, ever since Derek had brought up the whole 'vampire' subject. Now this....

This felt incredible, but it only took him about a minute to realize how wrong it was. It was Derek after all. Rubbing his shoulders so perfect- why couldn't he be less of a dick?

"Uh...Oops? Dude, I totally didn't - I don't need any comfort right now. Please back off and don't kill me!"

Some big bad vampire he turned out to be. He had power over werewolves, but his human fear was clearly limiting his abilities.

"Please remember I'm new to all this!"

[bloodredeyes]

His human fear was what would keep him manageable. Derek realized with a sudden rush of anger just how powerful Stiles was and how much control he had over him. He turned his head as he backed away, saving his snarls for the ground. Blame the curse, not those who suffer from it, he thought, remember an old passage he'd read in the old books. The ones that had been burnt in the fire.

"Never again," Derek warned. He could understand though, that need for comfort. He remembered his first moon, at least the first he could remember. He remember that need to kill and the fear that he might. It was that memory, not a command, that brought him closer. He put his hand on Stiles's shoulder, proving the ability wasn't nearly full formed, as well as comforting him in some small way.

"Nothing is going to be easy from now, but you don't have to be alone with it either."

[wolfmaster]

"I didn't mean to - Wow I guess I figured out another power." Stiles couldn't seem to wrap his mind around the fact that he could control werewolves now. That he was a blood sucking creature of the night! He'd always just been plain old Stiles Stilinski. The Robin to Scott McCall's Batman.

"This is so bizarre. Man, I told Scott to go grab me some curly fries. What if I controlled him?" He was suddenly aware of a warm hand on his shoulder. His pale skin might seem a bit cooler then a red blooded human's ought to be, especially in comparison to a werewolf's body heat. "Am I....dead? I mean vampires are classified as undead..."

[bloodredeyes]

"You're undead, a sort of limbo between them both. No heartbeat. I noticed that the moment Scott brought you here. You don't need to breath, or eat anything besides blood," he said, not sure what the food he had ate would do to his system. He didn't know so much and there was no one he could talk to. He might as well go watch some pop culture about vampires for all he was about to learn about them. It'd be trail and error.

"Scott will be fine. You sent him out to get curly fries not jump off a bridge. Although I don't know when he'll come back since you didn't tell him to."

[wolfmaster]

"That is so creepy. I mean way creepier then the whole 'sprouting fur once a month' gig you guys have going on." He was still very aware that Derek's very warm hand was on his shoulder and suddenly he remembered he was shirtless and Scott could be out wandering around aimlessly with a cold order of curly fries.

The universe officially made no sense.

"Uh...wanna get me a shirt? Pretty sure anything you've got will be too big for me, but I'll deal." Scott and the other werewolves really only had to worry about the full moon, well aside from the threat of being hunted by the Argents. Stiles would have to constantly deal with his hunger, blood lust, and urge to feed and kill. "I really died.... That kinda sucks and not in a good way. I mean I didn't see a white light or anything."

[bloodredeyes]

"You'll have longevity now," he said refusing to call it immortality. Immortality suggested one was impossible to kill and that wasn't right. Derek could find way to kill him, he was sure of it. He didn't need to and with any luck he won't have to.

He walked as he spoke, leading Stiles to a large waredrobe. He opened it and inside there was clothing of all types. Men, women, even some childrens's clothing, all labeled and categorized according to size and gender. All of it was black since it was for someone who had come back from the a full moon.

[wolfmaster]

"Just say it, I'm immortal." Stiles didn't really see much of a difference between the two terms. Not unless Derek was planning to sharpen up a stake or two if he got on his nerves, which let's face it, happened every time he opened his mouth.

"I probably heal a lot faster now. Considering how often I get thrown around and beaten up these days, that's a definite plus." He followed Derek into the wardrobe, but when he opened it that was the last thing he had expected to see. It was probably the children's clothing that creeped him out the most. "I'm not even going to ask. Also you could use a bit more color." He reached for a shirt that seemed like it would be his size and pulled it on.

[bloodredeyes]

Derek glared at him, as he was wearing a black shirt with dark blue jeans and a leather jacket on top. Was he saying he didn't like his outfit? Derek felt like he should be offended.

"Can you hear my heartbeat? Do you get hungry when you hear it?" he asked, needing to know. He wanted an idea of how bad this blood lust would get, how hard it'd be to control. They might do to keep Stiles away from the public for as long as possible, but he'd need to see his father sooner than later.

[wolfmaster]

Black looked good on Derek, even Stiles wouldn't disagree with that being a well known fact, but it wouldn't kill him to wear a splash of color every once and awhile. Then again that might subtract from his 'brooding' factor.

Stiles startled when he brought up his heart beat. Up until now he'd been breathing and using human senses because that's all he'd known until now. Then all at once, when he concentrated, he could hear the steady, slightly fast rhythm of Derek's heart. Hearing that made him picture all the blood that organ was currently pumping through the alpha wolf's body.

He instantly sprouted fangs. It was worse then sprouting a boner in the middle of class. Once they were out he couldn't put them back in! "Gah! Sorry....and I think that's a definite yes." His voice was a bit muffled, what with his hand currently splayed over his mouth.

[bloodredeyes]

Derek saw the fangs and tensed. That wasn't as a good sign. Part of him was considering killing him now, getting rid of the creature before it got worse, especially with his ability. His hand was stayed by the thought of the hunters. He'd hated them for what they did, so how could he do the same without hating himself. Stiles hadn't hurt anyone, not yet and he might never.

"Think about your father. Think about Scott. Focus on something human," Derek advised him as he might someone who had felt the pull of the moon for the first time, "Remember why blood isn't the most important thing to you."

[wolfmaster]

Stiles was obviously struggling against his more primal nature. Part of him wanted to attack Derek, wanted to rip open his throat and feel hot blood gush all over him. He wanted that so badly his body shuddered and his hands clenched into tight fists as he fought against his blood lust.

It would be so easy. He could just tell Derek to let him feed on him -

He ended up biting down on his tongue just to keep from using his newfound powers against Derek. He could never do something like that. Not even to the likes of Derek Hale.

"I don't think I can....."

[bloodredeyes]

He remembered the young pack he'd made and their rage the first time. He'd tied them up and made them stop. He considered doing that for Stiles, but it didn't seem like a long term solution. This would be very day for the poor kid, every minute he'd be hungry unless he fed. The weakness of his first days like this couldn't be easy.

He rolled up his sleeve and offering his forearm to him. This was a bad idea. The first taste might do him in, but no matter what, he'd be hungry.

"I'll heal," he said knowing it was better than letting a hungry Stiles out on an unsuspecting public, "I'll give you exactly how much I want and then I'll push you off. If you try to take even a drop more, I'll destroy you."

Never mind that Stiles had mind control abilities and they had no idea what werewolf blood would do for him. There were more questions than answers and death was such threat for both of them.

[wolfmaster]

Stile's eyes widened when Derek unexpectedly offered his forearm to him. His offer wasn't something he had enough will power to refuse. All he could offer was a moment of hesitation. This was Derek Hale. Not someone he had ever in his wildest dreams (and yeah he had some pretty twisted fantasies) imagined feeding off of.

Then again, Derek had enough strength to push him off if he got too greedy and it's not like there was much of a chance of him taking too much blood. Not with werewolf healing abilities.

With that little safety in place, he let loose the chokehold of control he had on himself.

He sprang forward, small yet cold hands gripping that muscled arm. His eyes were pure red, fangs fully extended as he lowered his head. His bite wasn't exactly neat or practiced. He sank his fangs in deep without an warning at all.

Once he punctured the werewolf's flesh, he began to suck. Drawing mouthfuls of rich, potent alpha blood, swallowing greedily over and over again. The sounds he was making seemed to suggest this wasn't entirely all about food. It was erotic in the strangest of ways....

[bloodredeyes]

It hurt, but no worse than the many times he'd broken bones and that one time he'd snapped his spinal cord. The more he drank, the more Derek felt sick. He felt like his head was spinning and it started to hurt. He put his hand on Stiles' forehead and pried him off, his strength enough to pull Stiles' teeth through his flesh and out the other side. He put his hand down to stop the bleeding.

"That's enough," he snapped and wrenched himself away, turning his back on him.

[wolfmaster]

Stiles fought against him, even growled at bit in a tone of voice that was purely supernatural. Eventually though, his fangs were pried from Derek's arm and he found himself scrambling to try and grab it again. Blood smeared along his chin and bottom lip, eyes still glowing red.

It wasn't enough. Or maybe it was and he was just greedy for more. "Sorry, I'm sorry!" Derek didn't look so good. "Did I hurt you?"

[bloodredeyes]

It hurt and he felt weak, but he wasn't dead. It wasn't something he was going to repeat anytime soon though. His arm was already healing and he could feel new blood coming back to his veins. Stiles had taken a lot, obviously.

"I'm fine. I've been hurt worse," Derek snapped, not letting the scrawny boy know how dangerous he was.

"How do you feel?" he asked hoping the answer would be satisfied. If not, if the only satisfaction was drinking to the point of death then Derek might just have to put him down for good.

[wolfmaster]

Stiles took a couple of steps back, trying not to focus on the last few drops of blood that were dripping down his arm just before the wound closed up. He licked his lips, took a deep (yet unnecessary) breath, and rubbed the blood off of his chin. Somehow he looked less pale. There was a bit of color to his cheeks at long last.

"I still want more, but....I think I can handle the cravings now." He'd always want more blood. That was in his very nature. To feast and kill. "I actually feel pretty good. This is kinda creepy, but your blood has more of a kick to it then that bagged crap..."

[bloodredeyes]

"I bet you do. It's alpha blood," he said with more than a hint of arrogance. He went over to his bed, the wardrobe was in the abandoned room that he called his own now. He'd set it up like most master bedrooms, but it had a very spartan feel. He could pick up and leave at a moments notice.

"You have two choices," he said as he sat at the edge of the bed and stared up at him, "You can either tell your father or you can never see him again. You're too dangerous for him to be around you without full disclosure."

[wolfmaster]

"Watch that ego of yours." Stiles couldn't help springing to his usual antics when it came to teasing and sarcasm. It was something normal to cling to. Like, even if he was an undead bloodsucking werewolf controlling monster, he could still be a total shithead.

"What? No way! If you think my dad would give up looking for me short of physical proof I'm dead, then you've got some case of rabies or something because you're nuts! How do I even tell him this stuff? 'Oh hey dad, guess what? I'm acing all my classes, but I'm a vampire! Let's not order garlic pizza anymore!"

[bloodredeyes]

"The Sheriff already knows something is going on. My guess is that he thinks it's drug related, you producing it would be my guess," Derek suggested. He hardly knew about the man, but he'd already made an assumption or two about him. It wasn't hard.

"From what I know you need to do three things for a human to understand. You need to be direct, you need to be calm and most of all, you need proof. Which you would the moment you see a bit of red."

He paused for a moment then sat back, his eyes still staring at the healing wound.

"I could...come with you if you don't want to go vampire on him. It might be safer, until you have more control."

[wolfmaster]

"Oh please, my dad doesn't think I'm on drugs - he knows I'm on drugs. Adderall. ADHD. Diagnosed at the tender age of six." He throws up his hands. "He knows I'm too tweaked on a daily basis to be on drugs. Now if I had a girlfriend, he might actually worry."

He didn't want to hurt his father. That could never happen and yet....he knew he didn't have the control right now. "Can't we just...work on my control issues and see if I can be released back into my natural habitat or something? I can do this! If Scott can lick his aggression, I can control my blood lust. I just need to have something to focus on...."

[bloodredeyes]

"It will take months, maybe even years. Do you want your widower of a father to worry about you for that long? What are you going to do in a few years when you've stopped aging. Your cliche high school boy looks never go away even when you've turned thirty," he said hitting some hard truths. Stiles might want to deny it, but it was cut and dry in Derek's mind.

[wolfmaster]

"I can deal with that when it comes my way! Just don't make me have to give up my father. I don't want him to be a part of this supernatural stuff. He's taken one too many hits because you or Scott or some other supernatural creep decided to use him as an easy target!" Stiles was all his father had left and likewise his father was all he had left. It wasn't going to be an easy separation.

"I can't deal with this right now!" His fist slammed into the charred wall, creating a crack that rippled all the way up to the ceiling.

[bloodredeyes]

"But you have to," Derek said his eyes turning red as he stood up, walking towards the boy. He glared at him then saw the wall. The stupid boy that was too powerful than was safe for any of them. He felt the need to take care of Stiles, in a way, but he was very aware that Stiles wasn't part of his

"Your father can take it. You all seem to think keeping your loved ones in the dark will keep them safe, but it won't. He hasn't yet, has it? Your father will understand. The bond between a child and it's father is deeper than that, it's deeper than any change or any divide," Derek said, something soft in him showing when he talked about family. His, obviously, had meant a lot to him.

[wolfmaster]

Derek's red eyes seemed to provoke a similar reaction in Stiles, only this time his eyes went completely black. This wasn't blood lust he was experiencing, it was a completely heightened sense of rage.

"That's so easy for you to say! You were born into this freaky supernatural world. The rest of us have had to learn how to adapt and survive!" His voice wasn't even human at this point, it had reached octaves that would make even Derek flinch. If an alpha's growl was designed to make betas flinch and cower, then a vampire's growl should have a similar affect on even the most battle scarred alpha.

"My father can't take it! He could barely take the loss of my mom. I'm not going to tell him his son is a complete and utter monster! And If you so much as go near him I'll-"

He wasn't sure what sort of threat he should give, so the rest of the sentence finished with a loud, threatening snarl.

[bloodredeyes]

Derek wanted to kill him. He wanted to rip his throat out and show him who the true alpha was. He was about to when he paused. He let out a slow breath and calmed himself slowly. Stiles was only a boy, confused and scared of what was happening. That and he didn't want to risk losing a fight to him. He felt for once that he might not win or that he'd be taken down easier than he would want Stiles to know he could. Derek, for all his big and gruff was not dumb and didn't pick a fight for no good reason.

"Calm down, you're making a fool of yourself," Derek said and broke eye contact, walking away. It was a dangerous move, but showing his back to Stiles might snap back in his humanity. They taught very strongly that you never attacked a man from behind.

[wolfmaster]

All Stiles could see was red. Who did Derek think he was? He wasn't his alpha. His inner vampire accepted no master. In fact, he felt he was the alpha here - strictly speaking. It was only his human half that told him to back down or Derek might use him as a chew toy.

"Yeah well, don't talk about my father like you know him better then I do. I don't talk about your family." Except his creeper uncle of course.

Of course he wouldn't attack Derek from behind. It never even crossed his mind.

[bloodredeyes]

His eyes flashed red again he almost turned around, almost jumped at him, but he swallowed that bit of himself. He wasn't an animal. He was talking to a near childish boy who was not going to get the upper hand and make him lose control.

"I do know more about you then you do right now. I'm just trying to put the pieces back together," Derek said slowly turning his head back towards him, his eyes human again.

[wolfmaster]

It took awhile, maybe a full ten minutes of silence before Stiles realized what was going on here. Yeah, Derek was actually trying to show him how to be a vampire. An alpha werewolf wasn't chewing out his neck, instead he was trying to help.

"Look...I'm sorry. You're trying to be the big bad brother wolf, but.....I'm just not ready to deal with telling my father all this stuff. He risks his life enough every time he goes to work, he doesn't need to know this...."

[bloodredeyes]

He did, Derek thought, but maybe it was too soon to address that issue. Maybe the steps should be stronger for someone who had been taken without permission and left for dead.

"I'm not very good at being sensitive," he said turning fully towards him, "This has always been normal for me, so being a newly formed vampire isn't something I relate with easy. It should be sometime before you're deciding anything massive like that."

Holding his tongue wasn't easy for him and he know he's have to go fight or kill something to get out the frustration.

[wolfmaster]

"Oh yeah, if anyone knows you're not exactly Mr. Sensitive, it's me." Stiles couldn't help his usual hint (or strong subtext) of sarcasm. He was so used to that being his only defense that it was practically ingrained in his DNA by now.

"Just...baby steps alright? I know I have to figure out something with me dad, but I don't have to do that right away right? I should be focusing on controlling my blood lust...."

[bloodredeyes]

"You still have it? After you feeding you still have this need to consume?" he asked. His own blood lust normally left after a good kill or a good fight. He won't want it too linger long than that.

He hated his younger self who had had access too so much and decided to learn nothing important.

[wolfmaster]

Stiles looks a bit dumbfounded at Derek's question. "Well....yeah? I mean I don't want to rip out anyone's throat, but I wouldn't exactly turn down a snack if you know what I mean. Then again, I've kinda always had a fast metabolism...." Which explained how he could get away with consuming massive amounts of fast food and still be so scrawny.

"I guess feeding only takes the edge off? Or maybe I'm just new to all this and I need more then usual? I don't know. This is why you don't dash and dine! Christ, even you ask permission before turning someone...."

[bloodredeyes]

"Makes me seem like a saint doesn't it?" he asked with a bit of scorn in his voice. He crossed his arms as he considered the situation. He decided the hunting trip couldn't wait.

"We should head out. I was planning a hunt tonight, but we'll have to start sooner. Tracking and kill something might help."