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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[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."