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]

"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."