His alpha instincts take over before he can even think about shifting, claws and fangs ripping and tearing and just plain destroying the rogue werewolf that dared touch his pack, dare harm an innocent human, his innocent human.
Derek's drenched in blood, sweat and salty tears by the time he drops down onto his knees beside his fallen mate, clutching Stiles' limp, broken body to his chest and just howling, howling long and haunting, the sound full of sorrow as it ricochets off of the moon and rains down over Beacon hills.
Stiles' beautifully warm brown eyes stare up at him, totally void of anything, already turning milky in the moon light and Derek's heart just breaks.
Isaac is the first one there, throwing himself the last few steps to curl around his Alpha and fallen pack member, he's sobbing almost instantly into Dereks shoulder and the older man hugs him close trying to keep them both together, "Stiles oh my god, no. Not him please no!" He cries burrowing further into Derek whilst his long thin fingers clutch at Stiles' unmoving hand.
Its so incredibly unfair, Stiles had been out of town for two whole weeks and there hadnt been one incident in Beacon hills the entire time he was away. It had been peaceful, normal. He'd only been back four hours and now, now he's... Oh god he cant even bring himself to think it.
The rogues, Stiles said only a few hours prior, had followed him back from where he had been staying with his cousin Caroline in a tiny town called Mystic falls, which apparently had a little supernatural problem of its own. Their werewolves where different to Derek and his pack, they were more tightly bound to the moon and couldnt shift during the day, they were more feral, dangerous, loosing themselves with the shift. They had caught Stiles' scent and tracked him 150 miles just to break his neck.
A firm hand gripped Derek's free shoulder and a familiar scent filled his nose, Scott. "It wasnt your fault Derek, there was nothing anyone could have done." his voice is thick with sadness and regret, shaking as much as his hands before he's on his knees too, huddling in close to his alpha, being near pack blunting the raw, agonizing hurt.
Its too much. Stiles was the best out of all of them, he had the most promise, the biggest heart, he was going off to uni to stun the world with his genius that hid beneath his dorky exterior. He was going to fall in love, (with Derek hopefully), get an amazing job, raise the family he'd always wanted and now... now he was dead, dead at 17 at the hands of psycho werewolves. A classic case of wrong place, wrong time.
It makes Derek want to ressurrect the mangey werewolves just so he can tear them to pieces again, to make their deaths more brutal to take comfort in the fact that his mate had been avenged properly.
A tiny gasp had all three werewolves gaping at Stiles corpse, all of their senses on high alert.
There was a painfully long moment of silence before Stiles started to shake, a bone deep shiver that ripped through his whole body, from his head to the tip of his toes in his beat up vans. The bones in his neck cracked back into place the sound vereberating through the clearing before his eyes slowly slid shut, the pale violet of his eyelids hiding the glazed over orbs.
Derek, Isaac and Scott sat frozen in shock. What the fuck? All the deep ragged cuts and ugly black bruises that marred Stiles' skin were completely dissapearring leaving nothing but perfect alabaster skin. Stiles' jawline seemed to sharpen, the baby fat that had softened his features melting away into hard planes that came with adulthood or hours spent at the gym, the muscles in his arms flexed, filled out and hardened, his fingers twitching and grasping at the blood soaked blades of grass beneath him. His normally buzzed short hair grew a few inches, long enough to thread fingers through as it curled behind his ears and brushed against his forehead. His knees bent and all three wolves heard the bone break and reset itself adding a few inches to the already tall boys height. A gutteral groan was ripped from deep inside of him and his newly chiseled features crumpled in pain before smoothing out, his whole body falling into a strange stilness.
"Is he... is he dead?" Isaac whispered, still clinging to Derek his nails sharpened into claws, Derek simply shook his head confused beyong belief, it was like watching a werewolf bite take except, he was the only alpha around and he hadnt bitten Stiles, there were no bite marks anywhere on the boy, just the unfamiliar scent of Mystic falls clinging to his clothes, plus his heart wasnt beating, not even slightly. For all intensive puposes he was dead, yes werewolf bites could heal but they couldnt bring back the dead and yet... Stiles sucked in a deep paniced breath like a drowning man brought to shore before falling quite his chest rising and falling at a steady staccato pace, Derek could hear the air rushing into and out of his lungs but there was no sign of a beating heart. Not even a hint of blood being pumped through his veins.
"Derek," Scott almost whimpered fear dripping from every word, "Whats happening?"
Derek continued to shake his head as if it would clear the fog inside and help him think. Stiles was dead, he'd seen the rogue wolf snap his neck in two yet, he was breathing and growing and oh, oh no, no no no no no, holy shit no, the rumors couldnt be true, there was no way! "I, I think he's a, a..."
The words died off in his mouth they were too silly, too surreal, werewolves he could handle, he'd been a werewolf his entire life, they were real and solid and as far as he knew the only supernatural things that existed. But there had been rumors, stories, fairytails. Things his mum used to tell him and Laura before they went to sleep.
The Kanima had been one of those stories and now Jackson was one so what if...
What if they werent just fairytales, what if, what if everything was as real as werewolves? That would make Stiles a...
"Vampire." Isaac whispered as if reading Derek's thoughts snapping the alpha out of his head and back to reality just in time to see Stiles sitting up, literally rising from his grave, so goddamn slowly. His left had lifted up and rubbed at the back of his neck before his deep crimson eyes fluttered open, a few shades darker then Derek's alpha eyes but even more terrifying, empty of anything except an unfed bloodlust.
Stiles grinned but it was nothing like his normal smile, the one Derek was head over tail for, it was preditory, sadistic, dripping with malice as he ran his tongue over his newly developted fangs.
"Ughh, I am sooooo freaking hungry." He almost purred, prospherous eyes glowing with satifaction as he took in the three crouching werewolves, all still frozen in shock.
This wasnt Stiles, there was nothing that even hinted at this being the same boy they all knew and loved.
The werewolves stayed silent, speachless, Scott and Isaac's heartbeats where frantic in their chests and Derek, Derek was scared for the first time since his parents died. This wasnt right, all the hairs on the back of his arms and neck stood to attention as he studied the boy infront of him, his pack, his mate.
Stiles' grin slipped into a smirk as he straightened to his full height causing the three wolves to do the same, he towered over Scott now, standing equal to Isaac at a good 6ft2 all lean muscle swathed in an aura of superiority. Derek had the strangest desire to roll over and show his belly but he held it down hoping to whatever god was listening that his Beta's didnt suddenly submit.
Before Derek could even blink Stiles' was right infront of him, faster then lightening, long pale fingers cradeling the older mans jaw, Dereks hand snapped up, fingers forming a cuff around Stiles' wrist holding it tight enough to crush bone but Stiles wasnt human anymore, his hold wouldnt even bruise the vampires ivory skin.
Stiles chuckled and the sound made Scott and Isaac, now fully wolfed out, whine. They were confused, hurt by the way their pack mate was acting, by the way he smelt, looked.
"Well, well, well, arent you a fiesty one," he annouced aprovingly, blood red eyes taking Derek in like he was a slab of raw meat and Stiles a starving man. Derek growled and Stiles gnashed his fangs palyfully in return, his fingers tightening from cradeling to crushing.
"I'd love to stay and... play, but I am seriously fanished." Stiles fluttered his eyelashes flirtasiously and in the next breath his teeth were clamped over Derek's pulse point sliding into his tanned skin like a hot knife through butter. His whole body went lax and the second Stiles let go with chuckle he collapsed to the grass, instantly flanked by his Beta's, panting and sweating, his heart going crazy in his chest.
"Catch you later sourwolf, i've got bigger prey to catch."
And then he was gone, vanished, without even a scent trail or a footprint pressed into the soft mud.
Derek pressed the heel of his hand to his bleeding neck, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down.
"What are we going to do?"
Derek stayed silent, shaken to his bones.
"I dont know."
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