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So for the entire week after his initial 'turn', Stiles and Scott had practically disappeared. They were pretty busy exploring Stiles new powers and while they didn't gain access to his every strength and weakness, they had dispelled some of the usual myths. Like garlic. Stiles could consume it like Adderall. After some horsing around, it was decided that Stiles could heal every bit as fast as a werewolf, granted he'd fed recently. Any substantial wounds required a blood transfusion. He was every bit as fast as Scott when it came to maneuvering around the forest. He could climb walls like Spider man and oh yeah, he had a tendency to control werewolves.

The first time he controlled Scott it had been purely by accident and even then, Scott had been left wandering the area with cold curly fries. As it turns out, he could control most betas with a mere suggestion.

Sure enough, Derek came home one day to find Erica rubbing his Stiles' shoulders, Boyd in the kitchen heating up a bag of blood, and Isaac folding some of his spare clothes.

Needless to say, Stiles was powerful in his own right.

Derek was the only one who could resist his control. Not that Stiles tried to control him after that first time, he wasn't suicidal enough to attempt that again. But with a pack of alphas steadily closing in around them, it was becoming more and more obvious that the least likely among them could possibly avert a territorial dispute.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to try to control you?"

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Stiles could sense the shift on Derek's mood. It had nothing to do with any sort of supernatural mood sensing abilities and everything to do with watching how Derek's eyebrows came together and the general surliness of his expression. "Look, I'm not into you! I've already got plans for getting with Lydia. Granted, Jackson's a bit of an obstacle..." On the other hand he was a hormonal teenager who had been turned into an even more hormonal teenage vampire. At least Scott had an output for all his pent up urges. Stiles had nothing and no real hope of anything if he were being honest with himself.

Derek almost told him that he didn't have a chance with Lydia. Not only didn't she see him that way, but now, it'd be too dangerous. He's get passionate and bite at her given the chance. Sex and bloodlust were known to go hand in hand.

"And the fact she looks at you like you're nothing," he said which was far kinder than what he was thinking.

Derek's words cause him to stiffen, as if he'd cut through him with his claws. It was alright when Scott joked about Lydia not noticing him, he'd been friends with McCall for as long as he could remember, but when Derek said it - that actually hurt.

"She totally notices me now. We had this really long, really deep talk right before she rushed off to save Jackson." Granted she hadn't spoken a word to him since then... He set his plate and half-eaten steak aside. His appetite had left him entirely by now.

Derek felt the urge to tell him again, to ask if she'd even look at him after she heard the word vampire. Who knows, maybe she'd like him more. Girls liked the blood suckers.

"Does anyone every rush off to save you? I couldn't help, but notice it's always the girls, even Jackson, but....never the clown whose on the first of the concern list. In fact, when you were human, Scott was pretty casual about putting you into dangerous situations."

Stiles had to sit and think for a bit on that question and the more he thought about it, the more unsettled he became. No, no one ever rushed after him. Except Scott. "Scott's bailed us both out a time or two. Do I have to bring up the pool incident? And it doesn't matter if he put me in danger. I was always ready to go along with the ride no matter what. I'm the Batman to his Robin. Don't get that confused."

It had been more like Jimmy Olsen to his Superman, but he held his tongue.

"To me you always seem expendable. If he had to pick between you and Allison, he'd pick her. That has to be rough," Derek said shaking his head, "But I've never been very good at playing second fiddle. Seems like a trait you hold in spades. Second to Allison, second to Jackson. Don't you ever get frustrated with it?"

"I'm totally not expendable!" His voice rose a bit, temper flaring. "And anyway, I wouldn't want Scott to pick me over Allison." And that was why Stiles Stilinski was such a good person and an amazing friend to have. "Why are you suddenly so interested in all this?" He had to counter with something.

"I wonder if you realize the tables have turned. You've got the power now and you shouldn't be day dreaming about some girl. You either take her or realize you can get better," Derek said, not sure if that was encouragement or a warning. It could be a mix of both. Derek coulnd't understand how Stiles felt. He'd never been good at playing second fiddle to anyone.

Stiles hadn't actually stopped to consider that. Yeah, he wasn't the human side kick anymore. He was a vampire and powerful in his own right. He could probably order Jackson to stay away from Lydia if he wanted to. Then again, something about that didn't sit right with him. "I don't want to take Lydia. I want to win her over. She's been freaked out by supernatural stuff enough as it is. Which, by the way, I owe your creeper of an uncle a punch in the face for all the trauma he put her through."

"Don't you understand? You can do better than punch him now. You can make him punch himself or make him ram himself into a wall. You could force him to chew off his own leg or jump off the roof. You...you..." Derek said his hands turning to claws as he thought of the sort of power that Stiles had. He was so envious. He'd done so much to become an alpha, for what? So some teenage boy could come around and mind control his whole pack away from him?

"You could drain me dry and see how much of a rush that would give you, how much power," Derek tempted as he got closer, "You could turn that stupid girl and have her as your vampire bride."

"I don't want to do any of that! Well, maybe that stuff about making your uncle punch himself repeatedly, but other then that I don't want...." But a part of him did want that. That dark vampire part of himself whispered he could enslave all the werewolves and take Lydia for his vampire bride. They could run this town.....his father would be safe. Or better yet he could make his father vampire too, then he'd never have to worry about losing him.

"No! Shut up, just shut up!!!" That was a definite command. He wanted to drain Derek, wanted to drink his fill of alpha blood and then drain the oncoming alpha pack, gorge himself in alpha blood....

"I'm not like that and trust me if I could go back to being regular old Stiles I'd take that in a heart beat!"

He put his hand on Stiles' shoulder and held him still. He stared right into his eyes, his own a blood red and imagined what sort of self control that man must need. Stiles might be young and he might be new to this, but in some ways he had more control than Derek. Derek wouldn't have been able to avoid that voice in his head and would have done everything the vampire voice wanted Stiles too.

He needed to break this, to bring back Stiles to his right mind. His eyes faded back to their human color and he leaned in. He'd broken the man and now he had to make ti right. He had to turn those eyes back to brown. This was going to suck.

He pushed himself forward and kissed Stiles firmly on his lips with all the passion he'd show any beta female. Hopefully it'd be distracting enough to make the boy stop thinking about blood and power.

Stile's eyes had gone a blood red color as well, whether from the increase in his emotional state, the hunger he felt from his cravings, or the fact that Derek's eyes had gone alpha red as well.

If anyone else had been bitten by that rogue vampire, Derek might have had another monster on his hands to put down, but as it turns out, Stiles Stilinksi, like everything else in his life, utterly failed at being a vampire. He was too pure-hearted to give into his blood lust fully. He didn't want all the power that came with being turned. Honestly if he could, he'd hand it all over to Derek and let him deal with the oncoming alpha pack.

He was holding Derek's gaze and yet it still surprised him when he was kiss. Alright, this time he knew he didn't will Derek to do that. He'd told him to shut up, not to kiss him! But...yeah this was a much better use for those lips.

His hands flailed again, unsure where to put them for the most part. He wasn't even that good of a kiss, much like he wasn't that good at feeding, but he did manage to kiss Derek back with minimal saliva or bumping noses with him.

Once there was no struggle and Stiles was focused on the kiss, Derek stopped. He stared at the other man as if he'd been injured and Derek had applied medicine to the wound.

"You okay?" he asked casually, as if he didn't have the lingering taste of Stiles on his lips. Stiles was worthless at kissing, but something about the innocence of that made Derek amused and a bit pleased.

His eyes were back to normal when Derek finally pulled away and somehow Stiles found himself leaning back towards him before he could catch himself and jerk backwards, promptly knocking over a chair in the process.

Good thing vampires couldn't blush. "Yeah. Just tell me you didn't say all that crap just to get a rise out of me. If you did I might reconsider making you chew off your own arm." Derek had made him think about some very dark things....

"I've always had a temper," Derek admitted, being almost honest about it. He'd seen Stiles trying to go in for another kiss and it made him wonder about the boy. Maybe Scott had been the one he'd been chasing all these years and Lydia was a beard.

"You're horrible at kissing by the way," he said hoping to lighten the mood, trying to speak in Stiles' sarcasm based language, "Whoever taught you completely failed at it."

Stiles had been pretty sure who he was in love with before all this vampire business. It definitely hadn't been Scott. Scott was like a lovable younger brother to him. He didn't see how he could survive without Stiles sometimes.

"That's because no one ever taught me how to kiss. It's not like girls are lining up for the job." He shuffles his feet, sliding a hand across the back of his head, looking the very picture of awkward. "And Danny just kind of laughed at me when I asked if he wanted to kiss me."

"But you've kissed someone before right? You're what...seventeen," he asked a bit bewildered. He'd seen guys a lot worse looking than Stiles making out with girls at school and some of them smelt completely like sex. Stiles wasn't a perfectly built jock like Jackson, but he could see the appeal, especially to a woman.

"Well if you count playing spin the bottle? And they were always pretty quick ones." He'd been holding out for Lydia all these years. It only made sense why he hadn't just grabbed some random girl and made out with her. "Lydia has pretty much always been end-game for me. Since second grade."

He raised an eyebrow as he mentioned spin the bottle and quick pecks. He slowly realized something and that made the other eyebrow met the one higher on his forehead.

"You're a virgin," he said half amused and have astonished. Where seventeen year old boys ever that determined to get their 'one true love'?

He hated when Derek's brows did that. It always meant he was secretly laughing at someone. Would it kill the guy to crack a smile and since when did he become so fluent in Derek-eyebrow-language?

"Yeah, so what?" He tried to sound like it didn't bother him, but it totally did. A virgin vampire. That had to be some kind of cosmic joke. It would make for the worst or funniest comedy movie ever. "Not all of us can fall back on our brooding good locks."

"Doesn't it bother you? You died a virgin. You missed out on so much," he said deciding not to start another shouting match by reminding him how impossible, or at least hard, it'd be to control himself when he got passionate with someone. He wasn't sure if Stiles could handle the mental image of himself seeing Lydia as a snack.

"I could help you with that," he said meaning completely that he knew girls, werewolves that would be strong enough to push him off, if he allowed it. It'd still be a pretty tricky situation.

"Shut up already!" If Derek thought Stiles didn't know what he was missing out on, he was seriously underestimating the amount of porn hidden on his computer. "It's not like I planned it to be like this!" He hadn't known he was going to be bitten by a vampire and left for dead a week ago.

"Oh really?" Now it was Stile's turn to raise his brows. Both of them up as high as they could physically go - because that sounded a bit risque coming from Derek. "Dude, what does that even entail?"

Derek paused wondering what Stiles wanted it to entail. He'd asked a lot from the young man and offered nothing back put a drop of blood here or there. He gulped a little, wishing he could feel Stiles pushing him somewhere, but there was nothing.

"What do you want to entail?" he asked. A simple question that held no promises, only a fulfillment of his curiosity.

"Well I can't do anything with your betas. It'd be too easy to control them and then I'd feel like crap..." Not to mention no one except Erica even remotely hit his hot switch and since she'd said she'd had a crush on him before, he'd feel awful if he somehow made her have sex with him.

"I don't even know.... There's this weird, freaky thing between us and I don't know if it's from me feeding on you or if I'm just losing my mind entirely. Or if it's just ramped up teenage vampire hormones. I mean we've exchanged a good bit of saliva today, you have to admit."