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."