Blood Addiction

by Kewkie

Summary:

Stiles knew the pack was distant, and it was for a good reason. Even so, he ignored it because they were the only family he had. He did have his father, yes, but he was always at work most of the time, providing for them. He tried to ignore the way the pack acted around him, and as a way of coping, he resulted to cutting himself. Slowly he started to feel like nothing until two vampires came into his life.

They claim that he can help them. That he was meant to be with them.

Notes:

Just in case you're curious about who is the face claims for the two OCs.

Violet Tansy - Dove Cameron

Louis Ambrose - Evan Peters

Stiles Stilinski - Dylan O'Brien(That one was obvious)

Chapter 1

"You know when you're drowning you don't actually inhale until right before you black out. It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. Then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore, it's... it's actually kind of peaceful." The whiskey-eye boy spoke monotonously, looking at the therapist who sat in front of him. 

The therapist wrote on her clipboard, then she looked up at the boy. "Do you feel like that? Like you're drowning?" 

The boy shrugs, leaning back on the very uncomfortable plastic chair. "Depends on the situation, sometimes I feel like I can't breathe at times like the memories of what I did still haunt me." 

The therapist nods. "You were controlled, Stiles, none of it is your fault, you were saving Malia." She spoke calmly. 

"But more people died because I wasn't strong enough," Stiles retorts, his hand shooting up and wiping his eyes. 

"No one would have been strong enough, no matter what you did, someone would have gotten hurt. That being your father, Scott, Melissa, Malia, Lydia, you," The therapist continues.

"I rather be the one who got hurt, then I won't feel this guilt," Stiles admits. 

"Maybe, but others would've felt the guilt. No matter what you do, Stiles, someone in some way will feel guilty or hurt," The therapist writes on her clipboard. "How are you feeling besides the drowning?" 

"I'm fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant overwhelming crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen." Stiles answers, his leg bouncing. 

"It's called hypervigilance. The persistent feeling of being under threat also comes from what you have been through in the past," She says. 

"It's not just a feeling though. It's like it's a panic attack. You know, I can't even breathe. Like I'm drowning," Stiles looks up at her, obviously seeing how the topic went back to the previous conversation. 

The therapist nods, writing one more thing before she lets out a sigh. "From what I'm hearing, you need to be around your friends more, make sure you know that none of this is your fault. Maybe visit Allison's grave, talk to her, get ease," She says, getting up. 

Stiles doesn't answer, he just gets up and nods, heading for the door. 

"Until next time, Stiles," She calls out, sighing as the boy leaves the room. 

It didn't take long for Stiles to make it outside where his father was waiting. Stepping into the passenger seat of the sheriff cruiser, Stiles lets out a sigh. 

"How was it, Kiddo?" Noah asks, starting up the car. 

"The usual, asking the same stupid questions, saying the same thing," Stiles shrugs, leaning his head against the window. As he looks out the window, a shadow catches his attention. His eyes snap to the movement, only to see two people sitting on a bench. 

From what he can from afar, he notices that they are wearing all black with hints of red, they are also looking back at him, it is a guy and a girl, and the guy grins at him as he does a two-finger wave. 

"Hey," Noah says, his hand coming up to rest on his son's arm. Stiles jumps at the sudden touch, snapping his head at his father who pulls his hand away and raises it. "It's just me, I was going to ask if you want to get a bite at the diner?" 

Stiles' shoulders sag as he smiles at his father. "Yeah, sure why not," 

Noah nods, knowing not to ask if his son is okay, seeing as he'll deny it. "You got it," He pulls out the parking spot. 

Stiles turns his head back at the window and his brows furrow when he sees that the people on the bench are gone, weird.

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Stiles was walking beside Scott who was talking to Isaac, his shoulder sagging as the male ranted about something to Isaac. Stiles was there, but it was like he wasn't. After the whole Nogitsune arc, the pack has been sorta distant. 

They still included him in pack activities and training, but he still saw the distance, and he didn't blame them. They were all grieving, all getting used to things being normal again, at least they didn't stop talking to him or flat-out ignore him. 

Stiles soon makes it to his locker, and he looks at Scott and Isaac who keeps on walking while they converse with each other. He lets out a sigh as he opens his locker, looking around the hall making sure no one was out, he digs into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of pills. 

Hurriedly opening them, he takes out two pills and pops them into his mouth, throwing his head back and swallowing them with ease. His hand comes up and rests on the inside of his locker as he takes a deep breath. 

He's gotten so pathetic that he has to hide while he takes his pills, god he's miserable. He hated how he is now, so quiet, so hollow. After Allison died, he hated himself, and he knew everyone else hated him, they just didn't want to admit it. 

Suddenly he felt eyes on him, the hairs on the back of his neck rose as a chill went down his spine. He snaps his head to the school entrance, but nothing. His brows come together as he slowly closes his locker and puts the pills in his backpack. 

"Whoever is watching me, leave me alone, I'm not special, stalk someone else," He spoke to the air, not knowing why he did it. It wasn't like if someone was stalking him, they'd just listen to him. Even though he knew that he still waiting for a response. 

He sighs as he rolls his eyes. "Stiles, you're going insane," He shakes his head, turning around and heading to class just as the second bell rings. 

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Maybe he shouldn't have come to this pack meeting tonight, he wasn't feeling good. When he got home, he fell asleep only to wake up to the feeling of someone or something staring at him once again. But when he opened his eyes, he was just greeted with the moonlight coming from his window. 

Then Derek had texted him to come to the loft for a pack meeting, and like always, they left him out of the conversation, or maybe he just wasn't paying attention.

"Stiles, did you hear me?"

Stiles is pulled out of his thoughts by Derek, he looks up at the werewolf with a confused look. "What? Sorry, I wasn't listening," 

"When do you ever," Derek rolls his eyes. "I said to tell me if you see anything suspicious, that goes for all of you, there was a body found yesterday in the woods, so be careful." 

"Do you know what did it?" Lydia asks. 

"No, but I do know that the blood was drained from the body, but no fang bites, so it could be vampire, but it can also be something else, just be careful," Derek sighed, dropping his hands to his side. 

Stiles gets up and turns to the loft door. "Yelp, I'm heading home," 

"See if you can try and search for something," 

"Already thinking about it, Sourwolf," Stiles waves over his shoulder before exiting the loft. 

Chapter 2

Stiles tried to blink the sleepiness away, but it didn't work. He had been researching for a few hours, it was now around 2 in the morning. Maybe it was a coincidence, but a yawn caught him off guard. 

With a sigh and a slight shake of his head, he pushes against his desk causing the chair to roll against the floor. He slowly gets up and stretches, his bones cracking as if he was an 80-year-old man. 

His eyes darted between the bedroom door and his bed, will it be weird if he doesn't take a shower tonight? He nibbles his bottom lip before he decides with a shrug as he toes off his shoes, stripped to his underwear, and faces his bed before falling forward. 

As his body came in contact with his bed, he pulled the covers over his body and fell asleep faster than he had expected. 

Stiles was sitting on a chair, he looked around the room he was in, it looked like a diner room, a very Victorian yet modern-looking diner room, then he noticed all the shadowy figures, they all seemed to be looking at him. He lets out a sigh, getting up as the figures follow his movements. 

"Stiles, wake up," 

Stiles shot up in bed, his breath rigid as he looked around his room, then he stiffened when he saw a figure at the corner of his room. He couldn't make out who the person was due to the darkness and it was like he couldn't take his eyes off the figure. 

"Who are you?!" He shouts, fed up with everything. "Who are you?!" He spins around and reaches for his lamp.

Flicking it on, he spins back around, but there is nothing there. A chill suddenly runs down his spine, his head looks towards his window to see it opened. 

For some reason, Stiles didn't feel scared, more like annoyed. He gets up with a sigh and makes his way to his window which wasn't too far from his bed. Slowly sticking his head out, he doesn't see anything out of the wack. 

Maybe he's tired and hallucinating, with a sigh he closes the window and settles back into bed, easily falling asleep once again. 

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Noah cracks open his son's door, seeing him peacefully sleeping. A small smile tugs at his lips, Stiles has been through so much and is still going. He softly closes the door with a click and heads to his own room, wanting to get much-needed rest. 

A few hours later Stiles woke up and went on with his daily routine, that being brushing his teeth and taking a shower. He had decided that he wouldn't go to school today, it was Friday so it wasn't that bad, plus he had enough good grades to take some days off. 

Now, all he had to do was think of something to do for a whole day. 

As the day went on, Stiles couldn't get the dream he had last night out of his mind. What was it? It didn't feel like a dream, it felt real like he was there, then that voice and figure, who was it? 

Did they know him? Well, they had to know him, right? Or did he know them? Was it the pack playing jokes on him? He didn't know what to think, everything was confusing. 

He soon falls onto his couch, letting out a sigh as he just lays there. 

Blood, that's all he saw, blood on the floor, blood on his hands, blood on the dead body in front of him. The lifeless eyes stared at him, filled with fear, but his eyes, they were dark, staring at the unmoving body. 

The copper taste on his tongue makes his heart beat louder in his ears, he slowly looks up, seeing two other figures looking at him. The girl, had this look in her green eyes, a grin formed on her plump lips, the red from her lipstick contrasting with the blood on the corner of her lips. Her long black hair, was slightly wavy as it was hung over her shoulders. 

The guy, his grin was wide, showing off a pair of sharp fangs, his eyes were black, holding nothing but mischief. Just like the girl, he had blood on his lips, and his dirty blonde hair was in front of his eyes as he just stared. 

"Wake up," 

Stiles shot up, a gasp leaving his lips. His eyes darted around the living room, but he was alone. His eyes then dart down to his hands, they were clean. He doesn't even remember closing his eyes. 

Who were those people? And why did he dream of them? The dream was so weird, he had weird dreams in the past, but this one takes the cake. 

Slinging his legs over the edge of the couch, Stiles rests his head in his hands, he feels like he's going crazy. Getting up, he makes his way upstairs and to his room straight to the dresser where the orange bottle of pills sits. 

He grabs them before leaving his room and going to the bathroom. He steps in front of the sink and looks at himself in the mirror, dark bags under his eyes as his hair is disheveled. 

"Wow, you look like shit," Stiles shakes his head, opening the bottle of pills and taking out two before popping them into his mouth and turning on the sink. As he leans down to drink water, his mind goes to one thing. 

Standing up straighter, he then crouches down and opens the cabinet, his eyes falling onto the razor. He bites the inside of his cheek. "Fuck it," His hand darts out and grabs the blade before closing the cabinet and falling to the floor. 

His back leans against the sink, and he then looks down at the blade in his hand. He hasn't done this in so long, but he needs to do it, he needs to get all the thoughts and emotions out of his head. 

With that thought, he brings the cold metal to his wrist, seeing the scars of the past times he had done this. His eyes unfocus as he cuts, the pain not even bothering him, but he does feel that relief as blood pools on his wrist. 

He continued to cut himself until there were three cuts on each arm. He stands up and puts the razor in the sink as he turns on the water. His head slowly drops to look at his arm, watching the blood pool on the marble white sink. 

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat. "Dammit, you were supposed to stop," Stiles grits, looking at himself in the mirror. "You're pathetic, you result to cutting yourself for no reason, fucking idiot," He sneers. 

Putting his arms under the water, and his eyes look back down at the sink where it fills with water down blood. 

A growl reaches his ears, snapping his head up, he looks at the mirror but doesn't see anything. He scoffs and looks back down at his arms, yeah, he's going mental.

Chapter 3

About a month later it was the beginning of March, a month closer to Stiles' birthday. Speaking of, he doesn't feel all that excited for his birthday. Maybe it was because of everything that he's been through, or... no that's the only reason. 

Stiles eyes the cuts on his arms, the scars from what he did a few days prior. He had been trying to stop harming himself, but when he's alone, his mind wanders to Allison, to Void, to his mom, to all the fucked up shit he's been through and he just wants to, well, quiet everything down. 

He hated that the only way to do it was by cutting himself, he felt useless every time he did, like he didn't deserve anything, the smiles from his dad, or the care from Melissa. He didn't deserve it if it was so easy to grab a blade and cut, he's weak. 

No matter what his therapist says, he's weak. That's why the Nogitsune possessed him, that's why the pack blames him, that's why they think he can't protect himself or the others because he's weak. 

It also didn't help with the constant feeling of being watched and the dreams, it was always those two people appearing. It has been like this for a full month now and Stiles felt like he should put himself back in Eichen. 

Every corner he would turn, every room he would walk in, he felt like eyes were on him. What made him go insane was the fact that he had gotten used to it, and whoever it was, probably had something to do with the dreams. 

He would've gone to Deaton for help, but the bastard was too suspicious. He hated all the damn riddles and nursery rhymes coming from the druid. 

With a sigh, he got up and headed to his dresser to get his outfit for the day. He nibbled at his bottom lip as he ruffled through the folded clothes. All the flannels, he didn't want to wear his basic clothing style. 

"Fuck it," He grabs random clothes and gets up, leaving his room to go to the bathroom. 

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Maybe Stiles was thinking too much of it, but for the whole school day, it felt like the pack had been avoiding him a lot lately. They always turned the other when they saw him coming and

He couldn't technically blame them, especially Scott and Lydia. The Nogitsune had killed Allison and Aiden, and it was wearing his face. Even though he didn't do it, he was just as guilty. 

He'll admit, he did feel lonely, they were his friends after all. He couldn't hang out with his dad, because Noah was busy with work. 

Suddenly the lights in the school halls flicker off causing him to stop in his tracks, maybe it was a power outage. Then he heard screams, he tensed as he thought the worst. Just as he was about to run towards the noise to try and help, he felt an arm wrap around his chest and a hand covering his mouth. 

Just as he was about to try and fight against the hold, he felt a gust of wind and everything around blurred. But he suddenly stops and is being let go, he stumbles forward and spins around only to stiffen as his breath catches in his throat. 

"I-it's you," He choked out, staring at the two strangers in front of him. "Y-you're the people in my dreams, h-how," 

They were there, standing in front of him. The girl, her jet black hair laying over her shoulder, her green eyes, and her plump lips coated in a layer of red lipstick. The guy, his dirty curly blonde hair that fell over his dark eyes. They were covered head-to-toe in black clothes with a few red aspects. 

Stiles didn't know what to think, they were real, and he was pretty sure he wasn't dreaming. His head snaps down to his hands before he counts his fingers, 10, even. He looks back up, they were real, and against his better judgment, they are both beautiful. 

The girl sighs, taking a step forward. "Those weren't dreams, more like visions," She spoke and her voice had this sharp tone to it and it gave Stiles goosebumps. 

"V-visions? B-but, I don't understand," Stiles shakes his head, how can he have visions? He's only human, this must be a joke, this all feels surreal but he knows it is real. 

"There's a lot to explain, and we can't do it here," She speaks again before her head turns to the guy. "Louis, door, they're already here," 

The guy, Louis, lets out a chuckle as a grin forms on his face. "I have super hearing too you know," He says speeding towards the door. 

"You don't act like it," The girl shakes her head. 

Stiles was stunned, looking at Louis who sped to the door. He couldn't get anything out as the door suddenly burst open, not even a scream. His whole body went cold as this weird and horrifying creature stepped into the room. 

Its skin was gray and decaying, horns on its head as it growled out. Its nose twitched as it started to sniff the air. The growl it let out as its head snapped towards Stiles had the male taking a fearful step back. 

"Louis! Anyday now!" The girl shouts, stepping in front of Stiles. 

Louis chuckles before he speeds forward, jumping onto the thing's back and grabbing it by the horns. "Ah one, ah two, and pull!" He exclaims as he pulls. 

Stiles' eyes widened even more as he watched Louis pull off the thing's head, seeing the skin break as it screeched out. "Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick," He gags, turning around as he hunches over. 

"There's no time for that, they know we're here, we need to go!" 

Stiles felt a cold hand wrap around his wrist before he was pulled, his other arm flailed as he squeaked out. With a little tripping and more grunts of something, Stiles finally catches his footing as the girl pulls him down the hall. 

"Ow! What was that back there? What's happening? Who are you, people!" Stiles yells, making a noise as he is pulled around a corner. 

"That was a demon, they're after you and I'm Violet, that's Louis as you already know," The girl, now known as Violet answers him. 

Stiles looks to see Louis walking beside them, the male looks at Stiles and sends a wide smile as he does a two-finger wave, reminding him of the day after the therapy session. "Howdy," 

"Shit," Violet cruses, abruptly stopping. 

Not noticing fast enough, Stiles walks right into the girl, stumbling back. "Sor..," He trails off when notices two more of those things ahead of them. "ry," 

"Louis, protect him, if you don't, I'll rip your heart out," She threatens, taking a step forward. 

Stiles turns his head when he feels another hand grab his arm, he looks to see Louis smiling at him. "Stay back, don't want that pretty face getting harmed," He says, winking at the brunette. 

Stiles feels his cheeks heat up unintentionally as Louis pulls him behind him. 

"Alright you fuckers, I'm getting tired of your decaying asses," Violet grits, her hands twitching before she blurs away. As she stops in front of the two demons, she steps back as they both swing at her. 

Clenching her jaw, her green eyes slowly seep into red as she rushes forward, her hands come up and wrap around the two demons' necks. They screech but just as they are about to throw an attack, her hands clenched before she rips their necks out. Dropping the decayed skin as she steps back, making a face as the two demons stumble back. 

"Violet, you need to rip their heart out or head off, not their necks," Louis calls out, grinning when Violet snaps her head at him with a glare. 

"I know you dumbass," 

Stiles' eyes widened as he saw two more demons appear behind the girl. "Violet! Behind you!" 

Violet turns around, but before she can think Louis speeds forward and delivers a punch to the two demons' chest which sends them flying. 

Chapter 4

"That was you?!" Stiles shouted, looking at Louis as the male with wide eyes that held anger. "You had me thinking I was going Insane! For a month, a damn month I felt like I was crazy, feeling eyes on me, just to turn around and there's nothing there," He seethes. 

Louis looked down at the carpeted floor as he rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Sorry," He says with a grin. 

Stiles narrows his eyes at the blonde. "Bullshit! You're not sorry," 

"Wow, he can already call your bullshit and he only knew you for two hours," Violet snorts from where she was sitting on Stiles' chair, her feet propped on the table. 

Stiles then looks at her, raising a brow. "And you, you're awfully comfortable in a place you don't live in, feet off the table," He glares at her, but Violet just looks at him blankly which causes Stiles to clench his jaw. "Off, now," 

Violet rolls her eyes as she takes her feet off the table and gets up from the chair. "So, what are we going to do?" She then asks. 

"We?" Stiles looks at her then at Louis. "There is no we. Thank you for saving me from demons, but it's time for you two to leave," 

Louis frowns as he looks at Stiles. "But we just explained everything to you, you're meant to help us," 

"Yeah, you got the wrong guy. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, I'm not your guy," Stiles shakes his head, moving to his window and opening it before he turns back to the two. "Now, out," 

Violet rolls her eyes. "We're not going anywhere," To prove her point, she goes to Stiles' bed and flops onto it. Stiles' hands come up and rub over his face as he makes a noise of frustration. 

"God! You're just as annoying as the damn werewolves!" He exclaims. 

"Ew, do not compare us to werewolves, we're nothing like mutts whatsoever," Violet makes a face that can only be a scowl. "Plus, we're never annoying," 

Stiles scoffs as he moves to his chair. "Could've fooled me, what exactly are you two?" He looks at the two. 

Violet and Louis look at each other than at Stiles. Violet raises a brow at the human. "You're smarter than this, you know what we are," She says blankly. 

Stiles huffs, leaning against the chair. "Vampires, right? Now, can you blood addicts leave?" 

"Blood addicts? I never heard that before," Louis chuckles, sitting on the floor by the bed. "So, how can we convince you?" 

"We don't, because he already knows it. He has visions, that's like the main side effect," Violet shrugs, lying on the bed. 

Stiles hated how the girl was so comfortable, he just wanted to drive a stake into her damn chest. "Fine! Fine, if I am the one who is supposed to help you, how the hell do I do that? If you didn't notice, I'm only human. I don't have vampire speed or hearing or healing, nothing!" 

"Okay, first off, you need to breathe before you burst a blood vessel," Violet starts, sitting up. "Next, we need to make sure that you're absolutely the one who can help us," 

Stiles just looks at her with narrowed eyes. "You're more confusing than werewolves," 

Violet speeds in front of him, causing the male to jump back. "Again, don't compare us to mutts, now, hold still," 

Stiles tenses when Violet grabs his head, looking into his eyes. His breath hitched at the close proximity. 

"What are you doing?" Stiles asks, but Violet doesn't answer. 

She just continues to look into his eyes, and then suddenly her pupils constrict. "Get up and take off your clothes," 

Stiles felt his head throb, but his eyebrows furrowed as he jerked his head out of Violet's hands. "What the fuck?! I'm not going to take my clothes off, especially for you weirdos," He says, pushing back and causing his chair to roll away from the vampire. 

Violet stands up with a sigh. "Yeah, he's the one, he's immune to compulsion," 

"Shame, I would've enjoyed the show," Louis sighs as he leans his head against the foot of Stiles' bed. 

Stiles just looks at the vampire with disgust, his cheeks warming up at the straightforwardness. "Are all vampires like the two of you? If so, I might have to kill your species," 

Violet turns to him with a sarcastic smile. "What can you do? You're just human," 

Stiles scoffs. "For instance, I can trap you in a room, without you realizing," He grins at the pale girl, tilting his head. 

Violet's eyes widen as she processes the words. She turns around and speeds to the open window, only to bump into a barrier. 

Louis shoots up, turns to the room door, and goes to speed forward, but he crashes into a barrier and falls to his ass. The two vampires turn to Stiles, only to see the male waving a black silk bag with a huge grin on his face. 

"I might just be human, but I am smarter than you think. You didn't even notice me spreading out the mountain ash," 

"When you were moving around the room," Violet huffs, falling onto Stiles' bed. 

"You're cute and smart, definitely my type," Louis chuckles, also sitting on the bed, then he frowns as his hearing picks up something. 

"Stiles?!" A voice calls out. 

Stiles' grin instantly drops. "Shit, that's my dad," He throws the bag to the side as he rushes forward to the line of mountain ash, he falls to the floor and waves his hand over it. 

The doorknob rattles before it opens to reveal Noah. He looks down at his son who is lying on the floor, looking at him with wide eyes. "Uh, what are you doing on the floor?" 

"Oh, uh," Stiles gets up, he looks at his bed, but Violet and Louis are gone. "Uh, Yoga! I was doing Yoga," He lies.

"Yoga?" Noah asks confused, having trouble finding his son would be doing yoga, he looks towards the desk to see that the computer is off. "In silence? without a video to help you out?" Who looks back at his son. 

"Hey, different people have their ways, why are you judging me?" Stiles raises a brow. 

"I'm not judging, just find it weird that you would be doing yoga," Noah raises a brow. 

"Well, you also found it difficult to believe that I was gay when I was in the jungle, turns out I'm bisexual and you walked in on me kissing Danny," Stiles rambles, wincing as he brings up the memory. 

Noah makes a face, not wanting to picture that. "Uh, well, I came in here because I thought I heard you talking to someone," He changes the subject. 

"Nah, just talking to myself since I'm the only one who listens to myself," Stiles smiles stiffly before he moves to the door. "So, if you don't mind, I need to continue my yoga, got new positions to try," He didn't let his dad respond as he pushed the older male out of his room. 

As the door closes, he locks it and lets out a sigh, leaning his head against the wooden door. 

"Yoga? Really?" 

Stiles jumps, whirling around just in time to see Violet landing on his floor. He looks up to see Louis on the ceiling before he falls. "Wha- how- you know what, I don't even want to know," 

Chapter 5

Stiles let out a sigh as he watched Louis look around his room, Violet was just sitting on his bed. "When are you two leaving?" He asks rudely. 

"Why do you want us to leave so bad? Do you not like our company?" Louis turns to him with a grin, picking up a book from the shelf. 

As he opens it, Stiles notices a blue ring on Louis' finger, he has a few more on his other hand also. "Why do you have so many rings?" He finds himself asking the vampire. 

Louis looks up from the book and smiles at Stiles, he puts the book down and speeds to the human causing him to jump. "It's for fashion, but this one is my daylight ring," 

Stiles looked at the hand that was in front of him, the ring had a silver band with a blue gem on it and an A carved into it. "What's the A for?" He asks, his hand hesitantly coming to grab ahold of Louis' hand to look at the ring better. 

"Ambrose, it's my last name," Louis answers, his eyes fixated on Stiles as the human continues to look at the ring. 

"Ambrose? Doesn't that mean Immortal?" Stiles asks. 

"Ironic isn't it," Louis chuckles. 

Stiles then looked at the other rings, different sizes, and designs, then one caught his attention. It was on Louis' pinky, it was a silver rose, the band was the stem and two leaves while the gem was a red rose. "Whoa, this one is cool," 

"You like it? You can have it if you want," 

Stiles looks up at Louis as the male pulls his hand away. His eyes widen as Louis takes off the ring. "I- what? I can't just take your ring, what if it means something to you?" 

Louis chuckles, he doesn't hesitate to grab Stiles' hand and slowly slide the ring onto Stiles' pinky finger. "My grams gave it to me, it was a symbol of protection from her, but I don't mind giving it to you, see, it fits," He leans down and pecks Stiles' hand before dropping it. 

Stiles looks down at his hand with wide eyes, his heart beating against his chest as his hand tingles where Louis kissed it. Just for a mere second, he felt how cold the male's lips felt. The ring did fit perfectly, which was odd because he's pretty sure they had different hand sizes. 

"I can't keep this, your grandmother gave it to you," Stiles shakes his head, looking up at the vampire, but he is gone. He looked at his bed, and Violet was gone also. "Now they wanna leave," He rolls his eyes, looking back down at his hand, the ring was beautiful, how can someone give up something so special so easily? 

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Stiles rushes into the loft, heaving out a breath from running up those steps. "Sorry I'm late, I didn't expect a meeting," 

Derek rolls his eyes with a huff. "You're always late, it's not a surprise," His brows then furrow as his nostrils flare. "What is that smell?" He looks to Stiles. 

Stiles' eyes widen, forgetting that he is with two vampires and he hangs around people with werewolf senses. "What smell?" He asks. 

"Ice, blood, and... bleach, what kind of combination is that?" Scott grimaces, his hand coming up to cover his nose. 

"Oh, that, that's my bad, I cut my hand while cooking for my dad and it got on my shirt, and blood is hard to get out so bleach was the only answer, I didn't know you could still smell it tho, I changed and everything," Stiles rants, grabbing his shirt to smell himself. 

"I don't see a cut on your hand," Lydia says. "But I do see a ring," Her eyes widen as she makes her way to the male, grabbing his hand to look at the ring on his finger. "Where did you get this? It's cute," 

"I don't know, I found it in the parking lot of the school so I just took it," Wow, he was on a roll with lying and it seemed like he had gotten down how to keep his heartbeat steady because no one called him out. 

"Huh, I never knew you wore rings," Lydia says, looking at the ring once more before dropping his hand. 

"Me neither, but I like this one," Stiles shrugs, his thumb twisting the ring on his pinky. He blushes when he remembers Louis kissing his hand. Clearing his throat, he points towards the table. "So, what is this meeting about?" 

Derek raises a brow at the human, noticing the sudden topic change. But he knew Stiles well enough that if anyone mentions it, he'll simply avoid it. With a sigh, Derek ignores it and steps closer to the table. 

"Bodies are still showing up drained, it has been a week and it's starting to become a problem. The bodies are also from the town over, which is confusing," Derek starts, putting a few pictures onto the table. 

Stiles' brows knit together as he reaches for one, one of the pictures had a girl in it. She was blonde and looked about his age, her skin was pale, her eyes had bags under them, she looked too skinny and her mouth was open, probably trying to scream. 

"I don't see any punctures," Stiles says, picking up more pictures. 

"That's what's confusing, vampires are the only species who drain humans, but there aren't any marks," Derek sighs, not paying attention to the pack getting closer to the table. "Stiles, have you found anything?" He looks up at the human. 

Stiles shakes his head, still looking at the pictures, they were different genders and races. "All I found was the stereotypical vampires, nothing about whatever this is, what about you? You're like old, didn't your family know about more supernatural beings," 

"I'm only 25, and no, we never encountered anything like this before, idiot," Derek grits out. 

' Stiles,' 

Stiles jumps as he spins around, his eyes widening as he looks at the pack. "Yes?" 

"Huh?" Scott looks at him weirdly. 

"You just called my name," Stiles says, looking at the male. 

"No one spoke, Stiles," Lydia looks at the human with a raised brow. 

"Idiot, it's Violet, we need your help,' 

How is she- he shakes his head, turning back around as everyone looks at him weirdly. He looks back down at the pictures. 

'Stiles, Louis is hurt, we need your help dammit,'

'Where are you?' 

'Back in your room," 

"Um," Stiles looks up at the Derek. "I have to go," 

"What for? This meeting isn't over, are you hiding something?" Derek asks as he crosses his arms. 

"Last time I checked, you weren't my father nor my lover, plus, I'm the only one with the skills to research," Stiles says, grabbing the pictures and heading for the door. "I'll keep you guys posted if I find anything, other than that, try and see if you can find anything in the woods," He doesn't give them time to answer as he rushes out the loft. 

"That was weird, weirder than usual," Lydia points out.

Chapter 6

Stiles barges into his room, only to stop in his tracks. Louis was lying on his bed and he looked way paler than usual. He turns around and closes his door and locks it. 

"What took you so long?" Violet snaps from where she sits on Stiles' chair beside his bed. 

Stiles ignored her, throwing the pictures of the victims on the table as he made his way to his bed. "What's wrong with him?" 

"He needs to feed," Violet says, looking at the vampire who was breathing heavily. 

"So why doesn't he?" Stiles looks down at the blonde. 

"The last person that he fed on somehow digested vervain, and well, Louis being the idiot he is didn't realize until he drained the damn guy," Violet explains. 

"It's you," Stiles looks at the ravenette with narrowed eyes. "You are the ones draining the people and just leaving them in the woods, why?" He asks with slight anger in his tone. 

Violet looks at him with a raised brow. "You rather us starve and die? Because drinking animal blood isn't an option for us," 

"Why? You're killing innocent people," Stiles seethes. 

"Because if we don't drink human blood, we won't be strong enough," Violet rolls her eyes. "Plus, not everyone is innocent, so don't assume if you don't know anything," 

"How did you do it," Stiles suddenly asks. 

"What?" 

"How did you get inside my head? I heard you," Stiles says, looking at Louis who groans as his eyes open. 

The vampire looks at Stiles and smiles but is obviously in pain. "Hey, it's the cutie," He flirts.

Stiles blushes, looking away from the vampire. He hated this, why did he get flustered so easily? 

"We're connected, we may have left out a lot more details, but we'll focus on that after we get Louis some blood," Violet finally speaks, looking up at Stiles, her face filled with concern which catches Stiles by surprise. 

Stiles nibbles on his bottom lip, he looks at Louis whose face is contorted into one of pain. He felt his heartbeat pick up as his hands started to shake and an icy feeling surged through his body. 

He abruptly spins around and rushes out of his room, quickly coming back and locking the door again. He looks down at the blade in his hand, and he raises and presses it to his arm. 

Violet shoots up and speeds to him, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. "What the hell are you doing?!" She then looks at the male's arm, seeing the scarred skin. "What are these? Do you cut yourself?" 

Stiles scoffs, ripping his hand out of Violet's hold. "Don't act like you care, Louis needs to feed, and I don't see any other human in this room," He steps beside the bed, he looks down at Louis who looks up at him. 

"Stiles, don't," Louis shakes his head. 

Stiles ignores him, he looks at his arm and raises his hand to his wrist. It was like second nature as Stiles just cut his wrist, watching the blood start to pool. 

He crouches down and moves his arm closer to Louis. "Here, take as much as you need," 

A growl slipped past Louis' lips as he looked at Stiles' wrist, his pupils dilating. His black eyes seep into red as he surges forward. 

Stiles lets out a yelp as Louis clamps down on his wrist, his fangs breaking through his skin. Stiles bit his lip as the vampire started to drink his blood. His head fell back, the feeling of Louis' fangs feeling weird. The pain was there, but it wasn't a bad pain if that made sense. 

Louis lets out an unneeded huff from his nose, his hands grabbing Stiles' arms as he feeds. His blood was sweet and had this faint taste to it, it wasn't copper, more like the taste of apple cinnamon, rich and tasty. 

His blonde curls fell messily over his face as he continued to drink. 

Stiles clenches his jaw, his other hand coming up to steady himself. He was hit with a wave of dizziness. "Louis," He breathes out. 

But the vampire just growls as he sucked harder, not getting enough of that tasty blood. 

"Louis! You're hurting him!" Violet yells, speeding forward as she pries Louis' head off of Stiles' arm. 

Stiles lets out a yelp, falling back as he cradles his arm to his chest. He looks down at his arm to see the fang punctures slowly healing. 

"I-I'm sorry," Louis stutters out, looking at Stiles with wide fear-filled eyes. He got carried away. "I-I have to go, I-I'm sorry Stiles," He didn't give the human time to say anything as he sped to the window and sped out of the room. 

"Shit, uh, I'll see you tomorrow or something, I need to go after him," Violet says, the smell of Stiles' blood still strong in her nose, she needs to leave before she loses control also. 

Stiles watched Violet speed out through his window. The male huffs as he falls onto his carpet, raising his arm to look at it. 

It was clean, well aside from the scars, but the fang marks were gone, which explains why there weren't punctures on the victims. 

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"Louis," Violet tries. 

"I messed up, Vi," He shakes his head, pacing the church they were in. "I lost control, he was afraid of me," 

"No, he wasn't, Louis," Violet goes to reach out to him, but the male just moves away from her. 

"You didn't see it, Violet!" He exclaims, spinning around to look at the girl, his eyes wide and frantic. "The look in his eyes, he was scared. I almost drained him, Vi, I got carried his. His blood, was just, just so damn good," 

"Hey," Violet says softly, getting up and grabbing both sides of the male's head to make him look at her. "He wasn't afraid, you need to calm down, I smelt his blood, I understand, I almost lost control," 

Louis huffs out, his head falling against Violet's shoulder. "I don't want him to be afraid of me, of us, I already grew attached," 

Violet sighs, her hand coming up to rub Louis' back. "You always grow attached," She chuckles, causing Louis to chuckle as he pulls his head from the girl's shoulder. 

Louis' hand comes up and he rests his finger under Violet's chin. "You can't fool me, I know you're growing attached," He says, his thumb running over Violet's bottom lip. 

Violet scoffs, rolling her eyes. "I'm not," 

Louis smirks, leaning forward as he looks into Violet's green eyes. "You don't fool me, Vi," His lips brush against Violet's before the girl wraps her arms around his shoulder and pulls him into the kiss. 

Chapter 7

Maybe Stiles was in denial but for the past week, he has been thinking of two specific vampires. He wasn't stupid, he knew what it was, but he didn't want it to be that. Hell, he didn't even know them that well and they kill humans. 

He hadn't been in school for two days, afraid, of what, he didn't know. It wasn't like the pack would care, they hadn't been worried about him for a while. 

Every time he tries to think of something else, his mind will trail back to Louis and Violet unintentionally. He wasn't blind, they were attractive. Their pale skin, the way they dress in all black, and the fangs they have, lord. 

Even after a week, he still feels the way Louis' fangs broke his skin. It was like his body ached for it. It was so weird, but he wanted the male to feed on him. The more he thought of it, the more he craved it. 

Something about Louis losing control was hot, like how can somehow lose control over blood like that and so easily? That day, Stiles couldn't get the scene out of his head. The way his blood smeared across Louis' lips and the pain he felt. 

He lets out a groan as he rolls over, looking up at the ceiling. His hand playing with the ring on his other hand. That's another thing, he hasn't taken off the ring Louis gave him. He didn't know why, but he oddly felt close to the male. 

Then there was Violet, god how can someone look so beautiful and hot at the same time? Her lips, he wanted to kiss them oddly enough, just to have one taste, and her eyes, god she had siren eyes and it made Stiles' heart skip beats.

Wow, he's miserable, here is thinking of two vampires that he hasn't seen in a week. They probably weren't even thinking about him. 

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"Can we go already? I want to see Stiles," Louis whines out, stomping his feet as Violet pulls on her platform boots.

"Why are you so damn eager?" Violet looks up at the male with a raised brow. 

"Maybe because we haven't seen Stiles in a week, and also we need to explain everything to him, and I mean everything ," Louis huffs, giving Violet a look. 

Violet sighs and rolls her eyes. "I don't think he'll take the information lightly, he's a bit dramatic with things," 

Louis huffs. "He's cute when he's dramatic, so I see nothing wrong with it," He pouts and crosses his arms. 

"Wow, you're weird," Violet snorts. 

"Oh, you act like you don't find him cute," Louis glares at the other vampire.

"Eh, I don't do cute, it's hot, he has this nerdy vibe to him, it's hot," Violet states matter of factly. 

"Whatever, hurry up, come on, come on, come on," Louis bounces as he whines.

"You're honestly the dumbest person I've ever dated, Jesus Christ you're annoying," Violet huffs.

"Now, now, you know not to use his name in vain, especially in a church," Louis grins. 

"Whatever, let's go," With that Violet speeds off. 

Louis beams as he speeds off after the girl. 

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Stiles lets out a sigh as he flicks off the bathroom light, his other hand holding the towel that was wrapped around his waist. 

Walking into his room, Stiles closes the door and turns around only to let out a scream and jump about 5 feet into the air. "What the fuck!" His hand clutches his chest as his other hand makes sure his towel doesn't fall. 

"Heh, you scream like a girl," Louis chuckles, grinning at Stiles as he looks over the male's damped torso. 

Stiles looks at the two vampires with wide eyes, he rushes to his dresser and grabs anything before quickly leaving the room. 

A few minutes later, he walks back into the room in a pair of black sweatshorts and a Batman shirt. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He hisses, closing the door and locking it so his father doesn't walk in. 

"What? Did we do something wrong?" Violet asks innocently as she sits down on Stiles' chair, spinning to face him with a grin. 

Stiles glares at her as he balls up his fist and huffs out. "God! You two are annoying, next time don't just appear out of nowhere, I could've been doing something else," 

"Eh, I wouldn't mind watching you masturbate," Louis shrugs out, jumping onto Stiles' bed. 

"What is wrong with you? Don't ever like, shut the hell up?" Stiles grits out. 

"No," Both Louis and Violet answer. "Sadly he doesn't have a mute button," The latter adds.

"And don't," Louis says sassily with a wide grin. 

Stiles just sighs in annoyance, going to his beanbag and plopping down on it. His hands come up and drag over his face, he takes a deep breath and looks at Violet. "Why are you two here?"

"Don't you miss us?" Violet surprisingly teases. 

"No," Stiles doesn't miss a beat, looking at the girl blankly, but she just grins. 

"Your heart says otherwise," She says. 

Stiles blushes, breaking eye contact as he doesn't deny it. He completely forgot about them being able to hear his heartbeat. He clears his throat but still doesn't look up at the girl. 

"We're here to explain everything, especially how we can communicate telepathically," Violet finally speaks after some time.

This causes Stiles to look up at her, his brows knitting together in confusion, waiting for her to continue. 

"Okay, so as you already know we're vampires," She starts. 

"No, I thought you were witches," Stiles sarcastically states, getting a glare from Violet and Louis just chuckles from where he is still lying on Stiles' bed.

"Anyways," Violet grits out. "They are different types of vampires, the differences aren't too big, such as being speed and drinking different types of blood. Me and Louis are faster than most vampires, but that comes to us because we drink human blood," 

"So if other vampires drink human blood, they'll be just as fast as you?" Stiles asks. 

"Kinda, think of it like we have a powerup in a way. The vampires who drink animal blood are just as strong as us, but they're slower, still faster than the average human, but slower than most vampires. Now, each vampire has a singer, which is mostly a human all the time. A singer is someone whose blood smells addicting to vampires," She explains. 

"So like a werewolf's mate?" Stiles raises a brow. 

"No," Violet shakes her head, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Mates aren't only for werewolves. Every supernatural being has a mate, a singer is different. So if a vampire feeds on humans, they still have control, and the blood tastes good. But a singer, their blood is stronger, vampires tend to lose control when drinking the singer's blood and it's sweeter," 

Stiles' eyes widen, his mind processing the words as he also puts together the pieces. He looks to his bed to see Louis with his arm over his eyes, acting like he isn't there. "So, am I-" 

"A singer? Yes, you're mine and Louis' singer," Violet answers carefully, she knows what reactions to expect, she has seen it before. 

"But you, you didn't lose control?" Stiles looks at her. He'll be honest, he was a little confused and a little scared, but what does that mean? "Am I just your singer?" 

Violet grimaces, she takes a deep unnecessary breath. "You're also our mate, yes it can be weird. Trust us, we were surprised too when we found out, but that's not the only thing," 

Stiles' nodded slowly, his heart beating faster as the words echoed throughout his head. He was a mate to two vampires, two very attractive vampires, while, he was just plain. How is that possible? Is this some sick joke? Are they messing with him? They can't be, right? Mates are something one doesn't joke around with, at least that's what Derek said.

"Okay, um, I, I don't know what to say," Stiles finally speaks after a few minutes of thick silence. 

Louis slowly sits up, his face blank, something that looks so foreign on him. "You can also reject us, we won't force you into anything," He says, but it pained him to say it.

"W-What?" Stiles snaps his head up at him, then looks at Violet who is looking down at her hands, she looks weird with a frown on her face, Stiles wasn't used to that, granted he barely knows the girl."I won't reject you,"

Chapter 8

The two vampires stared at the human with wide eyes, not expecting that type of answer. Normally, they'll scream and run away, they have seen it happen before. 

"It's all new for me, I won't lie. But I've heard what a rejection from a mate can do, cause you pain, like really bad pain, you'll feel empty, you'll feel like the world doesn't spin anymore, like nothing matters, you'll go into depression, a state where it could get so bad that you can die. No, I won't do that, I won't reject you, knowing that you can die. Plus, it's not like I don't find you two attractive, because let me tell you," Stiles huffs out, taking a deep breath as his rant comes to a stop. 

Louis looks at Violet, who looks stunned in her place. He had never seen the girl like this, her eyes wide and a glint in her eyes as she stared at Stiles. Louis lets out a sigh as he leans on the headboard of Stiles' bed, moving the pillows out of the way. 

"Wow, you're cute, smart, funny, and selfless, marry me please," Louis states dramatically, letting out an obnoxiously long dreamy sigh. 

Stiles just looks at him weirdly. "You're making me consider rejecting you if you keep up with that weirdness," 

"Oh don't act like you don't like it, you just said you find me attractive," Louis winks at the human, grinning when said male averts his gaze. 

Their attention is brought to Violet when she clears her throat and composes herself from what she is going through. 

"Okay, um, the whole mate thing, we can take it at your pace, I know everything is confusing, so let's get through that and then we'll let you process everything," She says, not trying to look at Stiles. 

"Right, so where were we," Stiles nods, sitting back on the beanbag. 

"We got through the whole singer thing, next is why you can help us, aside from you being our mate. It's a rumor that a mortal and two immortals will stop the world from being overrun by a group of rouge vampires," Violet's brows furrow as she shakes her head. "You'll understand if you just see it for yourself, do you have to be anywhere in the next three hours?" 

"Uh, no, why? Do I have to get dressed to go out?" He frowns. 

"Yeah, we'll be in your backyard, let's go," Violet turns to Louis who whines and slumps against the bed. 

"But I wanna see Stiles get changed," Louis whines out. 

"Stop being a perv and get the fuck up," Violet grits, grabbing Louis by the hair and dragging him off the bed. 

"Ow, ow, ow," Louis hisses as he's forced out the window. 

"Don't take long," She looks at him before climbing out the window and pushing Louis off the roof as the male yelps out in fright. 

"Ow," 

Stiles hears a loud thud, he chuckles and moves to his dresser to get more fitting clothes to go outside with. 

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"You guys live in a church?" Stiles asks, looking up at the building. It was a normal church with the glass stained circle window on the top and it was rundown. 

"Yep, come inside," Louis says with a smile, walking ahead of Stiles. 

Stiles follows after Louis, hearing Violet chuckle behind them. 

"Mi casa es su casa," Louis states dramatically as they walk into the building. 

Stiles looked around, it was just like the outside, the rolls of the seats, the pulpit on a small platform. He looks at one of the walls and sees two sleeping bags next to each other. 

"You guys sleep on sleeping bags?" Stiles turns to them. 

"Sleep? Stiles, vampires don't need to sleep all the time, plus it's kinda hard to sleep when we have to look over our shoulder every damn second," Violet chuckles slightly, walking by Stiles and over to one of the rolls of seats. 

"We're fine sleeping on a duffel bag, no need to worry about it," Louis tells him, a hand resting on Stiles' arm when he sees the look on the human's face. 

Even though Louis' temperature was naturally cold, it felt like his arm burned under the male's touch. It was an icy hot feeling, it felt cold but hot at the same time. He looks at the hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

"Here, this is what we came for," Violet says, coming to stand in front of the male, holding a few bygone pieces of paper. 

Stiles slowly takes it, being careful with the old paper. He takes a seat on a seat's armrest as he looks down at the paper. 

What he first saw was a drawing, it was of three people. The middle was facing forward, and what looked like a stake in their hand, the other two were facing sideways as they were on either side of the person. They were in a fighting stance, their fingers were also claws. 

"Claws? You guys have claws?" Stiles asks, looking up at the two vampires in front of him.

"Yeah, but that drawing exaggerates it," Violet says, raising her hand to show claws, they weren't as long as the ones in the drawing, but it was still obvious that they could do serious damage, she was able to rip out demon's necks for christ sake. 

She also had them painted red, he then looks at Louis. He raises a hand and he indeed also has claws, but they seemed a little shorter than Violet's and they were painted black. "Violet painted my nails, that's why they're black," Louis answers his unspoken question. 

Stiles makes a face of realization before he looks down at the bygone paper. 

A Mortal with power like none other will use it to defeat an evil that'll bring down his world, two immortals will stand by his side to assist his doing, however, some things may also change along the way

"So the mortal is supposedly me? But how? How do you know that?" Stiles looks up at them. 

"The next page," Violet points to the papers in his hands. "They wrote everything you went through, the visions, the immunity to compulsion, our telepathy, you being both of our mates, something that's supposed to be impossible. Stiles, you're the prophecy, whoever wrote this, wanted you, wanted us to bring down the rogue coven," She adds, watching the male read the paper. 

"But it's say powers, I'm just human?" Stiles says confused, looking back up at them. 

"On your eighteenth birthday, you'll awaken something, but that's all we know, we'll need to wait for your birthday," Violet answers. 

"When is your birthday?" Louis decides to ask this time. 

"Uh, April 8th, are you guys sure we're what this prophecy says?" Stiles says uncertainty.

Chapter 9

The dirty blonde vampire sat across from Stiles as the male ate, Violet sat beside Louis. He frowns as he watches the human eat. "Man, I miss eating," He sighs, his frown turning into a pout. 

"You guys can't eat?" Stiles looks up at them with a raised brow, popping a curly fry into his mouth. 

"We can, but the food is tasteless and sometimes it simply makes us throw up," Violet answers, leaning back on the chair. 

The three were at a diner, Louis's idea for a date, and Stiles didn't see anything wrong. Maybe it was time to see if they could be something more. 

"I feel bad now, why did you pick a diner knowing you can't eat?" Stiles looks at them with a frown, which Louis just smiles at, finding his concern for them cute.

"Do worry about us, love, you need to eat, we're not going to stop you," Louis chuckles, not noticing the accent change. 

Stiles looks at Louis with wide eyes, hearing the accent, it sounded like s Slavic accent. "Accent, you have an accent," 

Violet rolls her eyes, smiling at the male. "When you're alive for a few years and travel, you tend to develop a few skills," Her accent switched to a Russian one, normally a Russian accent sounded weird to Stiles when he would hear it on TV, but from Violet, his chest tightened. 

Louis grins, looking at Stiles. "Does someone have a kink for accents?" 

"W-what? No, no I don't," Stiles denies, picking up his burger to take a bite and trying to hide his blush. Even if he did, the vampires still heard his fast-beating heart. 

"Wow, you blush easily," Violet teases, which makes Stiles blush harder, simply not used to the girl teasing or flirting like Louis. 

"Maybe it's because two very attractive people do the simplest thing, but it weirdly looks hot. May I add, I'm your mate, so it doesn't help at all, because you're the embodiment of my bi-panic!" Stiles hisses out, glaring at the two vampires. 

"You like us," Louis teases, his voice picking up an octave as Violet oos. 

"Ugh, you two are the worst," Stiles grits, letting his head fall onto the table with a thud. 

"Stiles?" 

Stiles felt his heart drop, his head snapped up and he looked to voice, only to see Lydia standing there, the pack behind her. "Lydia!" He exclaims, sliding out of the booth. "Hey, what are you guys doing here?" He asks. 

"Uh, today is pack night, and you know we get lunch before, you didn't get our messages?" Lydia asks, eyeing the girl who was sitting in the booth. 

"Uh," Stiles looks at the pack then at Louis and Violet. "I left my phone at home, we were just heading back anyways," He says, giving the two a look. 

Violet sighs and steps out of the booth, allowing Louis to do the same. 

"Let's go," Stiles says, he goes to step past Lydia and the others but Scott's hand comes up and grabs his arm. 

"Where are you going?" Scott asks. 

Violet has to grab Louis' hand to keep the man from doing anything as he lets out a growl, the others looking at him with wide eyes. 

"Scott, let go, and like I said, I'm going home," Stiles goes to move out of Scott's grasp, but the male tightens his hold. Stiles winces as he feels his bones grind together. "Scott, you're hurting me," 

Before anyone can do anything, another hand comes up and grabs Scott's wrist. Said male looks up, only for his eyes to widen when he saw red eyes staring back at him. 

"He said let go," Louis growls out, baring his fangs. 

"It's you, you're the ones killing innocent people," Lyida looks at Louis with wide eyes, then at Violet who was already looking at her. 

"What are you going to do?" Violet speaks, her eyes turning red as she grins and tilts her head. "We're in public, you don't want to expose us, now do you?" She takes a step forward. 

Lydia glares at her. "What are you going to do? You don't know me," 

"Like you know me," Violet sucks her teeth, her hand coming up and gripping Lydia's arm causing the girl to wince. 

Lydia hisses, looking at the spot to see blood seeping through her shirt. The rest of the pack lets out low, threatening growls as they smell the blood.

Before anything gets out of hand, Stiles takes the opportunity to move out of Scott's grasp as he steps in between the pack, Violet, and Louis. "You all need to calm the fuck down, we're all in public, and I won't be able to explain anything if you all get into a fight," Stiles warns. 

"Stiles," Derek growls out, not taking his eyes off the threats. "You knew who were looking for, and didn't tell us?" 

"He doesn't need to tell you shit," Louis growls out. "He doesn't own you anything," 

"He's our pack's researcher, he's supposed to tell us, we're his pack," Scott growls out, glaring at Louis. 

"Obviously he isn't," Violet scoffs. "Why now come talk to him? If he's pack, why was he alone for a full weak?" 

"He wasn't at school," Lydia grits out, looking at the vampire. 

Violet rolls her eyes, standing up straighter, causing Louis to do the same and the pack to tense and ready themselves for anything. "I'm not going to argue with a bunch of mutts, we're out of here, let's go," She grabs Stiles' wrist. 

They go to walk past them, but the pack obviously sees the threat and isn't going to let them. "He's not going anywhere with you bloodsuckers," Isaac growls, taking a step in front of them. 

"Move it mutt," Louis looks up at him, his eyes shining brighter. "I don't care who sees, I'll rip your heart out right here, so move," He threatens. 

"You can't take all of us," Derek growls, moving closer. 

Violet scoffs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "We most certainly can, so move out of our way, or they'll be a blood bath," She steps closer to the werewolf, glaring up at him as she bares her fangs. "Back. Up." 

Derek growls down at her, he then hears whispers from the customers in the diner. He glares for a little longer before stepping back. "Get out of their way, there's eyes on us," 

"But Derek," Scott starts. 

"Scott, move ," Derek orders. 

Scott looks at the vampires, to see the male grinning at him. 

"You better listen to your alpha, wetdog ,"

Scott scoffs, taking a step back as the others do the same. 

Violet looks at Stiles, who is already looking at her with wide eyes. "Let's go, I'm tired of this stench," She starts to pull him towards the exit, Louis right behind them. 

Chapter 10

"Lately, I've been cold, like the world is moving on and I'm being left behind, I don't know what to do," Stiles explains, his hand rubbing his arm. 

His therapist nods, writing down something before she looks up at Stiles. "Is this feeling constant? Or when you overthink?" 

"Honestly, recently it's been constant, but then it feels like I get pulled back into reality," Stiles answers, his leg starting to bounce. 

"Mm," The therapist hums. "Do you have anyone that doesn't make you feel like that? Like you can move at your own pace?" 

Only two people come to his mind and Stiles blushes as he looks down at his lap. Was it even a question? Of course Violet and Louis made him feel better, making him feel like he could move at his own pace. Maybe it was the mate pull, or just the simply attraction he felt towards them. Whatever it was, he was not complaining. 

The therapist chuckles, looking at the young male. "No need to worry, you don't have to talk about them, but whoever they are, keep them close, they seem to be good for you," 

"They are," Stiles looks up at her with a smile, his chest tightening at the way he said it so easily. 

"Good," The therapist smiles softly at him. 

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"kiddo, are you doing okay?" Noah asks, briefly looking at his son before looking back to the road. 

Stiles turns his head to his father, a genuine smile forming on his face. "Yeah, Dad, why?" 

"Nothing, just noticed you barely hang out with the pack, just making sure," Noah says sincerely. 

Stiles nods, his hand rubbing at his arm again, the reminder of his scars. "Yeah, it's just I need a break, you know, there's nothing wrong, it's just I feel suffocated around them," He half lies. 

"Hey, as long as you're okay, that's all I care about, son," Just then, Noah pulls into the driveway of their house. 

As the car shuts off, Stiles hurriedly gets out and bends over to look into the window. "Be safe, I'll bring you lunch later, and we can have a birthday lunch," 

Noah smiles at his son. "Sounds like a plan, see you later son," He says, starting up the car and driving out of the driveway and down the street to the department. 

Stiles waits for his dad's cruiser to disappear around the corner before he spins around and rushes inside the house. 

As he comes to a stop in front of his room, he raises his hand and grabs the knob. 

"Happy Birthday!" Violet and Louis yell as Stiles opens the door. 

Stiles screams and jumps off the ground, failing before his hand darts up and grabs his chest. 

"Heh, you scream like a girl," Louis chuckles. "Whoa, Deja Vu," He says with wide eyes. 

Stiles takes a deep breath. "Dammit, you nearly gave me a heart attack, on my birthday!" 

Violet huffs and rolls her eyes, a small box in her hand as she makes her way to Stiles. "Don't be dramatic, here, open this," 

Stiles looks at the box, takes it, and looks at Violet with a small smile. "You got me a present?" 

"Well, isn't that what you're supposed to do when it's someone's birthday," Violet rolls her eyes. "Open it, hurry," 

Stiles chuckles, he looks back down at the box and opens it. As he takes the lid off, his eyes widen when he sees a necklace. It was a silver chain and a rose amulet. "I- Violet, this is beautiful," He looks up, only to see the girl looking to the side. 

"She got you it because she was jealous that I gave you a ring," Louis speaks up, stepping beside Violet. 

Violet looks at him and slaps his arm. "No I didn't, I don't get jealous," She grits. 

"Oh god, I wish vampires could blush, this is a scene I will pay to see," Stiles chuckles out, taking the chance to tease. Violet looks at him with a glare. "Ah, no hitting the birthday boy," He wiggles his finger. 

Violet huffs, turning around and flopping onto Stiles' bed as he and Louis chuckle. "Whatever, it's not like Louis got you a present," She states. 

"Oh, I did," Louis scoffs, looking at Stiles. He didn't give the human any time to think as he stepped closer and hooked his finger under Stiles' chin. 

Said male looks up at Louis with wide eyes, they weren't that much of a height difference, but that didn't matter. Louis leans in, and he stops a few inches from Stiles' lips. 

"Happy Birthday," He mutters, closing the distance and connecting their lips. 

As cliche as it sounded, Stiles felt electricity surge from his lips and through his body. He felt his heartbeat pick up and if they were in some type of show, he'd imagine the camera spinning around them, or someone who was reading about them smiling or screaming in excitement. 

Stiles let out a breath through his nose as he came out of the shock and kissed back, his hands slowly coming up and snaking around Louis' neck. The vampire's hands came up and cupped Stiles' cheek. 

His cold touch contrasted greatly against Stiles' scorching cheeks. It was like the perfect combination, and the vampire pushed forward. Cold lips and warm lips slowly started to move. 

Louis' tongue darted out and lapped over Stiles' lips, which the human easily parted and let the male in. Louis smirked against the plump pair of warm lips, his teeth biting down on Stiles' bottom lip as he pulled away. 

Stiles' eyes slowly open to see black ones looking at him. "That was some birthday kiss," 

"The best gift?" Louis whispers, their breaths being mixed together. 

"Hm," Stiles makes a face. "I believe Violet's gift takes the cake," 

"Speaking of Violet, yeah hey, remember me," Violet waves her hand as she sarcastically smiles, her eyes wide as her pupils are huge. "Uh, What the hell was that?! And why was it so damn hot? All the years I've lived, I never would have thought that two guys kissing would be hot," 

Stiles chuckles, a sudden feeling of boldness washing over him. He moves away from Louis and makes his way to the girl. As he stops in front of her, his hands grab a hold of her hips as he looks down at her. "I don't know about you, but I think you can beat Louis," He says with a smirk. 

Violet looks up at him with wide eyes, before she scoffs as her hands rest on his arm. "I have to say, this confident side to you, is kinda hot," She says. 

Stiles leans forward, his nose touching Violet's. "Really?" 

Violet bites her lip, her unbeating heart skipping at the anticipation. She leans forward, having to lean up a little. Their noses touch again as they bump them before they close the distance.

Just like Louis, the kiss set a surge of electricity through Stiles' body as his and Violet's lips slowly moved against each other. His hands tightened around the girl's hips as the kiss intensified. 

Violet parted her lips and let Stiles' tongue in. The human lets out a surprise noise when Violet quickly wins the battle between their tongues, but it only causes him to pull her closer to his chest. 

Her hands on his arms, slowly moved up as she locked her arms around the male's neck. She leans back as Stiles pushes forward as if their closeness wasn't enough and he needed more. 

One of Stiles' hands moved from Violet's hip and moved up her back, keeping it firm against her shoulder blades as he breathed heavily against her lips. 

Soon, the human needed air, he slowly pulled away and his eyes opened to see green ones looking at him. 

"Hm, much better than Louis," Stiles teased. 

"That's no fair!" Louis exclaims, a look of hurt forms on his face. "You two kissed longer, so of course her's will be better," He complains.

Violet looks over Stiles' shoulder with a shit-eating grin. "Don't be jealous, I'm always better," She winks.

Chapter 11

Well, it seemed like Louis couldn't get enough of kissing Stiles, because, for the past few minutes, the vampire had been kissing up and down Stiles' arm. Stiles lets out a chuckle. 

"If you keep on kissing me, your lips are going to fall off," Stiles raises brow with a smile. 

Louis looks up at him with a frown, dropping the male's arm. "But I wanna kiss you," 

"Well my lips are up here," Stiles wiggles his eyebrows, maybe he liked kissing the vampire also. Something about his cold skin, just made him addicted to the vampire's lips. 

Louis didn't even hesitate as he surged forward, crashing his lips against Stiles', the human let out a laugh against the lips before he kissed back. 

It was a sloppy kiss, but it was short. When they pull away, Louis lets out a sigh, his head falls against Stiles' shoulder. 

Stiles looks up to see Violet's eyes close as she lies in his bed, Louis and Stiles as on the floor. The female vampire feels eyes on her, so she slowly opens her eyes to see Stiles looking at her. The brunette smiles at the ravenette who returns the smile. 

"Ah," Stiles winces out when he feels Louis bite his neck. "Louis? What are you doing?" 

"I'm hungry, can I have some blood?" Louis mumbles against the pale neck. "Please, I won't lose control, I promise," He begs, pulling his head out of Stiles' shoulder to look at the human. 

Stiles looks into the black eyes of the vampire, how can someone have black eyes but look so innocent with them? Yet, Louis is far from innocent. Stiles felt his heartbeat pick up at the thought of Louis drinking his blood, the way it felt, the sting of pain, how he enjoyed it. 

"Yeah, go ahead," Stiles blurts out, his mouth moving faster than his brain. 

Louis grins, his eyes widening with excitement. "Really?" 

Stiles chuckles, god how can he be so cute? Yet, so hot? "Yeah, but don't drain me, I have a lunch date with my dad," 

"Deal," Louis smiles before he leans in to peck Stiles' lips, then planting a kiss on his cheek, then jaw, and finally neck. 

Stiles' eyes fall shut as Louis places soft kisses on his neck, and then he winces as the vampire's fangs suddenly break to his skin. His mouth parted as a sigh fell from his lips. His hand came up and slid into Louis' blonde curly locks, pulling the male closer as he started to drink his blood. 

He grabbed a fist full of hair and it caused Louis to let out a growl, he sucks a little harder before he pulls away as Stiles lets out a sigh. 

Stiles opens his eyes and looks at the vampire, his hand coming up to wipe the blood off the corner of Louis' mouth. He then looks at Violet, who is looking at them. 

"Vi, you want some? You can feed on me?" Stiles offers, smiling softly at the vampire. 

"I'm fine," Violet shakes her head, sitting up on the bed. "I ate earlier," 

"Well, you're missing out, his blood is amazing," Louis looks at the girl with a dopey grin. 

Violet just makes a face as she looks at the male. "You're so weird," 

"Thank you," Louis smiles. 

"Well," Stiles claps his hands, getting up. "I'm going to go clean my neck and then go bring my dad lunch, you guys can stay here if you want, I'll text you when I'm," He says. 

Louis gets up, moving closer to Stiles with a grin. Like earlier, his finger hooks under Stiles' chin and lifts it, he then leans forward and connects their lips. "See you later, cutie," He says as they pull away. 

Stiles blushes before he looks at Violet, said girl looks at him with a raised brow but Stiles just breaks into a shy grin. Violet sighs and rolls her eyes, getting off the bed and making her way to Stiles. 

"If you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask, I won't deny it," She says, leaning up to peck the male's lips. Suddenly, her hand rests on Stiles' chest and slowly slides down. 

Stiles stiffens and his breath hitches when Violet's hand cups his bulge. "Maybe later, I can give you another birthday present," She whispers into his ear before pulling away. "You should get going, you don't have to keep your dad waiting," 

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Stiles fidgeted in his seat, causing his father to look at him confused. "Son? Are you okay?" Noah asks, chewing the food in his mouth. 

Is he okay? Stiles couldn't even answer the question himself, was he? What happened in his room, he couldn't get it out of his head. Violet was so bold, and it was so hot. He still felt her hands on his groin, maybe it was weird. 

The look in her eyes was so intense, those green eyes held anything but innocence, and it also didn't help that Louis added fuel to the whole thing. He didn't know what to do, because he was most definitely not fine. 

Did he want to have sex with them? They weren't even dating. They kissed, yes, but he didn't ask what they were. Would he be comfortable to have sex with two people? It's not like he was a virgin, but he still was out of experience. 

Plus, it didn't help that Louis and Violet were just too damn hot, and they were blunt, Louis more than Violet, but still she had her moments. His mind was just fuzzy. 

"Stiles!" Noah claps his hand, watching his son jump and look at him with wide eyes. 

"Dad, have you ever thought of having sex with two people?" Stiles blurts out, and at that moment, when his dad looks at him with wide eyes, he wants to die. Why would he say something like that? Especially to his father of all people? 

"Uh," 

"Act like I didn't say that, please," Stiles groans, his head banging onto the table. Maybe the world can open up and swallow him whole because this embarrassment is not going to go away. 

"Uh, is there something you want to talk about?" Noah asks. 

"No," Stiles groans, not moving his head off the table. 

"Are you dating someone? Or two?" Noah asks, trying to make sure he didn't hear his son wrong.

"Please, Dad, it's nothing, I swear. Ignore what I said, it's embarrassing," Stiles whines out, sitting upright and grabbing his sandwich, taking a bite to try and distract his mind. 

Noah looked at his son with a raised brow, but he didn't say anything. There were just some things you don't talk about with your son, and this is one. He sighs and grabs his sandwich again. 

"So I got a call from your school," Noah decides to change the subject, seeing Stiles tense and look everywhere else. "You haven't been going, for three days, is there something I need to know?" 

"No," Stiles mumbles around food. "I'll go tomorrow, I promise,"

Chapter 12

A sigh falls from Stiles' lips as the male steps out of the sheriff's Station. The rest of lunch was so embarrassing, his dad dropped the topic, but Stiles still thought of it. Who asks a question like that?

"Stiles," 

Stiles stiffened at the voice, slowly turning only for his eyes to widen. "Derek, hey, what are you doing here?" 

Derek looks at him expressionless. "I came here to talk to your dad about something with the vampires, you know, the ones you didn't tell us that you knew," He suddenly grits. 

Stiles shrugs. "You guys never asked," 

"Never asked?" Derek hisses, then scoffs, and makes his way to Stiles, grabbing the male's arm and pulling him to the woods. Stiles winces but doesn't say anything, stumbling when Derek lets him go. "You knew we were looking for the people who were draining innocent lives, you knew who they were and didn't tell us!" He exclaims. 

Stiles lets out a sigh, used to Derek's short temper. "Derek, it's really not that serious, I kept some things from you guys, like you did and everyone else did multiple times. Don't get mad at me, I'm not entitled to tell you anything," 

Derek looks at him weirdly, as if he's a different person. "Look at you, Stiles? Since when do you think like this? You're pack, we're pack, we needed your help and you kept something from us, mind you they are murders and you didn't tell us," 

"Pack? I'm Pack? Bullshit," Stiles scoffs, turning around, he was done with this conversation. 

"Stiles, stop!" Derek yells he goes to surge forward to grab Stiles' arm, but something is colliding into his chest. 

Stiles spines around, his eyes widen when he sees a demon on top of the werewolf, growling. It was the same demon as in school months ago. Shit. He looks up, seeing more demons. "Oh, dammit," 

The demon that was on Derek snaps its head to Stiles, letting out a growl and getting up. 

"Stiles, run!" Derek tries to yell, his eyes widening as he notices more of these weird things. 

Stiles shakes his head, as much as he's mad at Derek right now, he won't leave him to fight a group of demons alone. His head snaps to a growl, his eyes widening when he notices a demon coming straight towards him. 

He stepped back, only to trip over a branch and fall. The demon lets out another growl as its hand comes out and goes to attack Stiles. But the human quickly moved to the side and swiftly got up. 

Stiles' eyes widened even more as his lips parted, his head snapping up as he heard two separate growls. This time, there were two demons. He was cornered, but just as they both threw an attack, he quickly ducked under the attack as his fist came up and punched one of the demons in the stomach, causing it to stumble back. 

"Stiles! Behind you!" Derek yells. 

Stiles spins around, side-stepping the attack, his hand coming up and grabbing the greyish arm and pulling. The sickening crack sounds as he pulls the arm off the demon. 

Stiles drops it as he looks at his hands with wide eyes. "When did I learn how to move like that," He breathed, it was like his body was moving on its own. 

He looks up, before he rushes forward, which causes a demon to run towards him. Stiles lets out a yelp as he drops, his leg coming out and swiping under the demon's, causing it to fall. 

Stiles didn't think as his hands came up and grabbed each horn on the demon and started to pull. The demon screeches out as he tries to attack Stiles, but it is too late as the human pulls the head off the demon making it go limp. 

Like the arm, Stiles dropped the head with shock. What's happening? How is he suddenly good at fighting? Nothing is making sense!

"Stiles! Duck!" 

Said male didn't even question it, he dropped and looked up only to see Violet jump over him. It was like everything slowed for a moment as the girl was airborne and she landed on a demon, letting out a growl and digging her hand into the thing's chest and ripping it out. 

Stiles looked at the vampire, watching as she lifted her head and flipped her hair over her shoulder before speeding to another demon. Hot. 

"I know right," Louis chuckles, helping Stiles up. "Hot indeed," 

"How did you-" 

"Your abilities, they're finally awakening," Louis looks at him with a huge smile. "Fast reflexes and you can finally communicate telepathically with us, well to make it more clear, we already communicated telepathically, but it's easier now, does it make sense?" 

It did all make sense, of course, his mind was filled with so many other things, that he completely forgot about the prophecy and his abilities supposedly awakening on his birthday, today. 

"Now, cutie, let's see you use those reflexes," Louis winks before speeding away to a demon. 

Stiles quickly follows the vampire's movement, seeing him stop in front of a demon and punch it in the face. He then looks to Violet who kicks a demon in the face with a spin. His head then looks to Derek, who is stunned, not knowing what to do. 

Stiles ran to the werewolf, grabbing him by the arm to steady himself. "Derek," 

"Stiles, I-I what's happening? Since when did you know how to fight like that? Why are they helping us? What are those things?" Derek shoots out, looking at Stiles with wide eyes. 

"Listen, big guy, I know you're mad at me and don't trust them, but you need to leave before you get hurt," Stiles says, trying to push the werewolf but it was proven difficult seeing as Derek planted his feet. "Okay, you're heavy," Stiles huffs.

"Stiles, you need to get somewhere safe," Derek looks down at him. 

"Dammit Derek! Just leave! I can protect myself," 

"Stiles-" 

"He said go, mutt!" Louis appears beside Stiles. "Go! before you get hurt!" He yells, aggravated as he pushes Derek, easily causing him to stumble, and Stiles just looks at him with his mouth opening at how he just moved the werewolf with ease. 

"I'm not leaving Stiles, especially not with you two," Derek growls. 

"You know what, I don't care, die if you want, It's not going to affect me," Louis rolls his eyes and turns around and speeds away to help Violet. 

Louis jumped onto a demon's shoulders and grabbed its horn. "This is where you're weak," He deeply chuckles as he pulls. 

"Stiles!" Violet yells, grunting as she kills another demon. "Help us! We'll be stronger together!" 

Stiles looks towards the direction, they were meant to work together. A mortal and two immortals. He doesn't think as he runs towards them, his eyes widening as a demon runs towards him. 

His left foot dug into the ground before he spins, his leg coming up and kicking the demon in its head. He quickly catches his footing and pushes off the ground, jumping into the air. His knee comes in contact with the demon's chest as they fall to the ground. 

Stiles' hands wrapped around the demon's horns, he made a face as he pulled, swiftly ripping the grey head off the demon's shoulders. 

"Yes! That was fucking hot!" Louis exclaims, smiling proudly at Stiles.

Chapter 13

"Okay, so I have fast reflexes and I can communicate with you guys, is there anything else to expect?" Stiles looks at the two vampires before he starts to pace the church's floor. 

"We don't know, we have to wait and see if you have any more abilities," Violet shrugs, looking at the human who is still pacing the church. 

"Great! Absolutely fucking great!" In a fit of rage, Stiles spins around and kicks a chair, only for it to go flying into a wall.

Violet jumps as she looks at Stiles with wide eyes, and Louis, well he exclaims excitedly as he watches the chair fall to the ground. 

"It seems like you have super strength also," Violet points out the obvious. 

"Oh!" Louis exclaims, causing Stiles to look at him. "Punch me in the stomach, I wanna see how strong you are," 

Stiles looks at his hand, then at Louis with wide eyes. For some reason, he didn't hesitate as he made his way to Louis. He draws his hand back and strikes. 

"Ah!" Louis exclaims, doubling over before he falls to the floor and curls into a ball. "Ow," He wheezes out. "Ow, that hurt," 

"Sorry," Stiles crouches down, his hands coming up to turn Louis onto his back. "I didn't expect for me to hit that hard," 

Louis looks up at him with a pained look. "You didn't hesitate, you just... went for it," He forced out like the whole thing was hard to believe. Stiles frowns as his hand comes up and moves the hair out of Louis' face, leaning down and pecking the male's lips. 

"Really?" Violet speaks, Stiles looks at her and so does Louis. "Stiles, Louis isn't hurt, he just wants to get babied," 

"No," Louis denies, looking up at Stiles who was already looking down at him with a raised brow. He huffs and rolls his eyes. "Okay, it hurt for a little, then the pain just went away- listen I like your kisses okay!" He tries to defend. 

Stiles just rolls his eyes with a chuckle. 

"Since we now know that you have super strength, we need to train you so you don't accidentally kill a human," Violet says, getting up from her seat. 

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The metal beam slowly bends, it lets out a squeaking noise before Stiles unbents it. "Aye, I got it," He says excitedly, then he looks to the other metal beams that he failed which causes his smile to drop. 

"After 9 tries," Louis says, but then Stiles narrows his eyes at him. "Aye! You got it!" He suddenly exclaims, smiling sheepishly at the human. 

Stiles raises a brow before turning to Violet, who is slightly smiling at him. "So, is training over?" 

"Mm," Violet hums before she turns around. "Yep, now follow me, I have a surprise for the two of you," 

Stiles looks at Louis confused, but the vampire just shrugs and with a smile, he grabs ahold of Stiles' hand and the two follow after the female vampire. 

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"Uh, where are we going?" Stiles asks for the fifth time tonight, they have been walking around the woods for about an hour and Violet still hasn't said anything. Hell, even Louis was confused. 

"I'm going to kill you two, duh," Violet looks over her shoulder, her eyes turning red as she turns back around and continues to walk. 

Louis gulps, his hand gripping onto Stiles' arm, causing the human to look up at him with a raised brow. 

Suddenly, light illuminated the vampire's face and Stiles' brow drew together. He slowly turned his head, then his eyes widened as he looked at the scene in front of him. 

They were in a small clearing that had a lake on the other end. There was a blanket on the floor with a few lanterns around it. On two trees were fairy lights and there was a picnic basket on top of the blanket.

Violet turns around, the light shining onto her, making her look... 

"Beautiful," Louis breathes out, his eyes looking at Violet. 

"Me or the clearing?" Violet raises a brow. 

Stiles moves closer, looking at the scene. "Vi, did you do this?" He turns to the girl. 

"Yep," Violet grins, tilting her head up. "I don't expect two idiotic men to set up a date, so I did it," 

"Date?" Stiles asks. 

"Yes, Stiles, we're taking it slow, just like you want, so why not do a date?" Violet shrugs, it was like she knew he nor Louis wouldn't complain, which she was completely right about. 

"Wait, idiotic?" Louis looks at her with an offended look. 

Violet puts a hand on her hip. "Uh, yes, you two are a bit slow up there," 

"Nah, just Louis," Stiles shakes his head, grinning when Louis looks at him with his mouth agape. 

"I don't like this teaming up thing you two have going on, stop it," The vampire pouts, crossing his arms. 

"You're cute when you're mad," Stiles chuckles, taking the opening to tease. Which seemed to work since Louis averted his gaze to the ground as he tensed slightly. "I really hate the fact vampires can't blush," Stiles practically whines. 

"Too bad for you," Louis grumbles, he wasn't used to Stiles teasing him, so yes it caught him off guard, which also seemed to deter his ego.

"Oo, feisty," Stiles hums, making his way to Louis. When he gets close enough, his hand comes up and a finger hooks under Louis's chin to tilt his head. He grins when Louis looks at him with wide eyes. "It's kinda hot," He leans forward, ghosting his lips against the male's lips. 

"Uh, hello, the date," Violet hums out. 

Stiles smirks, pulling away before he can kiss Louis. "Right, let's go, Louis," He turns around with a smirk and heads to the blanket. 

It seemed like time flies when Stiles was with Violet and Louis. It was around midnight, and the three were still sitting on the blanket. It was peaceful, they just talked about anything and everything.

Stiles liked it like this, he felt like he was doing something wrong since the pack still avoided it. Deep down, he felt like he didn't deserve this. But here was Violet and Louis just sitting with him, conversing and just enjoying his existence. 

He couldn't help but think, were they doing this just because he was their mate? Do they actually have feelings for him? He knows he has feelings for them, of course, he does, they have been with him for over a month, filling in the silence that he was slowly getting used to. 

They understood him, respected his boundaries, and agreed to take everything slow. 

Speaking of, the two vampires noticed the silence from Stiles. They cut their conversation off and turned their attention to the human, who was looking down at the blanket as his brows were drawn and he was lost in his head.

Louis looks to Violet and vice versa, their brows knitting together. Louis was the first to look back at Stiles. "Stiles?" 

"Do you really care for me?" He asks suddenly, looking up at the two which catches them off guard. 

It took a few of one of them to answer, seeing as they were stunned by the question. Stiles continued to look at them, waiting, seeing what they'd say. 

"Stiles," Louis says, crawling to Stiles and sitting in front of him. He grabs the warm hands and looks into the whiskey eyes. "Do we care for you? That's such a stupid question, of course, we care. Why would you ask that?" 

Stiles just looks down at their hands. "It's just that, I can't help but think you doing all of this just because I'm your mate and that's it. Like you don't actually have feelings towards me," 

"What?" Violet looks at him weirdly. "That makes no sense," She shakes her head, moving closer to the two males. "Yes, we feel attraction towards you because of the mate bond, but I guarantee that ninety-nine percent of our feelings are because we genuinely like you, Stiles," 

Stiles still looked down at his hands, not wanting to look up at any of them. 

Violet raises her hand, her index finger going under Stiles' chin to turn his head to her. "Look at me when I say this. Me and Louis like you, Stiles. We like your rants, we like your corny jokes, we like your obsession with curly fries and Star Wars, we like your taste in flannels, we like your whiskey eyes, we like your warm skin, we like your smile, we like everything about you, Stiles, and if you don't believe us. Then we'll keep on saying it until you get it through the thick skull of yours," 

"She's right, you know," Louis starts, causing the male to look at him when Violet drops her hand. "She pretty much listed everything, but I can say this, I definitely like the way your lips taste," 

"Ugh, can you be serious for once in your existence," Violet rolls her eyes. 

"But I am?" Louis frowns. "I do like the way his lips taste, is it a crime?" 

Chapter 14

"So, instead of a daylight ring, you have a daylight necklace," Stiles looks at Violet with a head tilt. The girl nods her hand raising and pulling out the necklace from her shirt. It was a silver chain with a blue amulet and a silver frame around it. "Whoa," 

Stiles' hand comes up and gently grabs the piece of jewelry, looking at it. He didn't notice the close proximity until Violet cleared her throat. That's when he realizes he was a bit too close to the girl's boobs. 

"Oh," Stiles tenses, he drops the necklace and leans back, clearing his throat. "Sorry, I didn't mean-" 

"It's fine, Stiles, I know you weren't looking at my tits," Violet chuckles, causing the male to blush and her to raise a brow. "Huh, I've been curious, you blush easily, are you like a virgin?" 

"I've been thinking that too," Louis hums out. 

"W-what?" Stiles snaps his head up at them, his eyes wide and his face growing warmer. "I-I'm not a virgin, I, um, I had sex with Malia, and some guy in the jungle," 

"Who?" Louis growls out, a sudden sense of jealousy washing over him. 

"Whoa, dude, it wasn't nothing serious, I got too drunk and things escalated- wait, are you jealous?" Stiles looks at him with a raised brow. 

"Malia, she's the werecoyote, correct?" Violet asks calmly, but one look at her and Stiles can tell she was anything but calm.

Stiles lets out an unexpected laugh, looking at the two immortals. "Oh my god, you two are jealous, this is comical," He snorts. 

Louis grumbles before he speeds to Stiles, pushes the male onto the ground, and lies on top of him. Stiles was taken aback at the sudden action and weight on top of him. "Louis, get off, you're heavy," 

"No, not until you tell me the guy's name," Louis grumbles, burying his head into Stiles' neck. 

Stiles sighs and just slumps. "Well, I guess we're staying here, because I can be just as stubborn," He shrugs. 

"Then, we're staying here," Louis hums against his neck, inhaling his scent. 

Stiles groans, he tries to push the vampire off him but it is proven difficult. He wasn't going to give up either, he's as stubborn as they come, so no he wasn't going to crack.

Suddenly, Stiles felt Louis tense on top of him before the male let out a growl. Then his weight was suddenly off of him. 

"Wow, you two are pretty quick with it," A voice spoke. 

Stiles snapped his head to the voice, seeing a man dressed in all black, just as pale as Louis and Violet and his eyes were red. He had long blonde hair and a grin was formed on his face. Just by looking at him, Stiles grew uneasy, he slowly got up which caused the man to look at him. 

Suddenly, Violet and Louis were in front of Stiles, blocking him from the man's sight. This causes the man to smirk, looking at the two vampires.

"It seems like dear Tansy and Ambrose found their mates, how cute," The man teases, tilting his head as he looks at them. 

"Leave us alone, or you'll regret it," Louis growls out, his eyes seeping into the crimson red he was familiar with. His body tensed and his senses were open, ready for anything. 

"Regret it? Did you forget who created you? Maybe it was a mistake, because look at the two of you, wanting to save the world, you two changed," The man continued to speak, his eyes trailing to Stiles, who was looking over their shoulder. "Funny, is this the mortal who is supposed to be the prophecy?" 

Stiles tensed as Violet and Louis growled out, stepping closer to Stiles. Everything was confusing, Is this the person who they were supposed to fight? Or is he taking everything out of the wack?

The man chuckles, shaking his head. "You know, I always found it funny that a human was supposed to defeat me, how can a mere mortal defeat someone faster than them? Smarter? Stronger? It's all comical if you ask me. Oh! Also, did you guys like the little demons I sent? It was my idea, no need to applause," 

"It was you," Stiles looks at him with wide eyes and the male looks at him with a grin.

"Yep, forced a witch to summon them before I drank her dry, witch blood is quite good, you should try it one day," He hums.

"Lichen, leave, I won't ask again," Violet growls. 

The man, Lichen, looks at the girl with a grin. "Really? So hostile, after everything I did for you?" It was sudden, one moment he was in front of them, and the next he had Stiles by the neck. "See, it's so easy to kill this human, and to think he's the prophecy," 

Stiles scoffs, causing Lichen to look at him. What catches the vampire by surprise is the smile on Stiles' face. "Seems like you underestimate how smart I am," Stiles says, suddenly Lichen felt a pain in his stomach. 

He lets go of Stiles and stumbles, which causes Violet and Louis to run to the human's side. 

"Vervain," Lichen grits out, taking the piece of wood out of his side, and throwing the wood to the side. He looks up at the three and glares at them. 

"What? Angry that a mere human stabbed you?" Stiles grins, his head tilting to the side. 

Lichen growls, wincing as the vervain starts to spread. He growls once more before speeding away. 

Stiles lets out a sigh and leans against Louis. "That was fucking terrifying," He huffs. 

"You did good, but next time, rip that bastard's arm off," Louis says, wrapping his arm around Stiles' shoulder. 

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Stiles suddenly stops as he steps onto his front porch, his eyes looking at the wooden door as this sense of unease washed over him. He slowly dug into his pocket and grabbed his keys. 

Unlocking the door, he walks in and flips on the light. "Dad?" He calls out, slowly stepping into the house. 

"In the kitchen," Noah calls out. 

Stiles makes his way into the kitchen but relaxes some when sees that Derek and Scott are there with his dad. He much rather see them than Lichen. 

"What are you two doing here?" Stiles asks, walking more into the kitchen. 

"We were telling your dad what you were hiding from us," Scott grits out, glaring at the human. 

Stiles turns to him, confused. "What was I hiding from you?"

"Stiles don't play dumb, I already told them," Derek shakes his head. 

"Told them what exactly? I'm lost," Stiles plays dumb. 

"That you knew the damn vampires that are killing innocent people!" Scott yells, slamming his hands onto the table. 

"Vampires? Why would I know vampires?" Stiles looks at them with wide eyes. "But I thought the victims weren't killed by vampires?" 

"They were!" Scott yells. "Their blood was drained!" 

"But there weren't fang punctures," Stiles looks at him. "Look I get it, I haven't been to pack night or meetings in a while, but don't lie to my dad just because you're jealous that I'm hanging out with other people,"

"Bullshit!" Derek yells, finally losing his patience. "You know that they're vampires, you saw them fighting, you even fought, which you didn't know how to do unless you're a-"

"There's no way you're suggesting that I'm a vampire," Stiles cuts Derek off with a laugh. "Let's use our brains, obviously you can smell my scent, and hear my heartbeat, last time I checked, vampires are dead and smell differently. Are you sure you're okay, Derek? That day in the woods, you hit your head pretty hard," 

Derek clenches his jaw. "This is unbelievable, this isn't you, Stiles, you've changed," 

"Eh, not my problem you're trying to make my dad against me, you can take your jealousy somewhere else, but not in this house," He turns around and heads for the stairs. 

Chapter 15

Whiskey eyes looked up at the ceiling above, the moonlight shining in from the window. Stiles lay on his bed, it was around eight at night and he had nothing to do. He'll admit, he felt weird not having Violet or Louis with him. 

They have been together for a while now, just trying to get a sense of this whole prophecy thing and train Stiles, which they haven't done much. They only really trained his super strength, but he had got the hang of it pretty quickly. 

Stiles was also thinking about the whole Lichen accident yesterday, is he the one they're supposed to defeat? Does he have more like him? Will it be easy? Will there be deaths? 

Stiles shook his head, he didn't want to think like that. It wasn't happening now. He just hoped Violet and Louis were okay, they had gone to look for Lichen, but it had been a whole day and they hadn't contacted him or appeared in his room. 

His attention was then brought to his room door when a knock sounded. "Come in," He calls out, looking at his dad who walks into his room with a paper bag in his hand. 

"I brought some curly fries," Noah smiles slightly, waving the bag in his hand. 

Stiles smiled gratefully, now realizing how hungry he was. He sat up and took the bag from his father. As he ate the food, he looked at his dad with a raised brow as the older male sat down on the edge of the bed. 

"Dad?" Stiles says after he swallows the food in his mouth. 

"Okay, I'm going to be honest with you, son. I'm worried about you," Noah looks at his son with a concerned look. 

"Ah, that's why you got me curly fries," Stiles hums out, still eating the food. "There's nothing to be worried about, Dad, I'm fine," He reassures Noah when he sees the look on the man's face.

"Are you? I haven't seen you all day, son. You haven't been hanging with the pack, and you're barely going to school. I'm worried, Stiles. You know I'm not strict with you, but if anything is going on, you need to tell me," Noah sighs out, pleading with his son. 

Stiles sighs. "Okay, but promise me you won't freak out," 

"Oh god, is it that bad?" Noah asks. 

"Promise me, Dad," Stiles looks at him seriously. 

"Fine, yeah, I promise," Noah agrees. 

"To sum it up, I'm a mate to two vampires, and we're a part of this prophecy, we're supposed to stop this vampire coven, I don't know all the details, we're working on that part," Stiles looks up at his dad, but Noah had a hand over his heart. "Dad?" 

"Shh, I need time to think, because I swear you just told me you were a mate to two vampires," Noah shakes his head, he looks to his son but the male is looking down at the now empty bag of curly fries. "Are they, um, are they the ones who are killing these people?"

Stiles winces before he nods. 

"Jesus Stiles," Noah sighs. 

"It's not like that, Dad," Stiles starts to defend. "They haven't killed anyone else, they're actually nice people," 

"They killed people, Stiles, innocent people," Noah shakes his head. 

"So did I!" Stiles suddenly exclaims, causing his dad to look at him with wide eyes. "I killed innocent people too, Dad. Peter killed innocent people, everyone is not perfect, I know that. But Violet and Louis, they were there for me, Dad, when the pack wasn't. They stopped, they stopped me from self-harming, I'm there mate and I like them, god, I really, really like them. So please, can you understand for once," 

Noah looks at his son with a pained expression. "You self-harmed?" 

Stiles drops his head in shame, he didn't mean to bring that up. "Y-yeah, it was an escape, but I stopped, I swear. It was thanks to Violet and Louis," 

Noah didn't say anything as he brought his son into a hug. "You didn't kill those people, Stiles, it was the Nogitsune" 

"I know, but I still felt their pain, I felt Allison's pain, a-and, and I enjoyed it, Dad, I enjoyed it, how can I be so sick," Stiles mutters into his dad's shoulder. 

"You're not sick," Noah tightens his hold on his son, but Stiles doesn't answer, and the two just stay there for a while. "Also, why did you mention Peter?" He finally asks after a few minutes of silence. 

Stiles pulls away from his dad, wiping his eyes as he looks up at the older male. "I know you're seeing Peter," He chuckles when Noah looks at him with wide eyes. 

"How-" 

"I'm the sheriff's son, I tend to pick up some things," Stiles looks at him with a raised brow, grinning Noah looks away from him with a tint of blush on his face. "So, how did it start?" 

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Stiles stood in front of the loft's door, the pack wanted to see him, and he had a gut feeling about what they wanted to tell him. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed ahold of the handle and opened the door before he stepped in.

All the attention in the room was focused on him. Everyone knew that Stiles knew why they wanted him here, his scent gave it all away. 

"So, whose idea was it? To kick me out?" Stiles asks, looking around the pack. 

"It was a group vote, Stiles," Derek decides to speak, feeling like he had to take the lead. 

Stiles nods, pursing his lips. "So, can I get a reason? Or should I just turn around and leave?" 

"You're protecting the threat, Stiles. It's dangerous to the pack, to everyone," Derek answered. 

"Hm, I guess," Stiles shrugs, turning around, and walking to the door. 

"Why?" Scott suddenly speaks up, watching Stiles stop walking. "Tell us why? Why are you so hellbent on siding with them? With murderers?" 

Stiles turns around to the werewolf, his expression blank but his scent is sour. "Because why not? You tend to misunderstand things, I mean look, you kicked me out of the pack, but hey, better for me, I don't need to worry about any of you anymore," He turns around again and heads to the door. 

"Stiles," Derek tries. 

"Save it, Derek. You all made your points clear, I'm out of here," He says, leaving the loft and slamming the door shut.

Chapter 16

Louis held someone by their chest, pushing them against a wall as he fed. His fangs broke the skin and he was drinking their blood in no time. The person cries out, trying to push Louis off, but they don't have anything against vampire strength. 

Louis lets out a growl as he continues to drink, before he pulls back with an annoyed huff, letting the still-alive human fall to the ground in heaps of tears. 

"What the hell?" Violet grits out, holding the person she was feeding on against a wall as she looks at Louis who starts to pace. "Louis, you need to feed," 

"I can't," He shakes his head, looking at the human who was looking up at him in fear. He speeds forward and grabs the person by the head before he snaps his neck, letting the limp body fall to the ground. "His blood, I don't like it," 

"What?" Violet asks, shoving the person she had harder against the wall as they try to escape. "What are you talking about?" 

"His blood, it doesn't taste good, it's nasty!" Louis exclaims. "I need Stiles' blood, his is better. My body craves it, it tingles with want," He says as he starts to pace. "It's like an addiction," 

Violet sighed and rolled her eyes, her hand coming to the person's neck and snapping it, letting the body fall to the floor as she turned to Louis. "This is why you shouldn't have gotten used to it," 

"Well you can't blame me, and I don't feel sorry either, Stiles' blood is good, he's our singer, I'm surprised you haven't drunk his blood yet," Louis rolls his eyes. "

"Maybe because I don't want to drain him, like you nearly did the first time you drank from him," Violet huffs out. 

"Whatever, can we just go to him? I'm starving," Louis says turning around and speeding away, not giving Violet time to answer. 

Violet rolls her eyes before she speeds after the male. 

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A sigh falls from Stiles' lips as he gets out of the shower. It has been a week since he has heard from Violet and Louis, and he's been worried nonstop, were they okay? Are they hurt? Did Lichen get to them? 

So many questions, yet none of them were being answered. As he walks into his room, he locks the door and heads to his dresser. 

"Behind you," 

Stiles jumps and spins around with a shout, his eyes widening when he sees two figures in his room. 

"Heh, you scream like a girl," Louis chuckles out, grinning at Stiles. 

"Seriously!" Stiles exclaims, not caring that he was just in a towel at the moment. "Where the hell were you guys?! For a whole week, I haven't heard a word from any of you!" 

The two drop their heads, clearly hearing the concern in Stiles' voice. 

"We were looking for Lichen, but he was gone," Violet answers, looking up at the male, only for her eyes to fall to his bare chest. She noticed the abs on the male's body and slight chest hair, but what got her attention was the scars littered across his torso. 

Without a thought, she sped towards the male and Stiles jumped when he felt a cold hand on his chest. He looked down at the girl, but her green eyes were focused on a scar on his chest. 

"Who did this to you?" She asks, her tone was sharp. 

"D-don't worry about it, he's dead now," Stiles stutters out, his body tensing as Violet grazed her hand against his chest to the scar on his shoulder. 

"You're littered with scars, Stiles," Violet spoke as if the mere fact made her sick to her stomach. 

"V-violet," Stiles grits, trying to control his body. It felt like Violet was doing this on purpose as her hand moved down to the scars on his stomach. Her finger grazed over his abs, they weren't as defined or too noticeable, but they were still there. 

"Yes?" Violet looked up at him, her eyes wide and holding innocence, she knew what she was doing. "Let us make it up to you, for making you worry," 

"W-what?" Stiles choked out, his breath hitching as Violet's hand slid down to his front and his body jolted as she leaned up. 

Her lips ghosted over Stiles' ear, the sound of the human's heartbeat loud in her ears. "You know you like it, your body says it all," She whispers before she softly bites down his ear. 

"Violet," Stiles breathes , her hand squeezing his growing member. 

Violet grins, moving her head down to Stiles' neck. "What, all you have to do is say stop, and I'll pull away, it's all up to you," She spoke, her hand sliding from Stiles' bulge to his stomach as she kissed at his neck. 

Stiles looked to Louis, was seemed frozen in his spot as he looked at them with dark eyes. Stiles lets out a shaky breath at the intense stare, as if the vampire was waiting for his word. "I-I, want it," He groans out. 

Stiles was suddenly hit with a gust of wind as he felt someone on his other side before cold lips started to kiss his neck. 

"Your scent, it's driving me insane," Louis rasps out, placing kisses and licks on the mole-covered neck, which was a little more feral than Violet's. 

Stiles couldn't think straight, it was as if his brain turned into mush as the two vampires kissed his neck. He was overwhelmed and they weren't doing anything too much. 

Violet pulls away and looks at the two males as she shakes her head. "Since it's two of you, I'm in charge," 

Stiles looked at her with wide eyes, the mere thought of Violet controlling him just making his bulge grow. 

"You'll enjoy it, she's hot when she's in charge," Louis whispers into his ear, taking everything in him to pull away from Stiles' neck. 

"O-okay," Stiels nods stiffly, looking at Violet as his face heats up. 

"Good, now, you two, on the bed," Violet says easily, turning around and making her way to the edge of the bed. 

Loius grins as he sped to the bed, eagerly sitting down. "Cutie, come on," He smirks at the male. 

"Won't I need to get dressed? I'm, I'm still in my towel," Stiles says, looking down at himself. 

"Nonsense, don't worry, you won't be wearing it soon anyways, now go sit," Violet orders. 

It felt like a switch as Stiles nodded and made his to his bed, sitting down beside Louis. The two look up at Violet, waiting for the girl's next command. 

However, the ravenette just grins as she drops to her knees in front of the two. She noticed the bulge under Stiles' towel and the growing bulge in Louis' pants. "Louis, shirt off, now," 

Louis nodded and easily took off his shirt, and Stiles' attention was drawn to the male's body. His eyes widened as he took in the male's physic. Louis preened under Stiles' gaze, and then he took in a gasp as Stiles' hand came up and gently rested on his chest, slowly moving down to his abs. 

Louis' head fell back as he enjoyed the warmth from Stiles' hand, god if he knew it felt this good to have the human touch him, he would've been taken off his shirt. 

Stiles bit his lip as he admired the male's body, he had seen countless men shirtless in his lifetime. But something about knowing that seeing Louis shirtless will only ever be for his eyes and Violet's, made him enjoy it more. 

"You just got even more hotter," Stiles breathes, hearing Louis chuckle deeply. 

"Hands off," Violet reaches up and slaps Stiles' hand off Louis. "Don't touch yourself nor each other, unless I say so," 

"But, Violet," Louis whines, lifting his head to look at the girl with a frown. 

"Keep on and I'll make you watch," Violet looks at him challenging, causing Louis to snap his mouth close. "Good, now, you two just relax," She hums out. 

Before Stiles could say anything, a shiver wrecked over his body as Violet dragged her nails from his chest to his hips and back up. She did that a couple of times, enjoying how the men shivered under her touch. 

She felt herself get wetter as they both leaned their heads back and her name slipped past both of their mouths. "Now, Louis, pants off," 

"You got it," 

"No talking," Violet looks at him. 

Louis nods and unbuttons his black jeans before he lifts his bottom half to pull off his pants and toe of his shoes at the same time. As his pants came off, he leaned forward to take off his sock and throw all the discarded clothes to the side. 

Violet hummed, her eyes alternating between Stiles' bulge to Louis'. She bit her lip, suppressing a moan as she felt her stomach twist. She already knew how big Louis was, but from Stiles' bulge, she just couldn't wait to see. 

With that, her hand hooked under Stiles' towel as she looked up at the male, a silent question. Stiles looked at her, biting his bottom lip before he stiffly nodded. Violet smiles as he unties the towel, letting it fall to the side. 

A grin formed on her face as she took in Stiles' size, his cock slapping against his stomach as it was free. 

"God, Stiles, you're huge," Louis groans out, his dark eyes darkening even more as he looked at his mate's cock. 

"Louis," Violet warns. 

"Right, sorry, shutting up," Louis nods, shutting his mouth. 

Violet's other hand came up and hooked under Louis' boxer briefs' slowly pulling them off as the male lifted his hips. His own cock bounced out, slapping against his stomach as it left a spot of precum. 

"Hmm," Violet lets out a human, her hands wrapping around both cock. 

"S-shit!" Stiles exclaims, the temperature of Violet's hand sending a shock through his body. He involuntarily bucked up into her hand, needing friction. 

"Eager? Good," Violet teases, pumping her fist and watching Stiles let out a low moan as he dropped his head back. She did the same to Louis and kept pace with both males. 

She wanted to just lean forward and take them into her mouth, to feel them on her tongue, but she didn't want to be the first place they'd be in. She slowly pulls her hands away and gets up, causing the two males to look at her. 

Stiles' eyes widened as Violet hooked her hands under her shirt and slowly took it off, she was giving them a show. She then started to take off her pants, shoes, and socks, leaving her in lace black underwear and a black bra. 

Her eyes looked up and locked with Stiles as she slowly took off her underwear, grinning as the male stared at her. His cock jolted as she finally took off her bra, her breast on full display. 

She walked closer to Stiles, stepping in between the male's legs, and Stiles didn't hesitate. His hands came up and cupped under each of her boobs, squeezing them as the girl bit her lip to suppress a moan. 

Something seemed to click in Stiles' head, his hands fell from the girl's breast and grabbed her hips, using his super strength to flip the two. 

The wind was knocked out of Violet as she crashed against the bed, her wide eyes looking up at Stiles. She shivered at the intense look coming from the human, but just as she was about to speak, a pair of lips was on hers. 

Stiles looks down at Louis kissing Violet, and the girl tries to fight it but she kisses back, with just as much eagerness. He felt a surge of something coarse through him, and he liked it. His hand came up and gently touched Violet's stomach, letting his finger draw lazy circles. 

Violet made a noise against Louis's lips before pulling away and letting the male kiss her neck. "Stiles, down, please," 

"What?" Stiles looks at her with wide eyes. 

"Get down, and do it, dammit," Violet says impatiently, one of her hands tangling into Louis' hair as she tugged at it, causing the male to suck harder on her neck. 

Stiles' eyes trail from Violet's breast down to her stomach, then her pussy. As if she felt eyes on her, Violet parted her legs and Stiles' heart skipped a bit. His eyes darkened with lust as his cock jolted. 

He moved back on the bed and leaned down, he first kissed the girl's collarbone, nipping at it before moving down. He planted soft kisses on Violet's left boob and continued moving down until he had her nipple in his mouth. 

He sucked on it, hearing the girl finally let out a moan. One hand came up to the other tit to play with it as his other hand grazed her leg, moving up her thigh. His finger came in contact with her pussy as it ran over the folds. 

He felt how wet she was, and heard how she moaned just by his touch. Even if her whole body was naturally cold, she was warm here. His index and thumb came up and pinched the vampire's clit. 

"Fuck!" Violet jolts, a shiver consuming her body just as Louis bit down on her neck. 

Stiles pulled away from her tit and looked up at her with a grin. "Maybe you do come undone easily," He teases before he moved to the part in between her boobs and started to move down, planting soft kisses. 

Violet's head fell back as a sigh left her lips, she also gave Louis more access to her neck as Stiles took time to kiss at her stomach. It was so sensual, the way his warm lips felt against her cold skin, how he gently did it as if he would break her. 

She just got wetter just imagining those lips on her, and just then she let out a scream as Stiles' head fell in between her legs and his lips kissed her folds. 

Stiles lets out a groan, the taste of the girl filling his mouth as his mouth opens and his tongue falls out. He pushed past the fold and savored the taste of Violet, his eyes felt shut as he started to eat the girl out. 

"S-Stiles," Violet moans. "L-Louis," She adds when the vampire moves to her tit and sucks on her nipple, his teeth nibbling at the erected bud. 

Stiles was lost in his world as he consumed Violet's liquids, as he sped up his pace. He moved up some and took the girl's clit in between his teeth, hearing the girl moan and feeling her legs shake. He moved back down, his tongue licking over the soaking folds. 

Both of Violet's hands tangled in Louis and Stiles' hair as her legs closed around him. She felt the familiar knot in her stomach and she jolted once more as Stiles slid two fingers inside her. 

He licked up her folds and pulled away, also pulling his fingers out, causing the girl's climax to suddenly stop. 

"W-what the hell!" Violet exclaims, looking at Stiles who moved out from her legs and looked at her with a dark expression. 

"I need you to cum around me," Stiles licked his fingers that were in Violet as his other hand grabbed the base of his dick and gave it a few strokes. He then slapped his tip against Violet's pussy before he slides it in. 

Violet groans, her head falling back as she bit her lip. Her hand tightened more on Louis' hair as Stiles started to fill her, and the other vampire simply groaned and pulled away as he enjoyed the pain. 

"F-fuck, Stiles, you're huge," Violet grits out, feeling the human finally bottoming out. 

Stiles leaned forward with a strained noise, he looked up at her and his hand came up to move the hair out of her face. "You're so beautiful," He mutters, causing Violet to look away. 

Stiles chuckles, his head turning to Louis who is looking at him with big dull black eyes. His hand moved from Violet's hair to cup Louis's chin and pull him closer, connecting their lips and sharing the taste of Violet with the vampire. 

Louis eagerly kissed Stiles back, breathing heavily as he enjoyed the taste of Violet mixing with their spit. Suddenly, Stiles was pulled away from Louis and was being flipped. 

"Don't forget who's in charge," Violet looked down at the human as she straddled him. She bit down on her lip as she felt Stiles get buried deeper into her. 

Stiles looks up at her with a grin, sweat on his face as it is red. "You're hot when you're bossy," He smiles dopily.

Violet scoffs, her hands coming down to grip Stiles' wrists and pin them over his head as she lifts herself and falls back down. Her head fell forward as she moaned, her hair falling in front of her face and over Stiles' face. 

Stiles bucked his hips, groaning when Violet squeezed around him. He then felt the bed shift and heard the intake of Violet's breath. 

"Louis, what are you doing?" She looked over her shoulder to see Louis behind her with a grin. "Don't you dare, I never had two in me before," 

Louis looks at her, mischief swimming in his eyes. He grabbed the base of his cock and brought the tip to the girl's dripping entrance. 

"Shit!" Violet exclaims, falling forward as Louis pushes inside her. It was sorta easy with how wet she was, but she was still being stretched more than she had ever been before. 

Her hands let go of Stiles' wrist as her head fell onto the male's shoulders. 

Stiles' hand came up and lifted the girl's head from his shoulder. Her green eyes fell open and locked with whiskey ones. Stiles' finger hooked under Violet's chin as his thumb rubbed over her bottom lip. 

"You're doing so good, taking the both of us," He speaks, surprising the girl. 

As Louis finally bottomed out, Violet's lips parted to let out a strained moan and it gave Stiles time to slip his thumb inside the girl's mouth. 

"Don't worry, Vi, we won't move until you tell us," He spoke, watching how the girl's mouth closed around his thumb, and it just caused his pupils to dilate more. 

Violet opens her eyes, looking down at Stiles. Her unbeating heart squeezed as she looked down at him. His whiskey eyes darted across her face, admiring all her flaws and perfections. If she could blush, she would have. 

Stiles was silent, he pulled his thumb from Violet's mouth and grazed her lips, smiling softly at her. 

Violet didn't think as she surged forward, crashing her lips against Stiles'. How did she win someone like him? She had Louis for years on end, and she thought he was enough. He showed her what love meant, what it felt to be cared for. Yet, here Stiles is, doing the same, how can she be so lucky? 

She slowly pulled away and let out a sigh. "Move, you two can move now," She breaths out. 

Louis grins as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, letting out a groan as he slides against Stiles, hearing the human groan also. 

"Ah," Violet gasps, her head falling forward as her legs shake. They were filling her up, more than she had ever been before. It hurt, but also felt good. She bit her lip as the two males matched each other's pace. "Faster," She sighs against Stiles' neck. 

Said male looks up at Louis, the vampire grinning down at him. His dark eyes were hooded, he was just staring down at him. He leans forward until their faces are mere inches away from each other. 

"You look so sexy like this, your face red as you rub against me inside Violet," Louis spoke, slowly picking up his pace as he looked down at Stiles' lips. "Next time, I need you to be inside me while I fuck Violet, I need to feel you," He flirts shamelessly. 

Stiles bit his lip, letting out a moan as he also picked up his pace. He looked from Louis' lips to his dark eyes that were slightly hiding behind dark blonde curls. 

He surged forward, connecting their lips and officially trapping Violet in between them as they matched their pace once again, but this time it was faster. 

Violet was overwhelmed, all of this was too much. The scent of Stiles, the scent of him mixing with hers and Louis'. The feeling of them sliding in and out of her, caused her legs to shake. She felt the knot form in her stomach. 

Louis pulls away and sits up, his hands grabbing onto Violet's hips as the girl sits up also and rests her hands on Stiles' pecs, grabbing them as she grows closer to her climax. 

Stiles felt Violet squeeze around him and Louis, so he sat up as his hands came up to play with Violet's tits as he leaned up and kissed the girl's neck. 

Louis lets one hand fall to the front of Violet, his finger coming up to her clit as he starts to circle it. 

"F-fuck! Shit, shit, shit," Violet chants, her hands tangling into Stiles' hair and tugging. "Dammit, I'm close, fuck!" 

Stiles' hand came up and grabbed the back of Violet's head and pulled it to his neck. "Feed on me, please, I need to feel you feeding on me, Louis already did," He breathly pleas, his heart slamming against his ribcage and sweat coating his body in a thick layer. 

Without hesitation, Violet's tongue came out and licked a strip of sweat up Stiles' neck, letting out a growl as her eyes slowly seeped to red. Her mouth parted as her hair fell to the side. She then surged forward, biting down on the mole-covered neck. 

Stiles roughly bit down on his lip, feeling Violet's fangs break through his skin. His eyes that fell shut opened when Louis grabbed his wrist. He looks up at the vampire, who grins and winks down at him as his eyes turn red before he surges forward.

"F-fuck," Stiles hisses, feeling the two vampires drinking from him. His nor Louis thrust relented on Violet, until the girl squeezed once more and let out a growl against Stiles' neck before she came around the two. 

That seemed to do it for the two males because Stiles' head fell back as his cock pulsed and Louis bit harder on Stiles' wrist as the two filled Violet.

Chapter 17

Stiles' hand drew lazy circles on Violet's bare stomach as Louis kissed his back. After having sex, they took a shower where Stiles gave Louis a blow job and ate out Violet again, and let's just say Louis felt like he was in heaven. 

The three were just lying in Stiles' bed now, it was somewhere around two in the morning, and they were just enjoying this peacefulness, knowing that it would end soon. 

"So, I was thinking," Stiles spoke into the quietness, letting out a sigh as Louis kissed up his neck before pulling away. 

Violet looks at Stiles, a small smile on her face. "About?" 

"Us," Stiles slowly sits up, turning to him. Violet sits up and pulls the covers over herself as Louis also sits up, the blanket over his waist. "Um, I was thinking, and I, uh, wanted to ask you two how you'll feel to be my boyfriend and girlfriend, or lovers, whatever, but I want to put a label on us," 

"Hey," Violet spoke, her hand resting on top of Stiles. She smiles when the human looks up at her. "We agreed to take this at your pace, so if you want to put a label on us, then we will, I don't have a problem with it," 

"Me too, I don't have a problem," Louis spoke eagerly a huge smile on his face. 

"I think we already knew that, with how obsessed you are with Stiles," Violet looks at him with a raised. 

"And is, I will not be denying that," Louis shrugs out shamelessly, causing Stiles to chuckle and shake his head. "So, you're my boyfriend now, does that mean I get more kisses?" He asks the male. 

Stiles nods with a laugh. "Yes, Louis, that means you get more kisses," 

"Awesome," Louis beams, causing the others to laugh and shake their heads. 

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The pack was all scattered around the table, it was lunch and they were just conversing about the threat and trying to form plans. No one mentions Stiles, because why would they? He isn't packed. 

"Uh, guys," Mason spoke, catching everyone's attention. They were all confused, but as they followed the male's gaze, their confusion was replaced with shock. 

There Stiles was, stepping out of his jeep, but then they saw them. The two vampires and their scent seemed to waft towards them. "Dammit," Scott growls. 

Stiles chuckles as Louis grabs his waist and pulls him towards his chest, kissing his neck. He leaned back against the vampire, tilting his head as the male shamelessly kissed and nibbled his neck. 

Suddenly, Louis tensed and growled just as Violet did the same. 

"Mutts, coming our way," Violet spoke, stepping closer to Stiles as Louis held a protective hold on his waist. 

Stiles looked up, noticing the pack making their way towards them. His whole demeanor seemed to change as they grew closer before stopping in front of them. Everyone smelt his scent turn sour as he just stared. 

"Sti-" 

"Yes? Do I know you guys?" Stiles asks, looking at them with furrowed brows. 

Scott narrows his eyes at the human. "Don't act dumb, what are you doing here?" 

"Uh," Stiles purses his lips, looking at Violet. "Do you know them? Why are they talking to us? Also, isn't this a school, or did they change it?" 

Violet shrugs. "I don't know, maybe they think they know us? I'm just as confused, we should get going, me and Louis have to sign ourselves in." 

Stiles pushes off Louis and slides his hand into Violet's as they start to walk, but suddenly a hand grabs his wrist. On instinct, he let go of Violet's hand and turned around to grab the hand that grabbed his wrist. 

Scott winced as Stiles' fingers wrapped around his wrist, he squeezed causing a crack to sound. "I don't know if you know this, but you don't touch people without their consent," Stiles spoke, looking up at the werewolf as he tightened his hold. 

"Ah!" Scott exclaims, letting go of Stiles as the human bends his arm, squeezing harder. 

"Now, let me tell you this, you and your pack of mutts better leave us alone, or Lydia will be sensing a lot of dying," Stiles sneers, pushing Scott back, causing him to stumble into Liam. 

Stiles sighs, he turns around and fixes his shirt before he sticks his hands out. "So, ready?" He looks at Violet and Louis with a smile.

The two nod as they grab ahold of the human's hand. "There's eyes on us," Louis says with a grin, looking around the yard. 

"Good," Stiles hums as he leads the two vampires towards the entrance of the school. 

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"Yo, Stilinski!" 

The conversation between Stiles, Louis, and Violet comes to an abrupt stop as they turn around. The two vampires looked at the person with confusion. 

"Greenberg? Need something from me?" Stiles raises a brow, seeing the rest of the lacrosse team behind said male. 

"Where have you been, man? Coach has been giving McCall and Dunbar shit for you not being at practice," He says, eyeing Violet and Louis who was standing behind Stiles and looking at the group with unreadable eyes. 

"Listen, it's not my problem with what coach does to them, nor do I owe any of you an explanation," Stiles says blankly, looking at Greenberg and the other teammates boredly. 

"Whoa, dude, we were just wondering is all, no need to be rude," Pierce, another teammate speaks up. 

"Well wonder to someone else, don't cry to me because the team sucks," Stiles shrugs. 

"As if you were any better," Greenberg scoffs. 

"Never said I was, now did I?" Stiles raises a brow.

"What, you hang out with two emos and think you're some big shot now?" Henry, also a teammate snorts, 

Louis looks down at himself with a frown. "Emo?" He questions. 

"Is there an echo in here? Because I'm pretty sure I said that already," Henry chuckles out, causing the team to snicker. 

Violet was in front of the male in a matter of seconds. Henry looked down at her, confused. "Say it again, call us emo again," 

Henry scoffs, looking down at the girl with a smug look. "E-" 

Violet's knee came up and kneed Hanry in the stomach, causing the male to fall to his knee in a cry of surprise. "Sorry, I didn't hear you up there, mind saying it again?" Violet looked down at him. 

Stiles steps up, narrowing his eyes to Greenberg. "Move and I'll make sure you can't play lacrosse again," 

Greenberg looks down at him, stepping closer. "Is that a threat?" 

"It's an invitation," Stiles states. 

Greenberg scoffs, looking away from the shorter male and then looking back at him. "Listen, Stilinski, I don't know when you had the balls to talk all hot, but remember that you were nothing, still nothing," 

Stiles clenched his jaw, and before anyone could react. Greenberg was down on his knees as Stiles held the male by his hair. "Look at you, on your knees like a servant," Stiles spoke calmly, making Greenberg look up at him. 

"Stiles!" 

Stiles rolls his eyes, letting go of Greenberg as he turns around to see Scott making his way towards him. But before he can even get close, a hand comes up and connects with his jaw, sending him to the ground. 

"I'm getting really tired seeing you everywhere I turn," Louis grits out, looking at the werewolf on the floor.

Chapter 18

Stiles stumbled back as he let out a groan, narrowing his eyes at Violet who looked at him boredly. 

"You're pulling your punches, you can't do that," Violet spoke, speeding towards Stiles. 

Stiles' arm came up and he blocked the hit from the girl, moving back to get some distance. "I don't want to hurt you," He spoke, dodging the vampire's attacks. 

"I'll heal, so stop it, because Lichen and his coven won't care who you are, you need to fight," Violet continued to speak as she threw attacks at Stiles. "You have good reflexes, now use your strength," 

Stiles kept on blocking the vampire's attacks, it was easy since he had fast reflexes, but he also was running out of breath. 

"You're breathing too hard, you also need to control it, you're human, remember," She suddenly stops attacking. 

Stiles was confused until she saw her eyes move behind him. Without a thought, he spins around and grabs Louis by the arm, flipping him onto his back and straddling him. 

"Not the face, I'm too beautiful!" Louis exclaims, putting an arm over his face as Stiles raises a fist to attack. 

Stiles huffs, dropping his hand as he looks down at the vampire who slowly looks up at him. 

Louis' hands fell to Stiles' hips as he looked up at the human with a smirk. "You look nice on top of me," 

Stiles scoffs and rolls his eyes as he gets off the vampire, helping him up before he turns to Violet. "Why are we even training? I can fight good enough," 

"Well, it's not enough, Lichen doesn't have mercy, nor does his coven," Violet looks at him. 

Stiles sighs, walking to the vampire and raising his hand. He rests his hand on the side of the girl's face, smiling when she looks up at him. "It's going to be okay, Vi, we'll train if it makes you feel better, but you have to remember that I'm human, I need rest, my love," 

Violet looks at him with wide eyes, raising a brow at the nickname. "My love? Since when did I get a pet name?" 

Stiles smiles shyly. "Since today, do you like it?" 

"I don't hate it," Violet shrugs, leaning into Stiles' warm hand. 

"Good," Stiles smiles, leaning in to peck her lips. 

"Ooo, do I get a pet name?" Louis asks, speeding to them. 

"Yeah," Stiles looks at him with a huge smile. "It's idiot," He chuckles when Louis' smile drops.

"That's mean," Louis pouts, looking at Stiles with big doe eyes. 

Stiles laughs, turning to the male and grabbing him by the arm to pull him closer. Louis grabs his hips as he looks down at Stiles with a pout. 

"I'm just kidding, how does Myszko sound?" Stiles looks up at him with a smile. 

"What does it mean?" Louis tilts his head. 

"My little mouse," Stiles hums, leaning up to kiss the vampire. "It's polish," 

"You're Polish?" Violet asks. 

"Mhm," Stiles nods, pulling away from Louis who beams down at him. "Before my mom passed, she taught me a few things, I'm not fluent, but I know a handful of words," 

"That just made you hotter," Louis whispers, kissing Stiles' neck. 

"Eh, I believe you two talking with your accents are hotter," Stiles hums. 

"Really, darling ~" Louis nibbles his ear lobe before pulling away, his accent seeping into his voice. 

"Mhm, yes, yes, really hot," Stiles nods his head frantically, leaning against Louis' chest. 

Said male chuckles as he wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist, resting his face inside Stiles' hair. Stiles then looks at Violet and opens his arms with a grin. 

Violet rolls her eyes, but she still goes to Stiles and falls into his chest as she feels the human wraps his arms around her waist. "Don't expect me to use my accent, I don't like it," 

"Whatever makes you comfortable, my love," Stiles murmurs, kissing the top of her head. 

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Stiles walks into the house, he looks behind him to see Violet and Louis standing, and he steps to the side to let them in. Letting out a sigh as he pockets his keys. "Dad?" 

A few moments later Noah appeared from the living room, stopping in his tracks as he looked at the people behind Stiles with a confused look. He raises a brow and looks at his son. 

"Dad, this is Violet and Louis, guys, this is my dad, Noah," Stiles introduces sheepishly, waving his hand between the three. 

Noah slowly made his way to his son, his eyes still locked on Violet and Louis. "Uh, are these the... vampires?" 

"No, they're the mermaids," Stiles looks at his dad with a look, causing Noah to just look at him unamused. "Yes, they're the vampires," 

Noah nods slowly, sticking his hand out. "Uh, nice to meet you," 

Violet just looks at the hand, before she reaches forward and gives a lazy shake, dropping her hand to the side. Louis on the other hand, eagerly took the hand in his and shook it with a little too much excitement. 

"Nice to finally meet you Mr. Stilisnski," Louis smiles, dropping his hand. 

"Um," Noah looks to Stiles. 

"We're going to be in my room if you need us," Stiles grabs both Violet's and Louis' wrists, pulling him towards the stairs. 

"Leave the door open!" Noah calls out. 

"Not going to happen, Dad!" Stiles calls back, causing Noah to just sigh before he heads back to the living room.

As Stiles closes the door, he turns around only to feel strong arms around his waist. "Louis, why are you hugging me?" Stiles asks, letting the vampire pull him to the bed and falling down with him. 

As they lay there, Louis buries his head into Stiles' chest. "I just wanna hug my boyfriend," 

Stiles huffs and rolls his eyes, he then turns to Violet who took a seat on his desk chair. "So, about Lichen, how do we defeat him?" Stiles asks. 

Violet seemed to get angry just at the mere mention of the man. 

"You know, I never asked, what is your history him? Both of you?" Stiles asks, looking at Louis when he tightens his hold on Stiles. 

"Nothing," Violet tries to dismiss, but Stiles sees through it. 

"It doesn't seem like anything, Vi," Stiles looks at her. 

"It's nothing, so drop the subject," Violet gives him a look. 

They stare at each other for a little, then Stiles sighs and nods. "Fine, back to the first subject, how do we defeat him?" 

For the rest of the night, as the three discussed a way to take down Lichen. The two vampires noticed the mood change in Stiles. He was more sharp with his answers and short. He also pulled away from Louis, sitting on the floor. 

"Right, so we continue this tomorrow," Stiles says getting up and heading to his room door. "I'm going to take a shower, you can stay if you want, I don't really care," 

As the human left the room, Louis looked at Violet with a frown. "Why didn't you want to tell him?" 

"Because he doesn't need to know," Violet says. 

"But he does, Violet, he's our mate, our boyfriend, he deserves to know what Lichen did to you, to us," Louis tries to reason. 

"I'm not having this conversation, I'm leaving, you can stay or whatever," Violet heads to the window and opens it. 

"Violet, come on, don't leave," Louis tries, but the girl ignores him climbs out the window, and jumps off the roof. "Shit," He cruses, he looks at the window and then at the room door, before he speeds out the window and follows after Violet. 

When Stiles got out of the shower, he walked into his room and instantly noticed the window open and the room empty. With a sigh, he makes his way to the window and closes it, turning around and heading to his dresser. 

Stiles knew it wasn't right to act like this, it was okay for Violet to keep some things. But he expected her to open up to him, they were dating, but yet it was just recently. Maybe Violet didn't trust him enough, or maybe she just simply didn't feel comfortable with telling him. 

Whatever it was, Stiles shouldn't have acted like that. 

As he lay in bed, he was facing the wall as he just thought. Did he make Violet and Louis mad at him? Did he overreact? 

Chapter 19

Violet woke up to a finger rubbing circles on her stomach. As her eyes fell open, they fell onto Louis who smiled at her with a small smile. She lets out a sigh as she sits up, pushing Louis' hand off her. 

Louis sighs as he sits up, a hand running through his hair. "Vi, come on, why are you still mad at me?" He asks, but the girl ignores him and gets up, going to her bag to get her outfit for the day. 

Louis sighs in aggravation, getting up as a hand rubs over his face. "Fine, whatever, you're in a bad mood for no reason," 

Violet scoffs, pulling on her shirt before she turns around. "For no reason? Yeah because you trying to force me to talk to Stiles for a whole week is no reason," 

"Because he needs to know, Vi, he's our boyfriend for fucks sake," Louis looks at her. 

"No he doesn't, it's none of his business, we need to worry about Lichen," Violet shakes her head. 

"Yes it is his business, he's our mate, and we need him to defeat Lichen anyways, so why are you acting like this?" Louis huffs out. 

Violet spins around, her eyes turning red as anger consumes her. "Because what that bastard did to me isn't something to talk about!" 

"It happened to me too, Violet!" Louis yells back, taking a step forward as he too grows angry. "The shit you went through, I went through also! But it doesn't mean we don't have to tell Stiles! He is our fucking boyfriend, our mate, Violet. Out of everyone in this fucked up world, he deserves to know!" 

"For what?! So he can look at me like some type of freak? So he can see me differently? What are you not getting?!" Violet screams, her hair moving widely as she shakes her head. "You know what, I'm not in the mood for this, I'm leaving," 

"Yeah, run away like always, you have a track record for that," Louis scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

"Fuck you, Louis!" Violet yells before speeding away. 

"Fuck!" Louis screams, spinning around and kicking a chair, watching it break into pieces. He lets out a growl before he speeds out of the church. 

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A guy around his twenties was running through the woods, fear filling his body as he heard the footsteps behind him. It felt like he was in a dream, his feet were moving, but he didn't feel like he was running fast enough. 

The wind somehow was still, making everything more silent than it should be. It was so cold that the sweat on his body felt like ice, his heart pounded in his ear as he heard a growl. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his neck, and he was slammed onto the leave-covered ground, and the wind was knocked out of his lungs. 

He looked up, only to be met with red eyes, eyes that he knew would be the last thing he sees. "P-please, d-don't," 

The person, no, the thing looked down at him. Its black long hair fell over its face, and its lips curled in a snarl as its fangs showed. The hand around his neck tightened, causing him to yell out in pain. 

Then he felt it, the excruciating pain shooting through his body as the thing's fangs dug into his neck and started to drink his blood. He thrashed and screamed, clawing at the monster, but all the wounds he made... simply stitched together. 

The more the thing drank, the weaker he felt. The black hair was in his face, his arms sagging to the floor as his screams turned into whimpers of plea. He felt his heart slowly stop, his eyes became heavy and his brain started to slowly shut down. 

As the man's eyes finally closed, his heart took its last beat and one last breath fell past his lips before he was dead. 

The monster pulled away, its tongue coming out to lick the blood off its lip as it stood up. Its red eyes slowly turned to green as it adjusted the necklace around its neck before turning around and speeding away. 

The fang marks on the man's dead body slowly healed, leaving a few drops of blood in the wake.  

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A girl giggled as she stumbled into a garbage can, laughing and apologizing to the object she bumped into before steadying herself and making her way to the alleyway that leads to her house on the other side. 

Stepping into the dark alleyway, her intoxicated mind simply didn't give off any warnings. Not even when she felt eyes on her. 

She kept on walking, a hand running through her blonde hair to get it out of her face. Just as she grew close to the exit of the alleyway, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

With the sudden action, she lets out a giggle. But she grew confused when she looked up to see red eyes behind a few locks of curly hair. 

A growl reached her ears, but it just sounded like static, as she felt something poke her neck, that's when she started to get sober. Then she felt a hand grip her arm, pinning her to the wall as she felt her neck throb. 

"H-Hey get off me," She tried to push the person of her, but in return a hand grabbed her head and before she could say anything, they were slamming it against the brick wall. 

The thing continued to drink the girl's blonde, letting out a growl as it stumbled back and watched the girl's now lifeless body fall to the floor. 

Its red eyes changed to black, its hand coming up to wipe the blood off its lip. They didn't do or say anything as they turned around and sped away. 

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Stiles walked into school, his head hung low as his mind was filled with thoughts. Thoughts about Violet and Louis. They haven't texted, called, or spoken to him for two weeks now. He felt like it was his fault, if he just hadn't brought up the Lichen history, maybe he would've woken up this morning in Louis' arms. 

He won't deny that he missed them, I mean they started dating and then all this happens. He knew they were mad at him, but for them to be this mad? It was suffocating. 

For the past fourteen days, Stiles just felt cold, felt lonely. His hand came up and rubbed against his arm, wincing as the new cuts stung by the action. He hated how easily he went back to cutting, they stopped talking to him, and there he goes, going back to being pathetic. 

Stiles couldn't even open his locker, seeing as large hands grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against his locker. His back ached at the rough action, but he didn't even react to it. He looked up, to see Derek glaring down at him. 

"Your little blood-sucking playthings killed two more people yesterday," Derek grits out. 

"They did?" Stiles asks monotonously, was it even worth reacting to it? That's how empty he felt, and it was all silly, to be honest. "Well, I can't help you, I haven't seen them in two weeks," 

That's when Derek finally smelt the emptiness coming from the younger male, he knew that smell anywhere, seeing as he smelt it on himself once before. 

Derek eased his hold on the human, his brows furrowing as he looked at Stiles. "What do you mean you haven't seen them?" 

Stiles shrugs, adjusting his shirt as Derek lets go of him and steps back. "I mean I haven't seen them, I'm not their guard dog, they do what they wanna do. They hate me, so why should I care? Also, why the hell do you care? You kicked me out the pack, so stay away from me," 

As the human goes to walk past the werewolf, Derek's hand comes up and grabs Stiles' arm. 

Stiles quickly turned around, and his hand came up and punched Derek in the chest, sending the male into a locker and denting it. 

"Don't touch me again, mutt, we're not friends, so stay the fuck away from me," Stiles grits, heading to the entrance of the school. "Fuck this,"

Chapter 20

It was the end of the school year when all the sophomores graduated and moved on to a new chapter of their lives. Yet, here is Stiles, curled up in his bed and hiding from the world. 

He didn't go to graduation, or any parties, not even senior prom, he simply just, isolated himself. It has been a month since everything, and Violet and Louis seemed to have been wiped off the face of the earth. 

Stiles still blamed himself, and it just made his self-harm even worse. Just last week, he almost passed out from blood loss. He hasn't been eating properly and everything just seemed boring to him. 

He knew what was happening, the feeling of rejection from his mates. He might be human, but he still felt the effects of being a mate to two vampires. He tried to look past it, try and get back to his old self, but everything he did just reminded him of two vampires. 

He wasn't going to do anything today, but his dad basically forced him out of bed and dragged him downstairs for breakfast. Stiles didn't even acknowledge Peter, who was cooking said breakfast. 

However, Peter did smell his scent and it had the werewolf dropping everything he was doing to turn around. He looked at Stiles, his eyes widening at the human. 

"Shit, kid, you look dead," Peter winces, watching Stiles take a seat at the table. Peter then looked at Noah, who looked like a wreck from trying to get his son out of whatever state he was in. 

Peter sighs and turns back around, quickly plating a plate of food. He makes his way to the table and slides the filled plate in front of Stiles. 

"I'm not hungry," Stiles stated simply, looking at the food. 

"Eat the food," Peter says sternly, but Stiles doesn't budge. The human then looked up at him and Peter's eyes glowed blue. "Eat the food, Stiles, or we'll stay here all day until that plate is empty," 

Stiles didn't say anything, just staring at Peter blankly. After some time, a sigh leaves Stiles' lips as he turns his attention to the plate. He slowly reached up and took a piece of bacon, slowly eating it. 

The human then looks back up at Peter, but the older male is still looking at him. "I'm not leaving until you finish eating, so don't fight with me, because you won't win," 

Noah felt relief wash over him as he saw Stiles start to eat. He felt bad for his son, he didn't know Violet or Louis all that well, but he knew that his son loved them. Granted Stiles never admitted it, but he still knew. Stilinski men tended to fall in love pretty easily, and when they did, it was hard. 

Noah sighs out, turning around and heading upstairs to get ready for work.

As he came back down, he noticed that Stiles' plate was almost done. He makes his way to Peter and leans in, pecking the werewolf on the cheek. 

"Ah ah, you missed," Peter says, pointing to his lips. 

Noah chuckles with an eye roll before he places a tender kiss on Peter's lips. They had established their relationship awhile ago, and they knew Stiles' didn't mind. It was an odd relationship, they'll admit. But they didn't mind, not one bit. 

"Much better," Peter hums, grinning at Noah. 

Noah looked at his son, who was staring blankly at the half-eaten plate while he chewed the food in his mouth. He smiled sadly, ruffling his son's hair before heading for the door. "I'll be back later," 

"Alright, text us if plans change," Peter calls out, winking at the male. 

As the front door closed, Stiles looked up at Peter who was looking down at him. "I'm not some kid, you don't have to stay here," 

"Really? Hm, let's see, how about no, now finish eating," Peter looks at him blankly. 

Stiles clenched his jaw and continued to eat, maybe he still hated Peter, because the old geezer can be insufferable at times. 

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Stiles looked down at the leaves, his feet dragging threw the different shades as he just walked. He didn't want to come outside, but Peter forced him to, so Stiles just wandered into the woods. 

He knew this was technically trespassing since he wasn't in the pack anymore, but did he care? No, he did not. 

He slowly looked up at the sky, looking at the light blue canvas painted with white clouds, they were all different shapes and sizes. Stiles slowly sat down on the ground, his whiskeys just looking up.

His stomach churned; the memories of him being out here with Violet and Louis. He felt his eyes sting with tears. God he missed the two, he wanted to hold them, to talk to them, to kiss them, he just wanted to be in their presence. 

They were something good for him, they were there when the pack wasn't. They made him realize that the pack didn't want anything to do with him, they brought him back to reality. They made it feel like the world was moving at his own pace, but it all came to an end because of one stupid question. 

His eyes squeezed shut as he took in a deep breath, the tears falling down his cheek and onto the ground. He hated this feeling, the loneliness, the want, the sadness, the emptiness, the anger, the pain, everything was just too overwhelming, he just wanted to shut it all off, but he couldn't. 

He couldn't just shut off his humanity, oh how does he wish to do that. 

"God, you're miserable," A voice spoke, causing Stiles to snap his eyes open. 

It was quick, he swiftly got up and turned to the voice. His eyes widen when he sees Lichen leaning against a tree. "It's you," Stiles grits, taking a step back as his eyes harden. 

"So it is, nice to see you, mortal," Lichen smiles at him, pushing off the tree and taking a step forward only for Stiles to take a step back. "No need to be afraid, I came here to offer you something," 

"As if I'll hear you out, I'm going to kill you," Stiles grits, his whiskey eyes glaring at the vampire in front of him. 

"Really?" Lichen raises a brow, looking around the preserve. "But I don't see your little mates with you? Trouble in paradise?" 

"Shut up," Stiles spits. "You don't know shit," 

"That's where you're wrong, mortal, what I do know is that Violet nor little ol Louis don't trust you enough to talk to you," Lichen smirks, taking another step forward. "I've been watching you, Stiles, for a whole month now, and they haven't come to see you since. You've been lonely, and the only way to drown out your sorrows was to cut yourself," 

Stiles didn't have time to react as a hand grabbed his wrist, flipping it. Stiles froze on the spot, the cold touch making his stomach churn with unease. 

Lichen looks down at Stiles' scar-covered arm, his thumb rubbing over the fresh cuts. "See, look what they did to you, no wonder you're mad," He spoke in an eerily soft tone, his nail dug into the fresh scar, causing Stiles to wince. 

His other hand came up and punched Lichen in the jaw, making the vampire stumble back. 

A chuckle slips from Lichen's mouth as he slowly looks up at the human. "Vampire strength, interesting," He says, raising his thumb to lick Stiles' blood off it. "Mm, wow, do you ever let your mates drink off you? Your blood is quite delicious," 

"As if I would let some blood addicts drink off me," Stiles sneers, his hand rubbing the blood off his arm. 

Lichen grins, his red eyes staring at Stiles. "You're feisty, you'll be a good vampire, perfect for my collection," 

"As if I'll join your group, you're a monster, a sick fool," Stiles insults, but Lichen just grins. 

"Who said you had a choice?" 

Before Stiles could say or do anything, he felt his head throb as blackness consumed his vision. Lichen watched the human fall to the ground and he just scoffs. 

"Mortals are all the same,"

Chapter 21

As Violet tied her hair into a ponytail, she walked into the church, a sigh falling past her lips. "Louis, are you here?" She looked around the place, but she grew uneasy just as she heard a noise. "Louis?" She makes her way more into the church. 

Her body tenses when she sees a figure emerge from one of the rooms, a figure she knows all too well.

"Hello, my dear Tansy," 

"Lichen," Violet growls out, she speeds forward, attacking the male but he speeds away from the girl. "Running are we? Come here so I can kill you," She growls out, spinning around to him. 

"But if you kill me, how will you find your dear ol human?" Lichen grins. 

Even though she was already dead, she felt her heart drop as her blood ran cold. "Stiles," She breathes. 

"Ah, so you didn't forget about him after all," Lichen chuckles, walking around the room. 

"What did you do to him?!" Violet growls out. 

"Me? I didn't do anything," Lichen spoke clamly before he winced. "Maybe I did knock him out and drink some of his blood, but it's not as bad as what you did to him, now is it," 

Violet tensed, her eyes seeping to red as she glared at Lichen. "Leave him alone, he has nothing to do with this," 

"Oh but he does," Lichen clicks his tongue. "You remember the prophecy, so don't act like he isn't relevant, so let's make a deal," 

"Bullshit! What makes you think I make a deal with you!" Violet yells out, glaring at him. 

"You will, or you dear human is going to die, simple really, you join my coven again and watch me turn Stiles into a vampire, or you join my coven and watch the life in his eyes dim," Lichen offers, looking down at his nails as he hums. "Oh, take your time on your answer, we have all the time in the world," 

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Louis lets out a groan, falling off the tree and onto his back. His blonde curls fell to the side as his black eyes stared up at the sky. He really missed Stiles, his touch, his stupid jokes, his sarcasm, and his lips. 

Louis groans again, rolling over onto his side. He just wanted to feel Stiles' lips on his, hold the human, steal his warmth as they cuddled. He wants to go see him, but he doesn't want to see the hate in Stiles' eyes. 

It's been a month since he hasn't seen Stiles or Violet, it was like they just broke apart. It ached him, not to be able to see his mates, it hurts really bad. He sighs once again before he sits up. 

But then a scent reached his nose, a scent that he missed. "Stiles?" He says, getting up and spinning around. He tenses and his eyes widen when he sees Lichen instead, holding one of Stiles' flannels. 

"Try again," Lichen smirks at him, looking down at the piece of clothing as he purses his lips. "Who knew that this mortal's scent was so strong that it would cover up mine," He looks back up at Louis. 

"What did you do to him," Louis growls, his hands itching to attack. 

"Now you care? But you haven't seen him in a month, you were avoiding him," Lichen shakes his head as he just grins. "What a shame, you and the other two could've defeated me if you were together, but you just left the mortal high and dry," 

"Shut up," Louis growls, speeding forward. He goes to attack Lichen, but the vampire dodges and speeds a little bit away from Louis. 

"You and Vi must care for the mortal if you are so quick to attack me," Lichen still spoke clamly. 

"Don't call her that," Louis sneers, his blood boiling the more Lichen talks. "What did you do to Stiles," 

"You don't have to worry," Lichen waves dismissively. "I haven't harmed him yet, I just came here to make a deal with you," 

"I'll pass, thank you," Louis grits. 

"Oh, but you haven't heard the deal yet," Lichen smirks with a head tilt. "You join my coven again and get front rows seats to see me turn your mortal plaything, or, you join my coven and watch him be drained," 

Louis' blood ran cold at the mere thought of seeing Stiles dying, and it being his fault.

"Don't worry. You can take your time. I don't have anywhere to be," Lichen hums out. 

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A groan falls past the human's lips as he stirs in bed, and his eyes slowly open as he sits up. Memories of what happened start to come back, and his heart picks up speed. His eyes darted around the room, trying to get a familiarity of everything, but nothing looked familiar. 

"Ah, you are finally awake," 

Stiles snapped his head to the voice, only to see someone he didn't know. The guy was a redhead as his eyes were a darker shade of red, and he was dressed in some Victorian kind of outfit. 

"Uh, you're dressed for the wrong era," Stiles spoke, but the man ignored him. 

"You need to get up, you have been unconscious for a week, and Lichen will want to see you," The guy spoke formally. 

"A week? How is that possible?" Stiles asks, but just like before, the vampire ignores him. 

"Do you need some privacy? Or are you ready?" The guy asked. 

"Uh," Stiles starts, looking down at his body to see a pair of shorts and a shirt. "Privacy, if you don't mind," He put on a fake smile.

"Very well, I will be on the other side of the door if you need me," The man spoke and stepped out of the room, closing the door with a soft click. 

Stiles was quick to shoot off the bed, his first priority was to get in something more appealing. So he ran to the dresser in the room and pulled open the drawers. He knew he didn't have enough time, so he quickly picked an outfit and got dressed. 

The next thing was to try and find a way out, so he ran to the window. He inspected it, seeing if anything was on it. When he deemed it safe, his hands hooked on the bottom of the window and as he pulled it open, his heart dropped seeing nothing but a cement wall. 

"Shit," He whispers, he looks down at his hand and suddenly breaks into a grin. His hand forms into a fist, but just as he pulls it back and gets ready, the door opens. 

He quickly drops his hand and spins around. "Hey man, I could've still been changing," He looks at the vampire. 

"You were taking long, my apologies," The guy spoke, looking Stiles up and down. "I am guessing you are done, shall we go?" He turns around and heads out the door. 

Stiles looked back at the window and then to the dresser. Without a thought, he quickly rushes to it and pulls off the wooden handle with ease before rushing after the vampire. 

Chapter 22

Stiles was sitting on a chair, he looked around the room he was in, it looked like a diner room, a very Victorian yet modern-looking diner room, then he noticed all the shadowy figures, they all seemed to be looking at him. 

It all felt like deja vu, this, all of this, he had dreamt about it. All the shadowy figures were other vampires, and Lichen sat at the head of the table. So Violet was right, this was a vision. 

"So, Stiles, I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I wanted to apologize," 

"No you don't," Stiles cuts the male off, glaring at him. "You and all your bloodsuckers don't feel sorry, you're all murderers,"

Lichen sighs, leaning forward on his seat. "Being a hypocrite doesn't look good on you, Stiles," He tsks with a head shake.

Stiles just rolls his eyes, not answering. He looked around the table, his hand slowly making its way to his pocket. 

Lichen hums, taking a sip from his glass cup filled with blood as he looks up at Stiles. "Say Stiles, what would think about Violet and Louis joining my coven?" 

Stiles scoffs, glaring at the male. "They'll never join your coven," He sneers. 

Lichen just grins, his head slightly tilting. His hand comes up and he snaps his fingers. 

Stiles felt his world come crumbling down as he watched Violet and Louis walk into the room, their heads hung low as they stared at the ground. They were in the same attire as everyone else, Violet's hair was in a ponytail while Louis' hair was slicked back. 

"No," Stiles breathes, this wasn't them, that's not how they dress. Violet didn't like her hair in ponytails, and Louis never wanted to mess up his curls. "No," He says again. 

"What's the matter, Stiles? Don't like what you see?" Lichen says with a grin. 

"Violet! Louis!" Stiles shoots up from his hair, but a vampire grabs his shoulder. His hand quickly pulled out the wooden handle in his pocket and turned around, stabbing the vampire in his chest. 

He didn't wait as he jumped onto the table, running to Violet and Louis. "Guys!" As he got in front of them, they didn't even look up at him, as if they didn't hear him. "Hey, please answer me," He pleas, tears stinging his eyes. 

Suddenly he felt a hand on his ankle and he was being pulled down, turning around he saw another vampire glaring at him. Stiles' leg came up and kicked the person in the head, watching it fall off with ease. 

He got up and turned to Lichen, tears falling down his face as he ran towards him. "You bastard!" 

Lichen just grins, and in one swift motion, the vampire had Stiles flat on the table. His finger was on the human's throat. "Move again and I'll slit your throat," 

Stiles glares up at him, his eyes filled with anger and tears. "What did you do to them? What did you do?!" 

Lichen just chuckles. "Nothing, all they did was join my coven, seems like they didn't care about you anymore," 

Stiles' heart sank, his head shaking. "You're lying, I won't believe you," 

"If you say so, I mean just look at them, they're not even looking at you. Also, don't forget that they ghosted you for a whole month," Lichen spoke, watching Stiles turn his head to look at the two vampires. "Now, since you killed two of my vampires, it's time for you to go back to your room," 

Stiles felt two pairs of hands grab his shoulder and he was being pulled off the table. "Get off me!" He struggled, but he couldn't get out of their hold. He then looks up to see that Violet and Louis are finally looking at him, but their eyes are red and emotionless. "You two are pathetic! Weak! I thought you were different! But you are just like everyone else in my life! Fuck you!" He yells in a fit of rage. 

As he was pulled out of the room, Lichen whistled out. "Wow, I forgot how dramatic humans can be,"

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"Fuck!" Stiles yells as the vampire closes his door. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He turns to the dresser and kicks it, watching it crumble to pieces. Everything he did, all the stuff Violet and Louis said to him, just for this to happen. 

His hand came up and punched the mirror in his room. "Fuck!" He yells again, spinning around and leaning against the wall. His hand came up and rubbed over his face as he took in shaky breaths. "You're such an idiot, Stiles. So fucking stupid to think you had people, to think that someone cared," 

He scoffs, his eyes open and he looks at the cement wall at the window. Without a thought, he rushes to it. Looking down at his hand, he turns it into a fist before he looks back up. He doesn't hesitate to punch it, using his strength. 

But it barely made a dent, he grounded his teeth together as he pulled back and punched it again. He kept on, not stopping, not even when his knuckles started to bleed or when his hand started to hurt. All the anger, all the hate, the sadness, everything just overwhelmed him as he continued to punch. 

Tears streamed down his face, his heart beating loudly in his head as he just took his anger out on the wall. 

"Fuck!" He delivers one more blow to the wall and falls to his knees, shaky sobs falling past his lips. "Dammit, why me, why don't everything happen to me," His body shook as he cried, as he just let everything out. 

As he slowly calmed down, that's when the reality of the pain finally came. He groans as he looks down at his hands, the skin on his knuckles is tattered and bloody. "Shit," He grabs his wrist as he looks down at his hand, why would he do that? 

Suddenly he felt warmth shoot through his hand, looking down at it, he watched with wide eyes as his skin started to stitch back together. His breath was caught in his throat as he just stared, was this another ability? But he thought he didn't have anymore. 

As his hand finished healing, he opened it and closed it, not feeling any pain.

Chapter 23

​​ It's been a week, a week of Stiles living in this weird place. A week of Stiles getting off his bed and just staying in his room. There was nothing out there, no one he could talk to. This is how it ends, the prophecy, Violet and Louis, everything was a lie. 

Lichen had them in his hands now, that sick, psychotic bastard. He enjoyed all of this, he enjoyed seeing Stiles like this, enjoyed controlling Violet and Louis. 

Stiles felt like he had felt last week, empty, alone. He hasn't tried to look for Violet or Louis, I mean, they didn't look for him. They didn't come see him, they didn't even look his way, and when they did, their eyes were hollow, they didn't feel anything towards him anymore. 

It's all bullshit, they just started dating, and they were happy, well at least Stiles thought they were, now look, everything was ruined because of one stupid question. 

Was he ever their mate? Or did they lie? Was there ever a prophecy? He questioned everything now. All the times Louis cuddled him, told him that he was beautiful, told him that he would never leave, all of it was lies, and Stiles is now realizing that. 

With a huff, Stiles sat up on his bed, looking to the door when it opened to reveal a female vampire. 

"Lichen wants to see you," 

"Fuck you, get out of my room," Stiles sneers at her, but the girl doesn't budge. He huffs, grabs the plate on his bedside table, and chucks it at her. 

The girl just catches it and lays it on the new dresser that they have given Stiles. "Lichen does not like to wait," She spoke, looking at him. 

Stiles huffs, swinging his legs over the bed. "I hate the supernatural, all of you, you are all annoying, I hope you all starve," Stiles grumbles out, pulls on his shoes, and then looks at the cement wall slash window. 

It had a huge dent in it and dried blood on it. He scoffs and turns back around, making his way to the door. "Move," He roughly shoves the vampire to the side, walking down at hall. 

"Ah, if it isn't the mortal, nice to have you here," Lichen spoke when Stiles walked into the common room, a huge smile on his face. 

Like always, Stiles' eyes scanned the room, and like all the other times, Violet and Louis stood on either side of the vampire. They were looking at him, their red eyes emotionless, they were just unrecognizable at this point. 

"Shut up, you old bastard, what do you want from me," Stiles glares at him, crossing his arms. 

Lichen grins, adjusting himself on his chair. "So, how do you feel about being a vampire?" 

Stiles scoffs. "Yeah, I rather you kill me, I will not be a part of your pathetic coven," He refused to join Lichen. 

"But think about it, Stiles. You're strong, and you're just human, imagine you are a vampire. You'll be my right hand, hell you can be my lover, we will rule the world," Lichen tries to convince, grinning when he sees Violet and Louis tense. 

"Me, be your lover?" Stiles looks at him with a disgusted look. "Yeah no, I don't think enough human blood is getting to your head, but I would much rather date a Kanima than you," 

"But Violet and Louis won't mind, I mean they were once my lovers, ain't that right," Lichen hums. 

Stiles looks at him with wide eyes, and then he looks at Violet and Louis, but their heads are dropped as they have this look of shame on their face. "What are you talking about?" He looks back at Lichen. 

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, they didn't tell you, well let me," Lichen sits up in his chair. 

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Violet Tansy stood by the window of the small cottage, her black hair pulled back in a ponytail as her red eyes stared out the window. She felt a presence behind her, but she didn't move as arms wrapped around her waist. 

"My little, Tansy, are you still mad at me?" A man with long blonde hair whispered into her ear. "I didn't mean to go too far, I'm sorry," 

"I told you to stop, and you didn't listen," Violet spoke monotonously, but she didn't dare move out of the man's hold. "Then I said no, and you still didn't stop," 

"It was almost finished, what do you expect me to do? You wanted it just as much as Lou wanted it," The man placed a kiss on Violet's neck. 

Louis Ambrose was lying on the bed, his normal slick back hair messy as he stared at the wooden wall, listening to the other talk as if he just wanted to disappear. 

"He also said stop, but you ignored him, why," Violet finally pulls out of the male's hold and turns to him. "Why didn't you stop, I thought you loved us, Lichen," 

"Come on, Vi, I do love you guys, I'm the one that turned you two so we can stay together forever, I would never hurt you," Lichen took a step forward, his hand coming up to rest on Violet's cheek. "I would never hurt you, ever, you need to know that, what I did yesterday, was a mistake, I should've stopped. It was just in the heat of the moment, it won't happen again," 

Violet looked up at him, her glossy red eyes darting across his face, she sighed as she leaned into his touch, her eyes slowly falling shut. 

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"You fucking idiot!" Lichen yelled, his hand coming up and striking Louis's cheek, causing the male to fall to the ground. "You had one job! and that was to kill the damn cop, and you failed!" 

Louis curled in on himself, his hand holding his cheek. "I-I'm sorry, it was a mistake," 

Lichen scoffs. "Mistake? Bullshit, you and Violet were hooking up behind my back!" His eyes looked at the girl before she sped towards her and grabbed her by the hair. 

"Ah!" Violet yells as Lichen pulls her hair roughly. 

"Who gave the two of you permission?! You were supposed to do a job, not fuck each other!" Lichen yells, pulling the girl to the floor. 

Violet's head hits the floor roughly as she is momentarily dazed. She crawled to Louis, the two cowering back as Lichen yelled at them. 

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A fire burned inside Stiles, the blood running straight to his ears as his eyes turned black from anger. "You bastard!" He yells, his feet planted on the ground before he takes off towards Lichen.

Lichen just grins, his hand coming up as he waves it. 

Three vampires sped in front of Stiles, growling as they took a stance. 

Stiles didn't stop.

As he grew closer, he got ready. One of the vampires went to attack him, but the human swiftly dodged the hit and grabbed their arm. He bends it until he hears a crack. Spinning around, he grabs the vampire by the back of their shirt and throws them into the other two. 

Catching his footing, Stiles faces Lichen before he takes off in a sprint again.

It was sudden, the male was gone from his chair, and like all those days before, Stiles' head throbbed as his vision was consumed by darkness.

Chapter 24

This is how it ends, this is how Stiles' life ends. He'll be turned into a vampire, and be under Lichen's control. He hated it, hated what that bastard did to Violet and Louis, hated how he just smiled about it like it was some kind of accomplishment. 

But he couldn't do anything, he was too weak on his own, and he didn't have anyone. Violet and Louis hated him, his dad didn't know where he was, hell even the pack doesn't care. 

He didn't want to be a vampire, he didn't want to live forever, especially if he had to follow Lichen's orders. Maybe he'll just give up, he felt like he already did, what's the point of fighting? It's him against a coven full of blood addicts. 

"Hey, Mischief, look at me," 

Stiles felt his heart beat faster, his eyes snapped open and he was met with white walls. Then the sound of beeping reached his ears. He turned his head, he knew where he was. It was only confirmed when he saw the hospital bed, his mother lying on it. 

Tears instantly stung his eyes as he stared, she looked just like he remembered, her beautiful brown her and her whiskey eyes glowing from the sun that was coming from the window. 

"M-Mom," He breathes out, taking a step forward. His attention is then brought to the movement next to the bed, and that's when he sees a small figure sitting on a chair. 

"Hey, no crying," His mom spoke to the figure, her hand moving to hold a small hand. 

Stiles grew closer and that's when he realized, it was him. His eight-year-old self, sitting in the chair as he cried. 

"What's happening?" Stiles looks around, trying to get a sense of where he is. Then he looks down at his hands, counting them, ten, even. 

"Look at me, mischief," 

Stiles turned around, his eyes falling back to his pale-looking mother. Her hand came up and cupped eight-year-old Stiles' cheek, smiling softly at him. 

"Don't give up, I know when I'm gone, it's going to hurt, and I'll miss you. But you need to know, that you can never give up, no matter what. Your dad will need you, he'll be heartbroken, so help him. You hear, Mischief, whenever something is hard, you never give up, and I mean never," Claudia spoke to her son, wiping the tears off the little boy's face. 

Stiles felt the get caught in his throat and his heart nearly stopped as Claudia looked up at him. "I didn't raise a quitter, you're stronger than this, don't give up just because all is bad, you're a Stilinski, we never quit," 

Stiles found himself nodding, his hand coming up to wipe his eyes. "M-mom," 

Claudia smiled softly, her eyes filling with tears. "Now wake up, Stiles, you need to wake up and save Violet and Louis, your mates, the ones you love, so wake up," 

Stiles shot up in bed, his clothes sticking to him as he took in heavy breaths. He looked around the room, noticing that he was alone. A shaky hand came up and ran over his face, trying to calm his beating heart. 

"Come on think, Stiles, how can you do this," He whispered to himself, getting off his bed to pace his room. Then his eyes fell to his right hand, seeing the ring on his pinky, the ring Louis gave him. His eyes widened, his hand coming up to grasp the necklace around his neck, and then an idea came to mind. 

His eyes fell shut. ' Violet? Louis? Can you guys hear me?' 

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' Violet? Louis? Can you guys hear me?' 

Louis' eyes widened as he heard the voice in his head, he looked up to see Lichen talking to the other vampires about the plan. He then looked to Violet, who was already looking at him, but she shook her head, an indication to not answer.  

Louis' unbeating heart squeezed, they could answer and no one would know, but maybe it's best that he doesn't. It's safer for Stiles. 

"Louis, have you eaten today?" Lichen asks, bringing the attention to him. 

"No," Louis answers with a slight head shake. 

"Well, you need to, so drink up," Lichen pushed a glass cup full of blood towards him. 

Louis looked at the cup before his hand slowly reached for it. 

"Listen, guys, I know you probably hate me; hell I hate you too. Even so, I still care for you. If I know you two well, I know you can hear me, but you're scared to answer, so just listen. When I asked Violet about your history with Lichen, I didn't expect everything to turn out this way. I didn't want you guys to avoid me, I didn't want to be alone, I needed the two of you.' 

Stiles' voice rang throughout Louis' head, and his movement towards the cup stopped. 

"Go on, drink up," Lichen pushes, a smile on his face. 

'Now, as I'm talking, please try and act normal, so we don't get caught, I'm talking to you Louis, sometimes you don't think.' 

Louis clenched his jaw to stop himself from smiling as his hand wrapped around the neck of the cup and lifted it to his mouth before he started to drink the red liquid. 

'I also know that you two are doing this for my safety, maybe I was a little too harsh last time when I cursed you out, but can you blame me? You two left me, I thought I had you guys, but it was like the pack all over. But look, my point is that I forgive you guys, hell I think I wasn't even mad at you to begin with. Anyways, I need you guys to know that everything you did for me. You two made sure I felt wanted, made sure I felt seen. You opened my eyes to a lot of things, and I don't want to give that up so easily. We started dating and then it all went to shit. So here I am, probably making a stupid mistake, but I want you two to know that I... love you. 

Damn, it felt good to say that, I love you guys, with my whole fucking being. We're mates, all of us, and I don't care what happens, but just know I love you. Maybe we can get out of this, maybe we can't, but just know that I love you, yes I know I'm saying it a lot, but there might be a moment where I can't say it anymore,"

Louis choked on the blood as he dropped his hand and coughed. His head fell forward as tears stung his eyes. 

"Louis? What's wrong?" Lichen asks, he looks at one of the vampires in the coven. "Go get the mortal, it's time that we turn him. Louis, answer me," 

"I'm fine," Louis spoke steadily, he took a deep breath and lifted his head. Looking at Lichen. "It just went down the wrong tube, I'm fine," 

"Very well, it's almost time to watch your human get turned, so get ready," Lichen breaks into a grin and gets up to head to another table. 

Louis looked at Violet, seeing tears in her eyes. As their red eyes locked with each other, they thought the same thing. 

'We hear you, Stiles,' 

Chapter 25

Stiles struggled against the two vampires' hold. "Get off me! Get off!" He tried, but he was being pushed to his knees roughly. He looks up at Lichen, who sits in the chair with a dark grin. 

"Now, mortal, in a few moments you'll be just like me," Lichen sighs, getting up from his chair and speeding towards Stiles. 

"Get away from me," Stiles grits. 

Lichen just grins, his hand coming up and gripping Stiles' hair. His other hand came up and he bit his wrist. "Come on, dear human, you need to drink my blood so I can control you," 

Stiles tried to move his head, try and get away, but Lichen's hold was too strong. As the vampire brought his wrist to his mouth, Stiles didn't open it. 

"Dammit, listen," Lichen grits, his hand in Stiles' hair pulling roughly causing the male's mouth to open in a pained yelp. 

As Stiles' mouth closed against Lichen's wrist, the human didn't want to drink the blood, but it was like muscle memory as he started to drink. Lichen lets out chuckles as he looks down at Stiles. When the human had enough, he pulled his wrist away and let go of the human, looking up at the two vampires that were holding him down. 

"Keep him there until the blood spreads, then snap his neck," Lichen orders. 

"Yes sir," They both nod, looking down at Stiles who tries to struggle against them. 

"Why do you want me? Tell me, why can't you just keep Violet and Louis, and just leave me alone," Stiles breaths out, seeing Violet and Louis looking at him from the corner of his eyes. 

Lichen chuckles as he spins around, an amusing yet sinister look taking over his face. He tilts his head as his hand points to Violet and Louis. "You really want a villain monologue from me?" Stiles didn't answer which caused Lichen to sigh. "So where do I start? Oh, that's right. So as you may know, a mortal and two immortals were supposed to defeat me and my coven; it was written in stone after all, blah, blah, blah. But imagine, just imagine, me defeating the prophecy, turning the mortal into an immortal. You're strong, Violet is strong, Louis is strong, and you three by my side? Yes please, I'll be unstoppable. I will be able to control you, make you do what I want, I can claim you, just like I did to your mates," 

"You're a sick bastard!" Stiles yells. 

Lichen just grins. "Why thank you, it helps me sleep at night," He chuckles, turning to Violet and Louis. "How do you two feel? Are you two happy that your dear mate will be with you forever?" 

But the two didn't answer, they didn't even look at him as they just stared at Stiles. It clearly angered Lichen, his eyes seep to red again as he glares at them. "Look at me!" He yells, but yet, they still don't look at him. "Fine," He shrugs, turning to Stiles. 

Stiles' eyes widened as he felt a pair of hands on his head. 

"Kill him," Lichen orders. 

"No!" Louis yells as the sickening crack echoes throughout the room, his red eyes widening as he watches Stiles' body fall forward. It was like everything turned into static, the sound of the human's neck cracking still echoed in his ears, it felt like the world had stopped. 

His red eyes stared at Stiles' unmoving body, a shaky sob falling from his lips.

Violet's body started to shake as she stared at Stiles' body, his head turned to her and his eyes were opening and looking at her, lifeless, empty whiskey eyes just looking at her. 

The two vampires stood there, bodies frozen as they heard the human's heart come to a slow yet deafening silence.

In a fit of anger, Violet snapped her attention to Lichen.

"You bastard!" A beat of silence went by before she sped forward, and Louis didn't hesitate to follow. 

Lichen just grins, watching two other vampires speed towards Violet and Louis and easily knocking them to the ground. "I knew you two still felt something towards him, but I'll say, you were convincing for a while," He spoke. 

Louis glares up at Lichen as he is brought onto his knees, tears running down his face. "Y-you killed him, you fucking bastard!" He struggles against the holds of the two vampires. 

Lichen puts a hand on his chest as he pouts. "I didn't kill him, how dare you think so little of me," He shakes his head. "I'm merely going through the process of turning him, he'll still be alive," 

"He didn't want to be turned, you forced him!" Violet yells, tears of her own falling down her face, her red eyes back to their signature green, dripping with cold tears.

"Me, forced him? I didn't do such a thing," Lichen says with a wicked grin as if he enjoyed all of this, and everyone knew he did.

"You're sick, you're a psycho," Louis spits, his face contorted into one of disgust and anger, but his attention is quickly brought from the vampire when he hears a groan.

Stiles' instantly noticed the differences. The way he could hear everything, the hard breathing from Violet and Louis, he could smell them, all of them, but Violet and Louis' scent were stronger. His eyes slowly opened as he pushed himself up to sit on his knees. 

He looked down at the floor, seeing the bygone wood texture, the chips of the wood, the dents of people walking over it as time went on. He slowly looked up, his eyes landing on Violet and Louis. He can see every feature on their face even though he is a few feet away from them. 

He can see the perfections with little to no imperfections on their faces. He then looked down at his hands, his nails had grown in length. They were the same length as all the other vampires around him, his nail beds looked healthier than they used to, seeing as he always bit his nails, and his skin was also paler. Then he looked at his arms, all the scars, the memories of his cutting, they were gone.

"Look at me," 

Stiles didn't have control over his body as his head snapped up, looking at Lichen. That's when he remembers what the psycho did to him, his whiskey eyes seeped red as he let out a growl, showing off his fangs. He shot up and went to speed forward, but Lichen just grinned. 

"Stop running," He spoke calmly, grinning when Stiles suddenly stopped. He watches as the newly turned vampire looks down at his body with wide eyes. "You gotta love the sire bond, it's very handy," 

"Y-you bitch," Stiles grits, trying to move, but he couldn't. 

"Eh, you got it wrong, from now on, you're my bitch," Lichen hums out, waving a finger at the male in front of him. "Now, you must be hungry," 

"I'm not going to kill someone, no matter what you say," Stiles sneers, his now red eyes glaring at the blonde male in front of him. 

"Really?" Lichen tilts his head, raising his hand. "We'll see about that, please bring them in," 

A few seconds later, Stiles' eyes widened when a scent filled his nose, the smell of cheap cologne and gunpowder, a smell he knew all too well. 

He snapped his head to the smell, only to see Noah. "D-dad," 

Noah snaps his head up, relief washing over him when he lays eyes on his son. "Stiles, oh thank god you're okay, what's happening?" He noticed the way his son's eyes were this dark red instead of his normal whiskey eyes, and unease washed over him

"It's going to be okay, Dad," Stiles tries to reassure, smelling his dad's scent change. He then snaps his head to Lichen when the male chuckles. 

"Don't lie to your old man like that, has your mother ever told you lying is bad," Lichen shakes his head with a tsk.  

"Lichen, let my father go, he has nothing to do with this," Stiles growls out, his eyes darkening as he glares at the male. 

"See, now why would I let your meal go? How silly are you?" Lichen breaks into a grin. 

Stiles' eyes widened and his now unbeating heart squeezed at the thought, he heard two gasps, and no doubt it came from Violet and Louis. "Lichen, p-please, don't make me do it, please, I'm begging you," 

Lichen just grins ear to ear. "Feed on your father, until his heart stops," 

Stiles tried to fight against it, he tried his damn hardest, but his legs were pulling him towards his father. "Lichen, please! I'm begging you! I'll do anything, please!" 

"Stiles," Noah spoke, tears filling his eyes. 

Stiles looked to his dad, tears falling down his face as he made his way to the male. "D-dad," He chokes out. 

"It's okay, son, it's okay," He opened his arms and let his son walk into them. 

Stiles tried to stop himself, try to fight against the order, but his mouth was opening before he surged forward and clamped down on his father's neck. 

Noah winced as he felt fangs break through his skin, but his arms closed and hugged his son. His hand rubbing his back. "I-it's okay, Stiles, it's okay," 

Stiles' eyes squeezed shut as he continued to drink his father's blood, the tears falling from behind his eyelids as Noah continued to reassure him. 

"I-I love you, kiddo, always know that. I'm pr-oud of you, you grew up to be a man that I'm glad to call my son, never change, y-you hear me? It's okay, e-everything is going to be... okay," Noah's eyes slowly fell shut as his arms grew weak and his body went limp against his son. 

Chapter 26

Stiles slowly pulled away from the neck, his arms coming up and wrapping around his father's now still body. "D-dad." He chokes out, falling to his knees with his father. He watched as the fang marks didn't heal, but that wasn't the thought he cared about. 

He adjusted his sitting position and laid Noah's head on his lap as he looked down at his closed eyes.

"Dad!" He yells, the tears falling onto his father's relaxed face.

He didn't hear a heartbeat, he didn't hear the blood flowing through Noah's veins, he didn't hear his breathing. Even though his skin was already cold, he felt Noah's warmth slowly disappear. "I-I'm so sorry, Dad, I'm so sorry," He hunches over, his body shaking in heartbroken sobs. 

Tears formed in Violet and Louis' eyes, they never heard Stiles cry, his voice sounded so broken. His scent was overwhelming with his sadness, they wanted to go and hug the male, but they couldn't. 

Lichen lets out a loud laugh. "What a show! What a show!" He starts to clap slowly. 

Stiles ignored him, he wasn't his worries right now. He killed his father, he drained him of his blood. His best friend, his lifeline, he killed Noah Stilinski. 

"How does it feel, Stiles, to feed off a human, huh?" Lichen spoke, but when the male didn't answer him, he grew angry. "Answer me!" 

Stiles felt the tug, but he didn't obey. His mind was filled with thoughts, filled with memories. Did Lichen do the same to Violet and Louis? Did he make them kill their loved ones? How much of a monster is this man? 

Stiles' eyes looked down at Noah's face, his thumb rubbing over the cold skin. As his tears fell, he felt hollow, empty. It was like a switch, everything he was feeling stopped. His tears suddenly stopped and he didn't feel anything. He grabbed Noah's head and moved it off his lap. 

Lichen grins as Stiles slowly gets up. "Yes, you might actually be my favorite sire I ever created, so obedient," 

Stiles' head slowly lifted and his eyes seemed to darken as the whiskey brown of them was slowly taken over by a dark red, and they were hollow, distant, void of any emotion. Louis' eyes widened and a gasp fell from Violet's lips. 

"He turned off his humanity," She whispers, staring at Stiles with wide eyes, everything happening so fast. 

Stiles tilted his head as he stared at Lichen with a blank stare. "So tell me, Lichen, do you find pleasure in controlling people?" He spoke, slowly making his way to Violet and Louis. His voice was uncharacteristically low and emotionless. 

Lichen scoffs, looking at Stiles. "You don't scare me, don't forget who made you, you listen to me," 

"Do I?" Stiles asks, raising an eyebrow. 

"Stop moving!" Lichen orders. 

Stiles stops but breaks into a grin. "Huh, seems like it didn't work," He continues to move towards his mates. 

Then suddenly, he was gone. "Say Lichen! Did you intend for this?" Stiles' voice echoed throughout the room, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Did you intend for me to fall out of your control? Or for my humanity to shut off?" Suddenly Lichen felt a presence behind him. " For me to go Void ," He whispers into his ear. 

A chill ran down Violet and Louis' spine, fear filled their bodies as they watched Stiles. Someone who was normally sarcastic, energetic, and funny, turned dark, scary, and different. Was this how he was when he was passed by the Nogitsune? 

Lichen spun around, but Stiles was gone. 

"I have to say, being a vampire is quite fun, I mean look, I'm faster," Stiles appears behind the two vampires who were keeping Violet and Louis on their knees. His hands came up and in one quick motion, he was punching through their chest. "And added with the strength I had as a human, I'm stronger," 

Lichen watched with wide eyes as the two vampires slid off Stiles' arms, their hearts in his hands. 

"Huh, is it that easy to kill our species, just rip their hearts out?" He pursed his lips, looking up at Lichen with a dark look. 

He slowly crouched in the middle of Violet and Louis, the two looking at him with wide eyes. 

"S-Stiles," Louis stutters out. 

"So, Louis, are you still addicted to my blood?" He looks at the vampire with a smirk. "What about you my dear Violet?" 

Violet looked at Stiles with wide eyes, his eyes were red, dark, not his usual whiskey-bright eyes. She found her tongue darting out as she licked her lips. 

"T-this isn't you," Violet shakes her head. 

He looked into her eyes, narrowing them as his pupils constricted. "Turn off your humanity and feed off me," He compels her, he then turns to Louis. "You too, Myszko," 

Both vampires' pupils constricted as the switch in them flicked and their eyes simply became devoid of emotion. 

Stiles tilted his head back, his eyes closing as he felt Violet and Louis lean forward before clamping down on either side of his neck. A satisfying sigh fell from his lips as they started to feed like hungry animals. 

"T-this can't be, vampires can't be compelled," Lichen says with wide eyes, staring at the scene in front of him. 

Stiles' eyes opened as he looked at Lichen while Violet and Louis continued to feed on him. "What, we are a prophecy, so what do you expect? Or are you jealous that they're not feeding off you?" Stiles' hands slowly grazed over their backs, coming up to their hair. 

One hand grabbed the base of Violet's ponytail and slowly pulled off the band holding it, and his other hand went into Louis' slick-back hair and started to ruffle it. 

As he pulled the band out of Violet's hair, the black straight locks fell loosely over her back. Pulling his hand away from Louis' hair, he hummed in satisfaction. "Much better," Just then, Violet and Louis slowly pulled off of his neck, their tongues licking the blood of their lips. 

They looked at the bite marks, waiting for it to heal, but they didn't. 

"Now," Stiles spoke, slowly getting up. "What did the prophecy say again?" 

Louis slowly stood up along with Violet, a dark grin forming on their face which matched Stiles'. 

"A Mortal with power like none other will use it to defeat an evil that'll bring down his world, two immortals will stand by his side to assist his doing," Louis recited with a wicked grin. 

"But wait," Violet hums out. "You're not mortal anymore," 

"Hm, didn't it say something about things changing along the way," This was amusing for the three, and all the other vampires in the room felt it. 

They were radiating power like none other, three vampires with no humanity, and one was freshly turned, nothing could go well. 

Lichen took a half step back, even though it was quiet, Stiles snapped his head to the male, and then he was gone. Stiles appeared in front of Lichen, grinning ear to ear. "Are you trying to run?" 

Then Louis appeared to the side of Lichen. "Are you scared?" 

"Don't tell me the all-mighty, Lichen Emrys is afraid," Violet chuckles, appearing on the other side of the older vampire. 

Chapter 27

This was all wrong, it wasn't supposed to go like this. Everything he planned, everything he tried to do, went all wrong. Lichen looked at Stiles with wide eyes, those once whiskey eyes are now red and staring at him, wickedness swimming in them. 

Lichen didn't hesitate to turn around and speed away, he needed to get out of here, try and make up a new plan. 

Stiles looks at Violet and Louis boredly. "I'll handle him, you two handle the rest of the coven," 

"Hm, shame, I wanted to make him go through hell," Violet hums, turning around. 

"Oh, trust me, I'll have fun with him," Stiles reassures before Violet and Louis speed off. With a sigh, he blurs away. 

Lichen was near the exit, he was close, but suddenly a hand grabbed his neck and everything around was blurring away once again. 

Back in the common room, Stiles roughly throws Lichen to the floor. "Who said you can run? You were all big talk a couple of hours ago, what happened?" Stiles looks at him. 

Lichen turned to his back, looking at Stiles with wide eyes, his blonde hair messily over his face as he crawled away. Screams filled his ears and he turned his head, seeing his coven being ripped apart from Louis and Violet. 

Violet's hair was in her face, blood coating her mouth and hands. Louis' hair was sticking every which way as he had a heart in his hand. Growls fell from both of their mouths, they were animalistic. 

"Ah!" Lichen yells out as a hand grabs his hair in a makeshift ponytail. "Look at me," Stiles spoke, tugging harder as he crouched beside Lichen. "Look at you, so scared, so helpless, this is what you wanted after all, just look around," He spoke, moving Lichen's head so he could see what was going on. 

The coven was dropping like flies, two blurs fighting and killing them easily. Blood was everywhere, and growls and screams filled the room as if it was a blood bath. 

"You turned me, wanted me to be by your side, to be a killer, you also wanted Violet and Louis to be monsters also, so we're giving you what you want, are you so scared?" Stiles asks, but Lichen doesn't answer him quick enough which causes Stiles to grab his head and slam it onto the ground. "Answer me!" 

Stiles grabbed Lichen by the hair again and pulled him, pulling on the male's scalp. "Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He yells, his hand moving to Lichen's throat. 

In a fit of rage, Lichen growled as he threw a punch to Stiles' face, causing the male to stumble back. He took a stance, ready to fight. 

Stiles lets out a deep chuckle, slowly turning his head back at Lichen. "You think you can defeat me?  Do you really think, you can defeat me!" Stiles sped towards him, his hand coming up and colliding with Lichen's jaw. 

It caused the male to scream out as his jaw was broken on impact, the strength Stiles had before he turned somehow added to his vampire strength. Lichen didn't have time to react as he felt his ribcage break under impact. 

Stiles didn't relent, his hands were blue as he continued to punch, hearing the bones break and forged back together. He laughs, a manic laugh that overpowers the screams and growls in the room. 

"Fight back, Lichen! Fight back!" He cackles, not giving Lichen enough time to fight back. 

Then it all stopped, the hitting stopped and Lichen fell to his knees, the pain too overwhelming. He coughed up blood, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. He never felt pain like this before. Then he felt a hand grab his arm, and he screamed out.

Stiles watched with dark eyes as he started to pull Lichen's arm off, watching the skin tear as it echoed into his ear. Then he saw the muscle break, the nerves snap, before the bone broke. "Yes!" Stiles yells, holding the disassembled limb in his hand. 

Lichen looked up at him, sweat surprisingly coating his forehead. Stiles looks down at him, waving his hand. 

"I deserve a high five for such a clean pull," Stiles hums out, his other hand coming and high-fiving Lichen's hand. "Who knew it was so easy to pull an arm off someone," He hums, tapping his chin with the hand. 

"Y-you're sick," Lichen dares to grit out.  

Stiles looks at him with a grin, waving his hand at him. "Nah, that's you, darling, you're the sick one," He hums out, looking to his sides when a very bloody Violet and Louis speed to his side, breathing heavily. "Finished already?" 

Louis looks at him with a grin, his dirty blonde drenched in blood. "Seems like your blood made us stronger, and faster," He grins, his hand coming up and grazing over Stiles' arm. 

"Even with no humanity, you're obsessed with me," Stiles scoffs.

"Seems like it," Louis winks wickedly before he turns his head to Lichen. "Now what do we do with him?" 

"Hm," Stiles hums, looking down at the arm in his hand. "Let's play a game of tug war," He speeds to Lichen and slams his foot onto the vampire's chest. He throws the arm in his hand and reaches down to grab the other arm. "I pull his arm and you two get each of his legs," 

"Sounds easy for me," Violet chuckles, her accent dripping from her tone as she makes her way to Lichen. 

Louis whistled, looking at Violet who had this walk to her, swaying her hips. He then sped forward, going to the right side of Lichen, crouching down to grab his leg, and stood back up with a sigh. 

Violet hums, flipping her hair over her shoulder before she reaches down and grabs Lichen's left leg. 

"P-please, don't do this," Lichen tried his best to get free, but it was no use. 

"Mm, but we already started, why would we stop? That's what you always said when we fucked, didn't you," Violet looks at him head tilted, and grins. 

"On my go," Stiles smirks, causing Louis to cackle out. "One, two, three!" 

Lichen let out a blood-curdling scream as he felt his limbs being pulled past their limits. But his scream seemed to be drowned out by the three pairs of laughs coming from the three vampires above him. 

It was sinister, deep, monstrous. Red eyes also looked down at him, they were void, nothing but pure evil behind them. 

As the skin tearing sounded, and bone breaking, Stiles pushed down on Lichen's chest as he pulled. 

Just like that, Lichem's three limbs were pulled off as his chest caved in through the weight that was in, killing off the vampire. 

Stiles looks down at the arm in his hand, watching the blood drip to the floor. 

"Huh, guess he can't stand up for himself anymore," Violet pursed her lips, turning the disassembled leg in her hand. 

"You can say, I was just pulling on his leg," Louis says with a chuckle, moving the leg between both his hands. 

Stiles looks down at Lichen, his head to the side as his chest is low. Stiles drops the arm in his hand and crouches down, his hand grabbing both sides of Lichen's head before he swiftly pulls it off the shoulders. 

"Louis," Stiles says, looking at the male with a smirk. "Heads up!" He throws the head at the male. 

Chapter 28

"So let me get this straight," Jackson starts, his blue eyes looking between the pack as Danny and Ethan stand by him. "You all made it a group decision to kick out Stiles, because he was hanging out with two vampires, and you were jealous?" 

"We weren't jealous," Lydia speaks up. 

Jackson sighs. "Lydia, I dated you once before, so I know how you work. You were definitely jealous that you didn't have Stiles' attention anymore, and all were jealous because he didn't need any of you, so you just kicked him out," He looks around the pack.

"We kicked him out because he was a danger to the pack, he knew who the two vampires were and didn't tell us," Derek grits out. 

"Maybe if you use your head and reason, he probably did it for a reason," Jackson raises a brow. "Did it ever cross your mind that they could be his mates? Maybe that's why he didn't say anything, you would have the same, I mean you didn't really give them enough time to explain themselves from what I heard," 

Everyone was quiet, but all this didn't make sense. 

"Also, you only brought us here so you can use my boyfriend for his magic, how arrogant are you guys?" Jackson shakes his head. 

"Danny is the only witch we know," Scott defends. 

"I highly doubt it, I'm positive the Hales have alliances with a few witches, just admit that Danny is stronger than the witches you know," Jackson rolls his eyes. 

"Jackson," Derek grits out. "Will you three help, or not?" 

"You explained everything, except what you needed help with," Danny points out, leaning against Ethan. 

"Stiles and Noah have been taken, we need you to do a tracking spell," Peter finally speaks from his place on the stairs. 

Jackson looks at him with wide eyes, before he breaks into a grin. "You and Sheriff Stilinski have something going on," 

Everyone looks at Peter with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden information. 

"Peter, is this real?" Derek raises a brow. 

"So," Peter looks at Danny. "Can you track them or not?" 

Suddenly the loft door opens and everyone is overwhelmed by the scent of blood. 

"Oh god, this is how werewolves smell?" 

Everyone snaps their heads to the entrance, their eyes bulging out of the sockets as they lay eyes on Stiles and the two other vampires, Violet and Louis. 

The three clothes were covered in blood, and their mouths also had blood on them. 

"Stiles?" Peter speaks, stepping off the stairs, the scent of the male making him uneasy. "Where's Noah," 

Stiles looks at him, his eyes turning red as he grins. "Daddy dearest isn't with us anymore, I drank him dry, well I was forced to, but hey, human blood is quite delicious," 

Peter felt the wind knocked out of him, a wheezed breath falling past his lips as his eyes widened. He felt his heart break as his wolf whined. Tears stung his eyes as he fell to his knees. 

"N-no, you're lying, this is some sick joke," Peter shakes his head in denial. 

"Just go to the church at the edge of town, I don't need to lie to mutts," Stiles shrugs. 

A single tear fell from Peter's eye. Everyone was shocked at the information, they looked at Peter, they had never seen a man like this, he looked broken. 

"So," Stiles claps his hands loudly, everyone turning to him. His eyes, they red, dark, and emotionless. "Danny boy, I need your help," 

Danny looked at him, this wasn't Stiles, and he knew it. "I'm not helping you, you're not the Stiles I know," 

Stiles sighs, he drops his head and the two vampires that were next to him disappear. They appeared in front of Jackson and Ethan, both grabbing their necks before blurring away from Danny and coming to Stiles' side. 

"Listen, you can help us, or watch your mates die, your pick," Stiles hums out, looking at Jackson. His hand comes up and grazes over the blonde's face. "You know, Jackass, you're kinda cute, now I know what Lydia saw in you," 

Jackson growled, his eyes turnings into slits. But before he could do anything, a fist was colliding in his stomach making him hunch over. 

Jackson wheezes out as his tail disappears and his claws retract.  "You forget I know what you are Jackson, and I know how to kill you, along with Ethan and the rest of the pack of mutts, so let's not make any mistakes, kay," Stiles grins, turning back to Danny. "Time is ticking, what is your answer?" 

Danny looked between Jackson and Ethan, who were held by their necks by the two other vampires. It was obvious they knew what he was, or they wouldn't have needed their help. He locks eyes with his mates and he lets out a sigh. "What is it do you need?" 

"That's a good boy," Stiles chuckles, making his way to Danny. He takes the ring off his pinky finger and the necklace off his neck. "I need you to turn these into my daylight items, think you can do that?" 

"I, uh, I need lapis gems," Danny looks up at him. 

"Derek," Stiles turns to the werewolf who was glaring at him. "You wouldn't mind if used your family storage, right?" 

"Go to hell," Derek growls. 

"Huh, maybe I'll ask them myself, oh wait, that's right, they were burned alive, what a shame," Stiles shakes his head, turns towards the stairs, and blurs away. 

"Peter you need to get up," Lydia tried, but it was like the werewolf couldn't hear her. She looks up at the pack, her eyes holding concern. "What's happening with him?" 

"It's called grieving you idiot," Stiles' voice spoke as he appeared back into the room, two blue gems in his hands. "He's oh so sad that my old man is dead, plus, since when do you care for dear ol Peter Hale," Lydia just glares at him. "Whoa, someone's angry," He grins before making his way to Danny. 

"Stiles, why are you doing this? What happened to you?" Scott asks, looking at the male. 

"I turned off my humanity, silly, duh," Stiles shakes his head with a chuckle. "Here you go Danny boy, get to work," He hands the tanned male the two lapis gems. 

Danny takes the items with stilled hands. He gives a short nod and makes his way to a table. "Um, we need to wait for the son to come up, that's the only way the spell will work." 

"Awe," Stiles hums, turning to Violet and Louis. "We got a long time ahead of us, so get comfortable," 

⛧°🩸⋆༺♱༻⋆🩸 °⛧

Stiles hums as he lies against the wall, away from the sun that shines through the window of the loft. "So, let's play a game," He says, looking at the pack who were still in the loft. "It's called, why did we kick Stiles out, who wanna go first?" 

No one answered, some of the pack watched Danny do the spell on the items and others kept an eye on Violet and Louis who were next to Jackson and Ethan. 

"Fine then, I'll choose, Sourwolf, you go first," Stiles points at the werewolf. 

"I'm not playing your stupid game," Derek growls out, glaring at Stiles. "Just look at you, this isn't you, you're sick, your parents wouldn't approve of this," 

Stiles laughs. "You're so silly, Derek, what would my parents say? They're dead, one is rotting underground while the other is simply lying in the middle of a church... What about your parents Derek? Alright, they don't have graves because they all burned to death," Stiles snorts, ignoring the growl from Derek. "Peter, get out of that state you're in and go to your lover, but don't get your hopes up, he's a bit unresponsive," 

"That's enough!" Peter suddenly yells, standing up and looking at Stiles with a disgusted look. "Just look at you, you're disgusting. What, you turn off your humanity and think you're some big tuff guy? You're not fooling anyone Stiles, you're just as weak as you were when you were human, you're father would've been disappointed," 

Stiles looks at him with wide amused eyes, before he breaks into a grin. "Jesus, Peter, why so hostile to me? Don't get mad that Noah died, just like your wife and your kids and your family. It's a cycle with you, you'll never find love, you'll never be happy, hell your own nephew hates you. Don't you see, Peter Hale, you're meant to live a sad, miserable life, must suck." Stiles taunts, slowly getting up as he makes his way to Violet and Louis. 

"They're done," Danny speaks up, trying to change the atmosphere. He gets up and heads to Stiles. 

"Danny, don't give it to him!" Scott yells. 

"I'm sorry Scott, but I'm not in your pack, and the only lives I care for are Jackson's and Ethan's," He spoke, stopping in front of Stiles. "Here, now let them go," 

Stiles grins, grabbing the two items and putting them on. "Thank you, Danny boy, I would repay you with kisses, but I think your snake and mutt won't like that," 

Chapter 29

Blood, that's all he saw, blood on the floor, blood on his hands, blood on the dead body in front of him. The lifeless eyes stared at him, filled with fear, but his eyes, they were dark, staring at the unmoving body. 

The copper taste on his tongue makes his unbeating heart beat louder in his ears, he slowly looks up, seeing two other figures looking at him. The girl, had this look in her green eyes, a grin formed on her plump lips, the red from her lipstick contrasting with the blood on the corner of her lips. Her long black hair, was slightly wavy as it was hung over her shoulders. 

The guy, his grin was wide, showing off a pair of sharp fangs, his eyes were black, holding nothing but mischief. Just like the girl, he had blood on his lips, and his dirty blonde hair was in front of his eyes as he just stared. 

Stiles let out a hum, tilting his head as he looked back down at the party. "He wasn't enough, I need more," 

Louis' grin widens before he lets out a chuckle. "Last to bring five people to the church is a rotten egg!" He exclaims before speeding off. 

Violet lets out a deep chuckle, speeding in a different direction. 

Stiles sighs, he turns around and just runs off. 

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Stiles paced back and forth, the cries of the 15 humans filling his ears. A mixture of men and women were all tied up to the beams in the church, looking at the monster in front of them. 

"Hm, I have to say, humans are quite dramatic at times," Stiles hums, he stops and turns to look at the group of humans who tense as red eyes stare at them. "Let's play a game, first three people to make a noise will be drained," He instructs. 

"You're sick!" A man yells, and the next thing anyone knows, someone is speeding to him and has a hand over his mouth as he tries to scream, the pain of fangs digging into his neck overwhelming. 

"That's one," Stiles sighs, looking at Violet feeding on the man. He lifted his hands and loudly clapped, hearing two whimpers to his left. He speeds to one of the girls, hooking his finger under her chin. "Seems like you and your little friend lost," 

"P-please, don't this," She pleas only to scream when someone appears in front of her friend. 

Stiles looks to Louis, their red eyes locking as the two grin. They turn to their respective human before they lunge forward, clapping down on their necks and starting to drink their blood. 

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"We're not killing Stiles," Jackson grits out, glaring at Derek who was the one who came up with the idea. "What's wrong with you? And you Scott, you're so hellbent on not killing anyone, yet you didn't even disagree," 

"Well, maybe Stiles is too dangerous," Scott tries to reason, looking at Derek and then Jackson. 

"What the hell am I hearing right now?" Jackson looks at the two werewolves with a disgusted look, the his eyes trail to the rest of the pack. "No one's trying to disagree either? Did we all forget who Stiles is to us? He helped out damn near everyone in this pack, even if it were the little things, he made sure it was done. He was a pack mom to us, hell, even when I hated him, he still tried to help through the whole werewolf shit. Why am I the only one fighting for this?!" He yells.

"He's right," 

Everyone turned to see Peter walking back into the loft, he was covered in dirt and tears strikes were on his face. 

"Peter, what happened?" Derek asks. 

"I-I, uh, I bu-ried Noah," Peter says numbly, his heart squeezing as he mentions it. "Stiles isn't a monster, and no matter who he kills, I won't let you kill him. I'm not doing for anyone but Noah and myself, if you so much as think of killing him, I won't hesitate to kill you, family or not," He looked up at the pack, his glossy eyes slowly shining blue. 

"Peter, you're not thinking straight, he killed Noah, his own father. Stiles needs to die, for all we know, he's probably killing innocent people as we speak," Derek reasons, looking at his uncle. 

"He was controlled, you know Stiles, Noah was his lifeline, someone he looked up to, Stiles wouldn't be willing to kill him. How do you think his humanity shut off because he lost his father. If anyone is to understand him, it's me," Peter's eyes shine brighter, daring anyone to take a step. 

However, everyone's attention is brought to Danny who lets out a gasp and shoots up from his spot on the floor. He looked down at the book on the floor with wide eyes, his nose bleeding. 

"Danny, what happened?" Jackson and Ethan rush to the male's side, the latter wiping blood from his lover's nose. 

"It's Stiles," Danny starts, looking up at his mates. "He's killing people, him and those two other vampires, they're draining them," 

"Shit, where are they? We need to end this, now," Derek says, walking towards Danny. 

"Don't you dare come close to us!" Jackson yells, his eyes turning into slits as he turns to the male. 

"What are you going to do?! Huh?! Stiles is draining people like they're juice pouches! We need to kill him before he's any more of a threat, open your eyes, he needs to be put down!" Derek yells, anger bubbleing inside him. 

"He's not some type of dog!" Jackson retorts, moving away from Danny to step in front of Derek. "I don't care who kills, we're not killing Stiles!" 

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Stiles sneezes, chuckling as he stands up. "Wonder who's thinking about me," He hums out, kicking the body back. 

He turns around and looks at all the dead bodies on the floor, all pale and skinny, bloodshot eyes. "Wow, never knew three vampires could consume so much blood," Violet sighs out, her hand wiping the blood off her mouth. 

"So, what's next? More killing? I for one enjoy the fear," Louis speaks up, making his way to Stiles, he grabs the male's hand and flips it. Humming as his eyes trail over the veins. "Your veiny hands are turning me on, and it makes me not want to have any self-respect," 

Stiles raises a brow as he pulls his hand away from the other vampire. "Wow, you're horny a lot, don't you masturbate or anything?" 

"Eh, I rather have someone inside me or be in someone, you know, it gives more oomph to everything," Louis is boldly, a huge grin on his face. 

Stiles grins, turning to Louis so he can lean towards his ear. "Maybe one day, I'll fuck you," His hand comes up and rest on Louis' chest, slowly trailing down to his bulge. "but you need to be a good boy for me, or you will never feel me," His other hand rested on the small of Louis' back before trailing down to his ass. 

Stiles bare his fangs and graze them over the pulse point of Louis' neck before he pulls away completely. "Violet," 

"Yes," Violet turns to him, her hands coming to put her hair in a messy bun. "What about me? I wanna be fucked," 

"So, like is this a thing for vampires, are you guys always horny?" 

The three slowly turn around, grinning when they see the pack there. "It's about time you showed yourselves, we smelt your wretched stench from a mile away," Stiles spoke, making his way in between Violet and Louis. 

His hand comes up and grabs both of their necks, turning their heads and pulling them closer to him. "So, are you jealous that we're horny? Or is this some of a surprise party?" He asks, tilting his head so Violet and Louis have more access to his neck. 

They both let out a growl before they surged forward, clamping down on his neck. 

"What are they doing?" Scott asks, trying to ignore all the dead bodies in the church. 

"They're feeding on him, since he's their mate, he might also be their singer. So no matter what he turns into, his blood will be enough for them, like a steroid," Peter explains, taking a step forward as he looks at Stiles. "Stiles, we can talk about this, there doesn't need to be any more blood drawn," 

"Is that a pun, Peter?" Stiles grins, letting out a sigh as Violet and Louis continue to drink his blood. "It's rich coming from someone who killed his own niece and turned a teenage boy into a wolf, you also made Lydia crazy and killed innocent people. If anything, you should be on this side of things, really it's refreshing when the screams of innocent people ring throughout your ears," 

"And someone made me realize that it isn't all about killing, Stiles," Petet took a step forward, his voice laced with emotion, something so foreign to everyone in the room. "You're like a son to me, and I know you didn't kill your father," 

"Hm, I have the taste of his blood still in my mouth if you were curious, it was amazing. Plus, I will never be your son, you were simply a distraction for my father, don't think you ever meant something to me," Stiles spoke, chuckling at the hurt look on Peter's face. "You're pathetic," 

Chapter 30

"This is getting nowhere," Derek growls, his eyes shining red as he looks at the three vampires in front of him. "It's either you die, or leave Beacon Hills," 

Violet and Louis finally pull away from Stiles' neck, letting out a sigh as they wipe the blood off their lips. Like last time, the fang marks don't heal. 

"Listen, Derek," Stiles sighs, a grin forming on his face as he raises his arms in a wide manner. "I don't know if you know this, but Beacon Hills is where I live, so I won't be living. Oh, and the whole dying part, I doubt you can kill us three, I mean a coven full of vampires didn't stand a chance, a couple of mutts isn't any better," 

"Stiles," Jackson looks at the male. "We're trying to help you, we don't like seeing you like this. Derek and the rest of the pack want to kill you, but me, Danny, Ethan, and Peter, we know you're not like this, this isn't you," 

"Ugh, god, I'm tired of hearing 'this is you' and  'you're not a monster' blah, blah, blah," Stiles turns to them again. "Don't any of you just shut up and oh, maybe mind your damn business," 

"You're killing people, Stiles! We can't just ignore that, you know we have a code," Scott yells. 

"Yet you want to kill him," Louis speaks, raising a brow at the group in front. "Also, what about me and Violet? Do we not matter enough to be on your hit list?" 

"Yeah, what's up with that? Like I want to be on a hit list," Violet smirks, then she looks at Lydia who was glaring at her. "I know I'm beautiful, carrottop, but I already have mates," 

Lydia scoffs, rolling her eyes as Scott talks. 

"You're the ones that made him like this, you've been on our "hitlist" since the first body appeared," Scott sneers, his eyes turning red also. 

Violet and Louis look at each other then at Stiles, before the two break into laughter. 

"Oh. My. God," Louis wheezes out, his hand coming up to wipe a tear. "We didn't make him like this if anything, he's the one that made us turn our humanity off," 

"A great idea he did, by the way," Violet sighs with a shake of her head. 

"So, how are we doing this? Like do you attack first? or we attack first?" Stiles hums out, looking across the pack. 

"Here's an idea," Danny finally speaks, causing the three vampires to turn to him. "How about you three, just stop, easy enough, right?" 

Stiles chuckles. "Little witch, how do you think this is going to work? You can't tell us what to do," He shakes his head with a look in his eyes. 

Danny takes a step forward. "Really? Because to me, it looks like you're already obeying me, like an obedient dog," He grins at the three. 

Louis growls, as he goes to speed forward, but he can't, it is like something was grounding him. Stiles and Violet noticed this, they turned back to the pack and went to speed towards them, but they also couldn't move. 

When Danny chuckles, the three look at him with wide eyes. "You see, this is what's wrong with species, you all tend to underestimate a witch's powers. Werewolves, Vampires, Sirens, you name them,  they all simply look down on witches. But let me tell you this, with a little black magic, a witch can do anything," He raised his hands as his head tilted to the side. 

Louis and Violet groan as they fall to their knees, the pain of feeling like they are on fire consuming their body. 

Stiles also felt the sting, but he didn't fall. Instead, his red eyes darkened as he snapped his head to Danny. He lets out a growl, baring his fangs as he tries to fight against Danny. 

Danny clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he intensified the silent spell.  It felt like his head pounding against his skull as he fought with Stiles, the vampire was stronger than he expected. He felt something drip down his nose and he knew it was blood. 

The pain was so overwhelming, that Violet and Louis passed out. Stiles, on the other hand, was still fighting against it, until it became unbearable and finally dropped to his knees. He looked up at Danny, veins popping out of his forehead as he still fought against the spell.

"You... bastard," Stiles grits out before his eyes slowly fall shut and he falls forward, unconscious. 

Danny dropped his hands and heaved out a sigh as he wobbled. Before he can fall back, Ethan rushes to him and catches him. "Hey, I got you," Ethan looks down at him, wiping the blood off his nose. 

"I'm going to pass out, Stiles was too strong," Danny wheezes out. 

Ethan smiles. "You still did it, I'm proud of you, Peter and Jackson will handle the rest, rest," 

"Stay with me?" Danny asks, his eyes slowly closing. 

"Duh," Ethan smiles, leaning down to kiss Danny's sweating forehead. He then looked up at Jackson, who was beside them. "You got it?" 

"Yeah-" 

"We need to kill them, now!" Derek yells, taking off in a sprint to the three unconscious vampires with Scott behind them. 

But just as they grew closer to the three, a shadow formed around Stiles, Violet, and Louis and consumed them. 

"What the- where did they go?" Scott asks, standing in the now empty spot. 

Jackson lets out a chuckle, looking down at Danny who is unconscious in Ethan's hand. "This is why I love Danny, he's too smart for his own good," 

Ethan looked up at his other mate with a grin, wholeheartedly agreeing with the blood.

"Where did they go?! What did Danny do to them?!" Derek yells, turning to the two.

"Hm, I don't remember us being in your pack, so therefore, we don't answer to you, simple," Jackson shrugs, looking to Ethan who easily picks up Danny. "So, if you want, you can follow us, but know, at a certain point, Danny's barrier will block you off." He says with a grin. 

Chapter 31

When Stiles awoke, the first he thought about was to kill Danny Mahealani. He shot up and noticed that he was in a living room, one that didn't look familiar. He looked to the side when he heard a groan, only to see Violet and Louis slowly sitting up. 

"Fucking witch, I'm going to kill that bastard," Louis groans, getting up. 

"You three are finally awake," 

Stiles snapped his head to the voice and upon seeing Danny, his eyes seep to red as he lets out a growl. He speeds forward, only to abruptly stop when he sees the air in front of him ripple. His hands came up and as he reached forward, they came in contact with a barrier. 

"Wow, you're quick with it," Jackson muses from beside Danny, causing Stiles to snap his eyes. 

"Drop this barrier then say something, I'll rip your tongue out," Stiles growls out, bearing his fangs. 

"Shit, we can't get to Stiles," Violet grits, causing everyone in the room to look at her. 

"Well duh, we need to starve you guys, and you can drink off Stiles, connect the dots," Jackson juts his lips as he looks at the girl. 

"When I come out of this, I'm going to kill you, humanity off or not," Violet growls, glaring at the blonde male. 

Jackson chuckles, taking a step closer. "It's that a threat? I don't think you're in the right state of mind to make threats," 

"It's a promise first of all, and second, you don't know me enough, so I would watch it if I was you," Violet looked at him, flipping her hair over his shoulder. 

"Wow, feisty," Jackson chuckles. 

Peter stands up and makes his way to Jackson, grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking him, causing him to stumble into Ethan. "Don't underestimate a vampire, especially these two, they were all that innocent with their humanity on either, they still killed innocent people and they're probably stronger than you," He says, looking at the younger male. 

"Listen to the old man, we don't care who are you, if we feel like it, we'll easily kill you, simple," Louis sighs out, looking to Stiles before he frowns. "I'm going to miss your touch," 

Stiles scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Shut up and try to find a way out," 

Louis pouts, as he turns around and looks at the barrier. 

"Trust me, I've put enough black magic into this, that there isn't a weak point," Danny speaks, looking at three. 

"Using black magic is such a weak move," Stiles chuckles, looking at the tanned male. 

Danny shrugs, obviously not fazed by this. "When there's three strong vampires with their humanity shut off, killing innocent people, you tend to use everything you got to save them," 

"And if we don't want to be saved, then what?" Stiles raises a brow at the male. 

"This isn't a choice for you, Stiles. Like we said multiple times, this isn't you, you're like this just because you lost someone, you're running away from your problems, and you're making it worse," Peter spoke. 

"Says the one that fakes a coma, oh and don't forget about wanting to force literal teenagers to be in your pack, did I also mention that you killed your niece because you went feral because your family died, " Stiles steps closer to the barrier as he looks at Peter with a grin. "Even if you run, or try to accept it all, you're still a murderer Peter. Do you actually think that my dad loved you?" 

Tears filled Peter's eyes as he looked at Stiles, clenching his jaw the vampire grinned at him. "Well he didn't, he was just using you, he needed to get over my mother, so he used another broken, miserable man to cling on to, and you fell for it. You fell for his lies, you fell for the fake smiles, you fell for it all because you were desperate to love again, but now look, you lost someone once again. Like I said, Peter Hale, you're a broken and miserable man who doesn't deserve to be loved, not after what you did," 

A tear fell from Peter's eyes, but he still didn't say anything. 

"Oh god, you made the mutt cry, how pathetic," Violet chuckles out. 

Stiles stares at Peter, smiling widely at the look on the male's face. His red eyes just stared at the male's normal blue eyes, taunting him. Digging into his soul, picking every broken piece of it and breaking it even more. He was the hold in Peter's heart bigger, trying to break the man, and it was slowly working. 

Peter took a deep breath as he swiftly turned on his heels and quickly left the room, hating how small he felt, as if everything Stiles said was true. 

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About a week later, the three vampires were still inside the barriers. But they looked more paler, more tired, more weak as the hours ticked by. 

Peter hasn't been back since what happened last week, and neither Jackson, Ethan nor Danny expected him to come back. For the little time they knew Peter, they knew things like that don't usually get to him, but they guess this is different. 

"Oh, Jacky, how are your parents doing? The ones that adopted you, not the ones that died of course," Stiles finally speaks after a few hours of silence. 

Jackson tensed, his arm around Ethan tightening. 

"What, don't have any comebacks? Come on, Jackson Miller, say something. Do you feel guilty for your parent's death? I mean, your mother was only alive so they could pull you out of her, does it feel good to know that you were the cause of your mom?" Stiles continued to taunt. 

"What about you huh?!" Jackson shoots up from his seat and spins to Stiles, his eyes glowing blue as he glares at the vampire. 

"Seems like you hit a nerve," Louis hums, leaning his head on Violet's shoulder. 

"Maybe the little snake does feel guilty," Stiles hums out, waving a finger at the male. 

"You killed your father, you drained him dry. You were turned and became a monster, did it feel good, huh? To feel your father go limp in your arms? Did it feel good to hear his heart stop or hear him take his last breath of air? Tell me, Stiles. How pathetic do you have to be to turn off your humanity, to shut everything out? At least I can accept my parent's death," Jackson sneers, getting closer to the barrier. 

"Cleary you can't since you got all worked up, and for nothing," Stiles chuckles, his hands coming as he starts to clap. "Nice little tantrum you threw, definitely hit a nerve," He mockingly pouts as he puts a hand over his chest. 

"Fuck you, Stilinski, go to hell," Jackson sneers. 

"I'll see you there, Jackass," Stiles blows him a kiss. 

"Alright, it's time for this to come to an end," Danny sighs, he gets up and rests his hand on Jackson's arm. "Go sit back down with Ethan, I got the rest," 

Jackson didn't say anything, just glared at Stiles who waved at him. He scoffs before turning on his heels and making his way to one of his mates. 

"So, what magic trick are you doing now, magic mike?" Violet asks, looking at the tanned male. 

Danny ignored her as he pulled a dagger out of his pocket. He raises brow his hands and places the blade of the dagger on his left hand as his eyes close. 

"Deperditum explica et erue illud (Unfold what has been lost and pull it forward) ," Danny chants, causing the three vampires to tense as he starts to cut his hand. 

"Oh man, not again," Louis groans as he falls forward, unconscious along with Violet and Stiles, this time the latter not putting up a fight since he was in his weak state. 

Chapter 32

"Stiles?" The therapist speaks, looking up at the male. "Can you hear me?" 

The vampire didn't answer, he just sat there. His whiskey eyes glossed over as he just stared at the floor. His leg was bouncing, his hands fiddling together as he just sat there. 

The therapist looks to the side, seeing Violet and Louis sitting there with concerned looks. "I don't think it's a good idea for him to be here, after everything, he's not ready to talk yet," She says to them. 

Violet let out a soft sigh, nodding as she and Louis got up. They made their way to Stiles and Violet crouched in front of him. 

"Stiles," Violet spoke softly, her hand coming up to rest on his thigh. The male slowly looked up at her, tears in his eyes as his leg stilled from the girl's touch. Violet turned her head and looked at Louis, who understood. 

Louis lets out a soft sigh as he grows closer to Stiles, and when he does, he leans forward and hooks an arm under the male's legs and the other on the small of his back and lifts him up. Stiles didn't hesitate to curl into Louis' arms, his hand gripping the male's shirt as he buried his face in his chest. 

Louis' dead heart broke, he knew what his mate was going through. 

"You two are good for him," The therapist spoke, causing the two vampires to look at him. "My name is Andy. If you need anything, don't be afraid to call me," She says, handing Violet and piece of paper. 

Violet smiles stiffly, taking the paper from the girl. "We will, and thank you, for understanding Stiles," She says. 

Andy looks at Stiles, a sad smile forming on her face. "Well, when you tend to treat someone for so long, you make a bond," She says. "Take care of him, he needs all the love he can get right now," 

"Trust me, we will, we'll stay by his side and not leave this time," Louis smiles at the girl, he turns around and walks towards the door as Violet opens it. "Thanks, Andy," 

"No probably, Louis, I'll see you three next time," The therapist smiles at them, then the vampires speed away and Andy lets out a sigh. "I hope you find the peace you need, Stiles," 

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As Louis and Violet sped into the room, a room that didn't feel the same after everything. A once lively room is now dark and miserable. 

Louis moved to Stiles' bed and slowly crawled onto it, laying down before the other vampire curled more into him, clinging onto him like a koala. 

Violet gently got into bed also and went to the other side of Stiles, putting the male in between them, knowing that he was more comfortable in the middle of the bed. 

It was silent, the three just lying there, and they were all thinking about the same thing. They killed so many people, so many innocent lives, but Stiles was feeling it stronger than the other two since Violet and Louis were used to it. 

"It's all my fault, everyone died because of me," Stiles finally spoke after a few hours of silence, but he just buried his face deeper into Louis' chest. Inhaling the scent of the male. "I forced you to turn off your humanity,"

"Hey, hey, hey," Louis pulls Stiles' head out of his chest. "Look at me, Stiles," He says, but the male doesn't listen. 

"Nothing you say can change what I did, I'm a monster, everything I did, everyone I hurt, It's the Nogitsune all over again," Stiles stresses, sitting up as his breathing becomes rigid. "All the lives I took, I didn't care, I just laughed and had fun. What I said to Peter, I broke him. I killed my dad, everyone fears me. Maybe if I was just gone, if I just disappear, everything will be fine may-" Stiles was suddenly cut off when a hand collided with his cheek. 

Stiles' head recoils to the side before his hand comes up and rests on his cheek. He then looks to the side, staring at Violet with wide eyes. "You slapped me," 

"Because you're being a total idiot!" Violet exclaims, looking at the male with a teary look. "I understand what you're feeling, trust me, me and Louis are the only ones who can understand all of this. But you need to know, Stiles. Yes, you killed people, I also killed people, Louis killed people, but what you didn't do, was kill your father. Lichen forced you to do it, and you know that. I'm not going to be soft with you, because that's not what you need. The hard cold truth is that you killed innocent people, I'm sorry, but it's the truth," 

Stiles dropped his head, looking down at his lap in shame. 

"But you also need to know, is that this is our lives. We're vampires, we survive by drinking blood. You shut off your humanity because you lost your only family, it happens to the best of us. It's also not the first time you will shut it off, so you need to get used to it. Sometimes, your humanity shutting off can be unintentional. Yes, it's dark, yes it's hard to think about taking more lives, but all you can do is try your damn hardest not to. You're not alone, Stiles. Me and Louis will do everything in our power to make you understand this, understand everything," Violet's rant came to an end, her hand resting on Stiles' leg. 

Stiles didn't say anything, having a mental battle with himself. Of course, Louis knew, because his hand came out and interlocked his fingers with Stiles'. The male's thumb rubbed over the back of Stiles' hand, just making sure Stiles knew he wasn't alone. 

"How,  how will I forget everything," Stiles looks up at the male, a tear slipping from his eyes. 

Louis' free hand comes up and he uses his thumb to wipe away the tear. "You don't," He spoke, his black eyes darting across Stiles' face. "I know it hurts, but you have to accept it, and we'll be here, no matter what," 

"Promise me, promise me that you won't leave, I can't lose anyone else," Stiles pleas, his eyes falling shut as Louis' hand cups his cheek. 

"We promise, we won't do what we did before, Stiles, we love you, and will always love you," Violet says softly, moving so her head was resting on Stiles' lap. 

Stiles sniffles, he feels a hand on his head as Louis lays back down letting him rest his head on the vampire's chest. "It's just us three, we don't need anyone else," Stiles mutters. 

"Just us three," Louis kisses the top of Stiles' head as the three just lay there, soaking in the silence and trying to calm everything down. 

Chapter 33

Louis didn't know he fell asleep, it was so sudden, seeing as he barely sleeps. So when he woke up and didn't feel a body in his arms, his eyes snapped open. They quickly adjusted the dark and he didn't see Stiles in bed beside Violet who was sleeping also. 

Unease almost instantly washed over him. "Violet," He spoke. 

The girl tensed as she woke up, her eyes opening and adjusting in the dark. "We fell asleep, we haven't slept in ages," 

"Yeah, that's not important right now, where's Stiles?" Louis asks, and this causes the girl to be on guard. 

She sat up as Louis did the same, and they looked around the room, but nothing was out of the wack. The window was closed and the room door was cracked open, just like they left it. But they didn't smell his scent, even though his scent was still all over the room, they didn't smell the source of it. 

The two vampires quickly got out of bed, pulling on their shoes, seeing as they were in their pajamas, thanks to Stiles forcing them to wear them. 

Louis walked out of the room, hearing Violet behind him. "Stiles?" He called out, he stopped at Noah's room and he hesitated, it didn't feel right to look in there. So instead, he just focused on his hearing and didn't hear anything. 

Turning to the stairs, the two vampires looked at each other before they simultaneously walked down the wooden steps. As they made it to the last stair, they broke off into two directions. Violet went into the living room and Louis went to the kitchen.

As the male stepped foot into the kitchen, he felt his dead heart dropped. There, lying on the counter two very familiar pieces of jewelry. 

"Violet," He calls, walking to the counter. 

Violet rushes into the kitchen, stopping when she sees Louis with his back turned. "What is it?" As she watched Louis slowly turn around, she grew more curious. But just as he was fully facing her, her eyes widened and an unnecessary breath was caught in her throat. 

Louis was holding the necklace and ring they had given Stiles, which were also his two daylight items. 

Violet then looks behind the male, looking out the window. The sky was slightly lit, indicating that the sun was coming up. "Stiles," She shakily gasps out. 

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Stiles stood in the clearing of the woods, tears running down his face as just stood there. The guilt he was feeling was overwhelming. He killed so many people, and not just when he had his humanity off, but when he was possessed also. It was his hands, blood on his hands. 

Everyone saw him as some type of monster, and just got worse when he shut his humanity off and it was because he killed his father. Even Scott wanted to kill him, someone hated the idea of killing, someone who says everyone deserves a second chance. 

But Stiles guesses that it was his second chance, he didn't deserve to live after he took innocent lives, after he ruined other lives. No one cared for him, and he knew that. 

He looks up, seeing the sun rise slowly. This was how he was going to go, the sun killing him. As his arms opened, and his eyes shut as his body shook with sobs. 

He took in a deep breath and waited, but just as the sun was so close, a desperate voice sounded. 

"Stiles!" 

Before the vampire can react, a body crashes into him causing the two to stumble and roll on the ground. Stiles then felt a hand grip his wrist before he felt something cold slide around his finger. 

Finally, the sun came out fully and shone onto the Stiles, but nothing happened. 

"You fucking bastard!" 

Stiles opened his eyes, feeling something fall onto his face. He looked up, seeing green eyes filled with tears glaring down at him. 

"Violet," Stiles spoke but winced and tensed when he felt a punch in his shoulder. 

"You bastard! Why would you try and kill yourself?! Are you insane?!" Violet yells in anger, the tears falling on top of Stiles as her hair falls loosely beside her. 

"I don't deserve to live, there's nothing here for me," Stiles whispered, looking up at Violet. 

"Yes, there is!" Violet's hand comes up and strikes Stiles' face, causing the male's head to recoil to the side. "I'm here, Louis is here!" She slapped him again and Stiles just let her. "You fucking idiot! How can you be so selfish?! What about us, huh?! Were you going to just burn to death and leave us alone?!" 

Stiles didn't answer as Violet slapped him once more before she weakly punched his chest. He didn't say anything as the girl's head fell into his chest and as an instance, his arms came up and wrapped around the girl. 

As she cried into his shirt, he looked to the side, seeing Louis standing there with tears of his own falling down his face. 

"For once, Stiles, you're an idiot," Louis choked out, trying to keep the tears from falling; However, it was a bit hard. 

That was when it hit Stiles, as he looked at Louis and his broken expression, as he heard Violet sob uncontrollably into his chest, that's when he realized that what he did was reckless. He realized at that very moment, that he couldn't run from his past, he couldn't run from anything. Because if he does, he'll be leaving behind the only two people he had left in his life. Two people who were by his side since the beginning. 

His arms tightened around Violet's smaller frame, and he buried his nose into the girl's hair. "I'm sorry," Is all Stiles could get out, letting his tears fall. "I'm so sorry," 

"You're so stupid, why would you try to kill yourself? You were going to leave us," Violet continued to cry, not pulling her head out from Stiles' chest. "You scared me," 

"I'm sorry," Stiles repeats. 

Chapter 34

  About four months later, everything seemed to slowly go back to normal. Well, not so much, but Stiles seemed to accept what he had done. He didn't want to, he didn't want to feel guilt and hurt, but thanks to Violet and Louis, he managed to get through it. 

As of right now, he was cleaning the house as Violet and Louis were out feeding. He felt so many emotions as he moved around the house, hell, he always would think back to the memories in the house. 

As he turned to the living room, it was like a memory formed. His dad was sitting on the couch with his mom beside him, and little him was on the floor. He couldn't remember what happened that day, but he knew it was something fun. 

Deep down, he knew he didn't kill his father or mother, but he felt like he could've prevented it. Maybe he could've helped his mom and made her feel better, even though he knew it was impossible. Maybe he could've fought against Lichen's sire bond, but it was impossible until he was hollowed. 

He took in a shaky breath, making his way to the loveseat in the living room and sitting down. He can still taste the blood of his father on his tongue, and the feeling of him going limp in his arms. Even when Stiles was a monster, Noah did his best to reassure his son that everything was okay. 

A broken sob fell from Stiles' lips, dammit, he really misses his dad and his mom. It was hard to accept Claudia's death, but now he needed to accept Noah's. He knew he could do it, he knew it wasn't his fault and he couldn't actually do anything to prevent it, of course, he knew, but it still hurt. 

Taking a deep breath, his hands came up and wiped away the fallen tears as he heard the front door open. Not even a second later, a slightly bigger body was on top of him and pinning him down onto the loveseat. 

Stiles groans as Louis puts his full weight on him, burying his head into his shoulder as his blonde curls tickle his face. 

"You're crying," Louis mumbles into his neck, his arms snaking their way around Stiles' waist. 

Stiles sighs. "I need to cry, it's going to be hard, to accept everything, but it takes time," He says softly, hating the fact that Louis worries about him. "As long as you and Violet are we, I can get through it, it might be slow, but I will," 

Louis didn't say anything at first to place a tender kiss on Stiles' neck and lift his head to look at the whiskey eyes. "We'll be with you, we won't leave again," He spoke sincerely, his eyes locking with Stiles'. 

Stiles just stared at Louis' eyes, after being turned into a vampire, he had enjoyed some of the perks. Like the heightened sight, he can see the little grey specks in Louis' black eyes, and yes they were black. Somehow, it was sort of lighter than his pupil, but it also fitted the male. 

Stiles would have never guessed black eyes would look nice, but staring into Louis' eyes, he saw the beauty in them. The gold specks filled the black void of it, but it reminded Stiles of a dark night with stars. He can stare into the male's eyes forever if he is able to. 

Louis breaks into a dopey grin, his hands coming up to rest on Stiles' chest. He felt his stomach tightened as Stiles just stared. "I like it when you stare, it gives me butterflies," 

Stiles chuckles, leaning in to peck Louis' lips. "Your obsession with me is cute," He says, watching Louis get off his lap with a shrug. 

"When it comes to you, I have no self-respect, but can anyone blame me? Some of your fans will agree with me," Louis looks at the male. 

"My fans?" Stiles asks with a raised brow, obviously not understanding. 

Louis just shakes his head with a sigh. "Never mind, you wouldn't get it," 

Stiles shrugged with a chuckle, turning around to face Violet. He made his way to the girl a smile formed on his lips. As he got close enough, his hands came up and grabs the girl by her waist and pulled her close. 

"Why are you always quiet?" Stiles spoke softly, looking down at the girl. 

"Because I like watching you two, is that a problem?" Violet raises a perfectly plucked brow. 

Stiles grins, a hand coming up to push a few strands of Violet's hair behind her ear. "No, I like your obsession with me also," He mutters, locking eyes with the girl. 

Just like Louis, he admired Violet's eyes. 

Stiles was mesmerized by the girl's eyes, they were this emerald green, and he could see the gold flecks in them. There were some brown aspects to her eyes, but it seemed to make them look more beautiful. His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips, they were filled and looked quite juicy in his opinion. 

"Just kiss me already," Violet spoke, her eyes not moving from Stiles' eyes. He also had beautiful eyes, they were whiskey with the obvious gold hue to it and some gold flecks. She loved staring at his whenever she had the chance, because why not. 

Stiles breaks into a grin, his eyes darting back up and locking eyes with the girl. His hand moved to the side of the girl's neck as his thumb rested on his cheek before he leaned in. 

Their lips connected in a soft, short kiss before they pulled away. 

"I love you, you know that right," Stiles spoke, feeling someone behind him. "Both of you," He says as Louis' arms wrap around his waist and he feels a headrest in between his shoulder blades. 

"We love you too," Louis mumbles out, his arms squeezing around Stiles. 

A couple of hours later the couple were in bed. Louis and Violet had their heads resting on Stiles' chest as the three lay in silence, it was boring seeing as they didn't have anything to do. 

"I wanna do something, like go out clubbing or something," Louis mumbles, his fingers running up and down Violet's hand that was resting on Stiles' stomach. 

"It feels like I haven't gone clubbing in years," Violet says. 

"I know a place we can go," Stiles spoke, looking at the two when they lifted their heads up. "It's called the jungle, and it's kind of a gay bar," 

"Eh, it's better than nothing," Violet shrugs. "Also, you and Louis are kinda gay, you kiss, grope each other, cuddle. If it was for me, you two will be two fags in a blanket," 

"Ah, excuse me, we are not fags ," Louis looks at her offended. 

"I mean," Stiles starts, causing Louis to look at him. "You are like super gay for me, and I can't deny that I'm kinda gay for you, so we are kinda fags," 

"See, he gets it," Violet points a finger at one of her lovers. 

Louis sighs as he shakes his head, a chuckle falling from his lips. "You two are unbelievable," 

Chapter 35

Stiles stood in his bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror as he heard Violet and Louis in his room. He lets out a sigh, his hand running down the red crop top he has on. Did it look good on him? He didn't have defined abs to show up, or a lot of muscles, so he was second-guessing it. 

Suddenly a gust of wind blew behind him and he felt cold hands on his stomach. He looked in the mirror to see Louis' black eyes staring at his body. 

With a head shake, Stiles pulled Louis to the side of him. The vampire was also wearing a crop top, but this was in black and the two wore black jeans. 

"Why are we letting Violet dress us?" Louis asks jokingly, looking at himself in the mirror. 

"Because I know how to dress slutty," Violet's voice spoke as she appeared in the middle of the males. She was wearing a black and red laced corset that pushed up her boobs and gave her an hourglass figure as she wore a black skirt with fishing net leggings. 

Stiles' eyes trailed from Violet's legs to her chest as his eyes darkened, causing the girl to chuckle.

"If I have that effect on you, then I succeeded in my outfit," She says cockily, watching the two males basically eye fuck her through the mirror. "Now, we just need to make you two a little more hot," 

"But I'm already hot," Louis grins, looking at Violet as she steps in front of Stiles. 

The girl just rolled her eyes as her hands came up and went to Stiles' hair, she started to ruffle and tug on it, giving it the after-sex hair. She then dropped her hands and grabbed the hem of his pants, pulling it down slightly to show off his v-line and the happy trail that disappeared into the black pants. 

Violet hums, she turns around, grabs the bag on the bathroom sink counter, and opens it. She pulls out an eyeliner pen and turns back to Stiles. "Look up," She instructs and when Stiles does, she starts to apply the eyeliner. "You already have long eyelashes so this eyeliner should make you look more hot, or sexy in my opinion," 

"Why do we have to dress up? We're just going to a club," Stiles says, still looking up at the ceiling. He never did any of this before, so yes, he was confused. 

"Because we have to be the hottest ones there, we need to make an entrance, show everyone that they can never be us," Violet spoke, with a last-minute decision, she put wings on the side of Stiles' eyes, biting her lips as she pulled away. "Damn, now I know what Louis doesn't have self respect when it comes to you," 

Stiles drops his head and looks down at the girl with wide eyes, if he could blush, he knew his face would've been red. He took in a shaky breath as Violet just shamelessly soaked in his appearance. "U-um, you're staring," 

"Babe, you had your dick inside me, I can stare if I want," Violet says sassily, turning to face Louis as she flips her hair over her shoulder. 

Louis grinned down at the girl, his hands coming up to grab her waist as her hands came up and tangled in his hair to mess with. Violet sucked in her lip as she grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged roughly, causing the male to let out an unexpected moan. 

"Ow, you bitch," Louis mockingly glares at her as she drops her hands. 

"Thank you," Violet hums, her hands dropped to Louis' pants and did the same thing she did with Stiles. She pulled them down until his v-line was on display and the patch of hair he had. She reaches into the pack of her pocket and takes out the eyeliner she had put in there.

She hums, looking back up at Louis. "Look up," She instructs, and Louis easily complies as she feels Violet start to apply the eyeliner. 

As she finishes, she drops her hands and moves out of Louis' hold. "Stiles, Louis go to the room, I need to reapply the nail polish on your hands," 

Stiles brows furrowed, he looked down at his hands to see that the black nail polish was in fact chipped. "Do you enjoy this? Using us like your life-size dolls?" He asks with a grin as he looks up at the shorter girl. 

"As I said before, both of your dicks were in me, and may I add you two cummed in me, so yes, I'll use you as my lifesize dress-up dolls if I want," Violet turns to the two males with a raised brow, daring them to say anything. 

Stiles just chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "No need to be scary, I just asked a question, we'll be in the room," 

Louis chuckles as he follows Stiles out of the bathroom. 

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The three vampires stepped out of Stiles' jeep, Louis excitedly cheering as he stepped to Violet's side, seeing as the girl was in the middle. 

"Why are you so damn energetic," Violet huffs out, but she wasn't really complaining. 

"Well, I mean you're normally monotone and Stiles just recently turned emo, so someone needs to be energetic," Louis looks at her with a frown, causing Stiles to snap his head at him with a surprised look. 

"Really?" Stiles says with a raised brow. 

Louis smiles sheepishly at him. "Sorry, too soon?" 

"Just a little," Stiles rolls his eyes before he starts to make his way to the entrance of the jungle.

"Stiles! Wait, are you mad at me?" Louis calls out, but he deflates as Stiles raises his hand and sticks his middle finger at him. "Awe man, he's mad at me," He pouts, but it seems like every changed when Stiles turned his head and grins at him, sending him a wink.  

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Stiles, Violet, and Louis sat at the bar of the jungle. The three have a glass in front of them, and Stiles frowns. 

"Can we even get drunk?" Stiles asks, looking down at the cup of whiskey, and he grimaces as he smells something else inside the drink. "Also, what is that smell?" 

"Vervain, if you want to get drunk, the vervain helps to weaken our immune system; now drink up." Violet grabs her cup and brings it to her lips, wincing when the sting goes down her throat. 

Louis looks at his cup and shrugs as he purses his lips, he then quickly reaches for his cup and downed it, coughing as he puts the cup on the counter. "Ew, that's disgusting," 

Stiles chuckles and shakes his head, he looks down at the cup of whiskey in his hands and nibbles on his bottom lip. With a deep sigh, he reaches for it and downs the drink, making a noise at the vervain going down his throat. 

"Another one, please," Stiles calls out. "Matter of fact, give me 10 more, thank you," The bartender nods and walks away to go make the drinks. 

"We're going to have a long night," Louis says with an excited grin as he fiddles with Stiles' hand. 

Chapter 36

A circle was formed around the stage as everyone cheered and the drag queens sang, but the show wasn't on them. It was on the couple in the middle of the dance floor. 

Stiles looked down at Violet as she ground against him, his hand sliding up her hip as Louis' hand traveled up his arm. The three bodies were swaying to the music, they were all breathing heavily as they danced against each other. 

Stiles' hand rested on Violet's back, slowly moving down as the girl bent over and ran her hands up her legs. She quickly turned around, looking up at Stiles before she reached up and grabbed his arm to turn them. 

As the girl was now in between the two males, she turned to the side as Stiles' hand to her back and Louis' hand came to her stomach, both of them swaying their hips against the girl. 

The two let out a deep growl as they leaned their faces in, burying them into each side of Violet's neck. Violet's hands trailed up Stiles and Louis' back before she tangled them into their hair. Just as the music came to an end, the three stood still in a pose. 

Even though it was unnecessary, they were breathing heavily as silence filled the room before it erupted with cheers seconds later. 

"You saw it, first-hand folks, a threeway couple can in fact work! And that's coming from someone who enjoys a steamy threesome, everyone gives it up for, Stiles, Violet, and Louis!" The drag queen, also known as Ruby, cheers. 

Everyone cheers again as Stiles and Louis pull away from Violet. The dance floor started to fill up again as the music started playing and Stiles let out a sigh. 

"We should get out of here, and go back to the house," Stiles offers with a look, and just by his scent, the two vampires knew what he meant. 

"Are you sure? We don't need to rush things to how it was before," Violet says softly, her hand softly grabbing Stiles' arm. 

"Yes, my love, I'm sure," Stiles assured her with a small smile. 

"Hell, who am I to complain," Louis speaks, grabbing both Stiles and Violet's hands. "To the house, we go," He says, pulling them towards the exit as Violet and Stiles laugh. 

As Louis pulls the other two out of the jungle, they all laugh as they make their way to Stiles' jeep. Don't worry, the alcohol has long worn off, thanks to their healing. 

But just as they got closer to the Jeep, the three vampires all tensed as the smell of wet dogs filled their noses. Stiles tensed as his breathing grew rigid, Violet and Louis were beside and the latter was grabbing his face to turn his head. 

"Stiles, it's okay, we can speed away, we don't need to talk to them," Louis spoke, smelling the wolves get closer.

"Don't you dear take another fucking step!" Violet yells, stepping in front of the two males as she glares at the pack. 

"We just want to talk, there's no need to start anything," Derek spoke, looking at the three vampires, his wolf growling and aching to come out and fight. 

"There's nothing to talk about, he's doesn't care about any of you, so leave us alone, I won't ask again," Violet spoke, keeping her stance in front of her two mates. 

"We need to hear it from Stiles, if he doesn't care about us, he needs to say it to us," Scott spoke up, this look on his face. 

Louis looked at Stiles, whiskey eyes looking into black twilight ones. Stiles' hand came up and gripped Louis' wrist, needing to ground himself as they just stared at each other. 

"I'm here, Violet is here, we won't go nowhere. Just tell them off, tell them how you feel, don't hold back, you need to get it over your chest, me and Violet will be by your side while you do it," Louis spoke softly, it was odd for him to not be joking or teasing, but he knew when the time was right or not. 

"Promise?" Stiles forced out his wide whiskey eyes that held fear and uncertainty as he looked up at Louis. 

"Promise," Louis says, making sure his tone and scent told Stiles how true that promise was. 

Stiles nodded, closing his eyes and letting the feeling of Louis' hands on his face spread throughout his body. He took an unneeded breath before he slowly let out, his eyes open and they had this look in them and it caused Louis to grin. 

"There's the Stiles I know," Louis quickly leans forward to peck Stiles on the lips before he pulls away and drops his hand. 

Stiles squared his shoulders as he stepped around Louis and next to Violet who stepped back. The three vampires took a formation, Stiles in the middle as Violet and Louis were on either side of him. 

"What do you want?" Stiles spits out, his tone sharp. 

Scott took a step forward but stopped when two growls sounded. He looked up at Stiles, this look of confusion on his face. "We just want to talk Stiles, what we did, it was wrong-" 

"You wanted to kill me!" Stiles yells, taking a step forward. "I understand what I was doing was wrong, hell I even tried to commit fucking Suicide! But to know that you, out of everyone, Scott McCall wanted to kill me! Someone who doesn't believe in killing, someone who swears everyone has good in them. We were best friends once, Scott, we shared secrets, we shared laughs, we shared tears! Imagine how I felt when I heard you wanted to kill me. That you didn't disagree, it fucking hurt!" 

"You were killing innocent people, Stiles!" Scott suddenly yells before he calms down. "I was doing what was right, we didn't know what else to do," 

"Bullshit!" Stiles' voice booms, his eyes slowly turning red which makes the pack all tense. "You did, Jackson and Danny tried to explain to you, but you were just stuck on killing me! How can you stand there and act like I'm the only bad guy? What about Theo? Huh?! When I told you he was evil, that he was a danger, and you swore he wasn't! You saw the good in him! You even believed him over me! You're a hypocrite, Scott. All of this, everything you did, is it because of Allison? Huh, do you still hate me for that?" 

"Don't say her name," Scott growls out. 

"No, Scott, I will say her name! Even though you distanced yourself from me when you two were dating, I still cared for both of you. Allison was my best friend, so I'll say her name. I understand what happened with her, I understand your pain. Just own up to it Scott, after the Nogitsune our friendship broke, just say it," Stiles shakes his head with a huff. 

"Fine!" Scott yells, his eyes also turning red as he takes a step forward. "Yes, I hated you after the whole Nogitsune! Yes, I couldn't look at you and not think of a way to kill you because of what you did Allison! What you did, Stiles, you're a monster! I'm sorry, but you need to hear it! You're a-" Scott didn't get to finish as he suddenly felt a hand grab his neck and claws dig into his skin as everything lit and he was slammed onto the ground. 

As the concert under him cracked, a pained yelp fell from his lips as his hands instinctively came up and grabbed the arm. He looked up and his red eyes widened when he saw darker eyes looking down at him. 

"You think I know that?!" Stiles yells, spit flying everywhere as he pushes Scott against the ground. "You don't think I know I'm a fucking monster?!" 

Derek and the rest of the pack tensed, the former went to move towards the two, but two figures appeared in front of him. 

"Any of you mutts move, we won't hesitate to attack," Louis warns, his and Violet's eyes slowly turning red and the pack just growled but didn't move. 

"Look at me, Scott! I know I'm a monster! I killed people, I drank their blood! I can still hear their screams, their pleas for help! I can still feel their bodies going limp against me! I can still picture the life leaving their eyes!" Stiles yells, spit flying over everyone as he glares down at Scott. What caught Scott off guard was the tears that formed in Stiles' eyes before a tear fell onto his cheek. "I can still hear my father's heart stop," Stiles mutters out, his tone taking a whole turn and filling with hurt. 

"S-Stiles," Scott croaks out, feeling the vampire push down his windpipe. 

"I get it, after the Nogitsune, you hated me, the pack hated me, I get it, I do. But for you to stand there, and act like you're any better is what gets me angry, at least I'm owning up to it, so I won't let you or anyone else try and bring me down when I'm already as low as I can be," Stiles finally loosened his grip, getting up and walking away from Scott. 

Said werewolf sat up and wheezed as he rubbed his neck, his head lifting to look at Stiles who had his back to him. 

"From here on out, if any of you approach me or try and harm me, I will not stop Violet and Louis from killing you," Stiles looked back at Scott and Pack as the two vampires sped to his side. His eyes were back to his signature whiskey eyes, but they were different. 

They were dimmer, distant, the old Stiles that everyone knew when everything first started were now gone. There was no turning back, the man standing in front of them only had two people, and that was Violet Tansy and Louis Ambrose. 

Chapter 37

Stiles held Violet by the neck as he slammed her against the wall. He leans down and captures her lips in a rough kiss which the vampire quickly accepts; kissing back with just as much passion. He then felt someone behind him and he didn't think as he reached back and grabbed the arm. 

Louis let out a yelp as Stiles pulled him forward, making his back collide with the wall. He looked down at the male as he pulled away from Violet. "Stiles," He says breathlessly. 

"Shut up, I have anger to release and I'm horny." Stiles growls out, looking up at the male before he moves forward and connects their lips. 

It felt like it was forever since Louis felt Stiles' lips on his, and he eagerly kissed back; his hand came up to cup Stiles' cheek. His eyebrows climb his forehead as he pushes forward, deepening the kiss and letting out a moan when Stiles bites down on his bottom lip before pulling away. 

Violet and Louis didn't have any time to think before a hand grabbed both of their arms and everything blurred around them. Next thing either of them knows they're being thrown on the bed with Violet at the bottom and Louis in the middle. 

Louis looked up at Violet with wide eyes, obviously not expecting Stiles to be this rough with them. They then turned their heads to the third vampire; only to see him pulling off the clothes he had on tonight. 

"By the time I'm finished, you better have your clothes off," Stiles spoke, not looking at them. 

The demand seemed to put the two cold-bloods into overdrive. They quickly got with the program and adjusted themselves on the bed; quickly taking off their clothes. 

Clothes were flying everywhere, yet somehow all ended up in a pile by the bedside table.

When Stiles finally pulled off his socks and threw them to the pile with the rest of the clothes. He looked towards his bed; his teeth teeth down on his bottom lip.

Louis and Violet sat there in their underwear as they looked at him, waiting. 

"Jesus," He groans out, feeling the control slowly slipping. He never felt this before, even when they first had sex.

It was this sense of control he wanted; A sense of being the only one who can demand them in such a way.

But he couldn't, he wouldn't do that to them.

Lichen was like that and he refused to be like him. 

"You're not like him," Violet spoke, it was as if she could feel the mental battle he was having; and in some kind of way, she could. "Stop it, you're nothing like Lichen; now hurry up, let's not ruin the mood," 

Stiles looked up at them; Violet was staring at him, and Louis, the male was wildly winking at him.

"Uh, are you okay?" Stiles asks, raising a brow at the curly-haired vampire.

"Me? No, I have a chance to be fucked by you and you're taking soooooo long," Louis whines, his hand coming up to move a strand of hair out of his face. 

Stiles chuckles, and he shakes his head, yeah he's nothing like Lichen.

He appreciates Violet and Louis; he listens to them; understands them, and makes sure they're comfortable. With that thought and the sudden scent of lust wafting off the two vampires in his bed made his mind short-circuit with want.

A growl fell past his lips and without a thought, he was near the bed in a matter of milliseconds. He stood over Louis, and the male stared at him with wide eyes; anticipation swimming through them. 

Stiles' hand came up and rested under Louis' chin, and tilted his head up. Stiles' eyes fell to the way Louis' adams apple bobbed as the male gulped. He lets out a chuckle before he leans down, stopping a few inches from Louis' lips. 

"You're so eager for me, and I barely did anything, do you want me that bad?" He whispered, his breath fanning over Louis' lips before the male nodded. "I need words, Myszko, I need words." 

At that very moment, Louis fell in love all over again. "Y-yes, I need you, really fucking back." He submitted quickly.

This was a dream come true for Louis.

Stiles broke into a smirk as his lips ghosted over Louis'; his hand came trailing down the pale skin, feeling it tense and spasm under his cold touch. His fingertips slid across Louis' neck before he wrapped his fingers around it. Louis' mouth parted, letting out a low gasp as he felt Stiles' tighten his hold on his neck. He was suddenly pushed down closer to the bed; all he could do was just look up at the whiskey eyes that he loved.

"Turn around and focus on Violet, while I focus on you," Stiles' tone wasn't up for any objections. He was the one in charge tonight, and one of the other vampires was complaining.

Stiles then pulled away from Louis, not looking away from the nearly naked man.

Did Louis hesitate to listen? No, no he did not. Matter of fact, he quickly turned around and crawled up on the bed, looking at Violet with a sense of want. As he got closer to the girl, hands grabbed his hips, stopping him. 

"Ah, ah, no kissing her lips, warship her body." Stiles spoke, his hands squeezing Louis' waist. He felt the vampire shiver under the touch and it just made him grin wider. 

Louis looked at Violet again, and the look in the girl's eyes quite literally took Louis' breath away. Keeping eye contact, he slowly leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on the girl's stomach, before his tongue darted out and ran from her belly button to the spot where the hem of her bra stops. 

His black eyes looked into green ones, and it caused Violet to let out a sigh as her head fell back. She loved it when Louis did this, focused on her body, and made her feel this kind of way. 

Louis' hands rested on the girl's thighs as they slowly trail up the pale legs, passing her panties and up to her hips before sliding to her back and making the girl lift herself up. His hands continued their adventure before they stopped at the clips of her bra.

With one swift motion, the clip was off and Louis was pulling the black laced bra off his lover. 

As Violet's breast fell out, Louis' eyes darkened as his hands slowly slid from Violet's back and to her chest. "So beautiful, I can never get over how they look," Louis says shamelessly, causing Violet to scoff. 

"You're so weird." She says. 

Louis looks up at her, a smirk forming as he flashes his fangs. "Thank you," He says, leaning up to kiss the spot in between the girl's boobs before he moves to one and brings her nipple into his mouth. 

Stiles was watching the whole scene, enjoying the way Louis did in fact warship Violet; he needed more, and his eyes fell on Louis' back.

Louis' back was toned and filled with muscle. Stiles watched as Louis' back muscles flexed and tensed. It was obvious Louis used to work out before he was turned, and ever since, his body just stood the same, never changing. 

Stiles' eyes trailed down the male's body, biting his lips at the slimness of Louis' waist and his lower back dimples. His eyes then fell to Louis' ass, and maybe he did enjoy the view. His pupils dilated as he was overwhelmed with the scent of his mates.

He moved forward, and as his hands rested on the small of Louis' back, the vampire let out a hum. 

One of Stiles' hands moves down until his finger slides under the band of the male's black boxer briefs. He slowly started to pull them down and didn't miss the way Louis' pushed out his butt and it made Stiles chuckle. 

He got fully behind the male as he pulled the last piece of clothing off and left Louis exposed to the cold air. He had to bite his lip to suppress a groan.

"You have a nice ass," Stiles spoke, looking up when Louis pulls away from Violet to look over his shoulder. 

"Perfect to be fucked." Louis locked eyes with Stiles before they trailed down to the obvious tent in the male's boxers. "What are you waiting for, Stiles?" 

Stiles just grins, his hand coming up to his boxers before he starts to pull them off. Lifting his leg, he kicked off his last piece of clothing and situated himself in between Louis' legs. 

"I would eat you out, but I know you like the pain, so we'll do this dry." Stiles looks up at him; hearing the moan fall from Louis' mouth as they both look at each other, but Stiles raises a brow. "Don't look at me, focus on Violet." He orders. 

Louis grinned as he turned his back to the girl. One of his hands trailed from the girl's stomach to the front of her underwear, which was already soaked with her juices. Louis looked down, his eyes filling with more fervency as the scent of the girl filled his nose. 

He slowly leaned forward until his head was in between the girl's legs and his breath fanned over Violet's clothed pussy; causing a shiver to run through the girl's body. 

"Louis!" Violet exclaims as she feels the male's lips suck over her clothed clit. Her hands slammed against the bed as she grabbed fist fulls of the sheets and Louis' tongue then ran over her folds. 

Louis hums, his hand trailing to the band of Violet's underwear to slowly pull it off as he pulls his face away, licking his lips and savoring the taste of the girl on his tongue. 

Louis jolted when he felt a weight rest on his ass. "Stiles," 

"Shh, don't look at me, focus on Violet." He whispered, his hand coming up to run down Louis' back as his other hand grabbed the base of his cock. "You know, Louis, I've been waiting to feel you around me for so long." He says. 

Louis didn't say anything as he leaned down to place a short kiss on Violet's folds which caused the girl to let out a sigh, finally getting what she wanted; despite this, Louis did moan when Stiles' hand pushed down on his lower back making him arch it. 

Stiles' hand then moved down to Louis' left cheek and grabbed it; his groan filtered through the room as he looks down at the male's ass before moving the tip of his cock to the vampire's hole.

"Take a deep breath," He spoke. 

Louis was too busy eating Violet and her moans filled his ears to comprehend Stiles pushing his tip past the ring of muscle. Suddenly, Stiles thrusts forward roughly, causing Louis to jolt forward as he buried deep in the male. 

Stiles hunched over Louis, a shaky breath falling past his lips as the male's insides hugged around his length. "Shit, Louis, you're tight," 

Louis pulled his mouth out of Violet and rested his forehead on the girl's thigh, letting out a strangled groan as he tried to adjust to Stiles' length.

"Dammit, you're big, it hurts," He grits out. 

Stiles lets out a soft sigh, one of his hands rubbing Louis' arm to soothe him. "It's okay, babe, I won't move until you're ready," 

Louis nodded stiffly, he couldn't speak or even think straight as Stiles stood inside him; this was too overwhelming. Another shiver ran up his spine as Stiles' hand ran down from the middle of his shoulder blades to the low of his back, moving to his hip to rub soothing circles on it. 

"Breathe," Stiles whispers, leaning forward to place a kiss on Louis' shoulder.

Louis' eyes fell shut as he listened to Stiles' voice, letting out a soft sigh as his body relaxed. "O-okay, you can move now," 

Stiles kissed up Louis' shoulder to his neck before he grazed his teeth over the pulse point.

Stiles pulled his hips back as he leaned up, his hands softly grabbing Louis' waist before he pushed back in, hearing the male groan under him. A groan of his own fell past his lips as he kept a steady pace, letting Louis get used to his size. 

Violet, on the other hand, looked up at Stiles before they locked eyes and the scene in front of her just turned her on even more. Suddenly she felt something hot on her folds and she roughly bit down on her lip, not expecting Louis to continue his work on her. 

Her hand flew up and grabbed a fist full of Louis' hair, a gasp falling from her lips as her legs shook and they closed around Louis' head. 

Stiles movement started to pick up pace and his head fell back as he let out a groan at the way Louis felt around him. He heard the other vampire moan against Violet, which sent vibrations up the girl's body. 

The room slowly filled with skin-on-skin slapping as Stiles set a merciless pace, snapping and rolling his hips as he filled Louis. 

Louis' arms snaked around Violet's leg as he squeezed them, causing the girl to moan as her hand tightened in his hair which made the male groan. Her head tilted as she moaned out, the movements from Louis being too much for her. 

She then looks up, her hooded eyes locking with Stiles. As Stiles pounded into Louis, his eyes stared into Violet's before he broke into a smirk and winked at her. Violet bit her lips, her eyes running over Stiles' body. 

She enjoyed the way his veins popped out as his hands gripped Louis' waist and the way his muscles contracted, a sinful yet sexy scene she could watch forever. She then felt the familiar knot in her stomach and her mouth fell open. 

"L-Louis," She moans out. The blonde just lets out a growl as he quickens his pace, his arms tightening around Violet's legs. His tongue was deep inside her, hitting places that he knew were there. One of his hands left one of her legs to trail to her clit.  "F-fuck!" She shouted, her legs crushing Louis' face as her body shook in bliss.

A deep huff fell past Louis' nose as the taste of Violet intensified; he didn't stop his tongue movements. He continued even when Violet's orgasm came to a slow stop, making his face wetter as the girl squealed at the overstimulation. 

Violet's legs moved from around Louis' head as she gripped the sheets, trying to pull away from the feeling but Louis' arms kept her in place. "L-Louis!" She moaned, tears filling her eyes as he continued.  

Suddenly Louis' felt a hand in his hair; this one was larger as it grabbed a fist full of his dirty blonde curls as he was roughly pulled away from Violet's soaking pussy. 

A huff fell from Louis' mouth as he licked his lips, groaning at the taste of Violet and the hand in his hair. His black eyes were hooded as Stiles rested the vampire's head on his shoulder as he leaned down to Louis' ear. "How did she taste," He grunts, slamming his hips against Louis' ass and burying his length in Louis. 

Louis lets out a strangled moan, his hands coming up and moving behind him to grab Stiles' ass to steady himself. 

"I bet she tasted good, and I bet I feel so good inside you, filling you up, don't I," Stiles muttered into the vampire's ear, rolling his hips which just caused Louis to moan again. "Do you want someone wrapped around you? Huh, will you like to feel Violet's warmth around you while I fuck you?" 

"M-mhm," Louis whimpers out, his head nodding but the motion was limited seeing as Stiles' hold on his hair kept his head firm on his shoulder. 

Stiles pulled slightly, causing Louis to groan as his scalp burned. "I need words, or I'll pull out and end everything here," 

Louis gulped, trying to gather his voice. "Y-yes! Yes, yes! I want to fuck Violet! I want you to fuck me! Fuck! Just move!" Louis babbles out, moving his hips trying to get some sort of sensation. 

Stiles lets out a deep chuckle, the noise echoing throughout the room. His hand that was in Louis' hair lets go and the hand on the male's hips falls as Stiles grabs Violet's legs and roughly pulls her closer, making the girl's legs wrapped around their legs. 

Stiles' hand came back to Louis' hair and moved his head to look at Violet. "Look at her, Louis. Look at those eyes, filled with want, filled with sinful thoughts as she waits for you to fill her," He mutters into Louis' ear. 

Violet tilted her head to the side, one hand running up her body as her other hand went down to her pussy. 

The two males above stared at the girl, watching as Violet's pushed her fingers into her pussy and her other hand grabbed her left boob. She started to finger herself as her mouth fell open.

"Louis," She moans, this look in her green eyes as she just stares at the male. She knew what they wanted, and she was giving it to them on a shiny plate.

"Hm," Stiles hums into Louis' ear, pulling his hips back and slowly pushing back in which makes the male let out a noise. "See, she wants you, Louis. Imagine your length inside her and not her fingers, do you want to fuck her? All you have to do is lean forward, reach out." He spoke contently.

Violet smirked, her eyes darkening as her fingers quickened their pace inside her. "Ah! Louis, please Louis, fuck me." She moans out, her head falling back as she continues to moan the male's name. 

As Stiles lets go of Louis' hair, the vampire surges forward and grabs Violet's wrist, stopping the girl. His nails dug into her skin before he pulled her hand out and lifts it to his mouth.

His lips slowly wrapped around the digits as his other hand grabbed the base of cock and aligned the tip to Violet's entrance. 

The two vampires made eye contact before Louis started to push in which had the girl moaning out as her head fell back.

"F-fuck," She stutters, her legs shaking as her hand falls from Louis' mouth. 

Stiles' hand came up and pushed on Louis' back, pushing him forward. As Louis bottomed out, his head lifted to bring Violet into a soft and tender kiss, getting the girl's mind off the stretch.

After a few of the three being still; Louis pulls away from Violet's lips and looks down at the girl who looks back up at him. 

"You can move now," She says. 

This caused Stiles to pull his hips back, giving Louis the chance to do the same. But suddenly he slammed forward, causing Louis to jolt forward and bury his length in Violet which caused the girl to scream out. 

Chapter 38

Stiles looks to the bite mark on Louis' neck, a content hum falling past his lips as he smells his scent mixed with Louis' and Violet's. His thumb ran over the fang punctures, admiring how they looked on Louis' pale neck. 

"Why aren't the marks disappearing?" Stiles asks. He had also noticed marks on his neck from when Violet and Louis would feed on him, but they hadn't disappeared after. "It first started, when, um, when my dad died, my bite mark didn't heal." He says, swallowing thickly, feeling Violet's hand snake into his hands to ground him as Louis kissed his bare chest. 

"You're a different type of vampire, Stiles. For starters, you can compel other vampires, and you're stronger and faster than others, your bites also don't heal. Since we're your mates, I guess our bites don't heal on you or each other," 

"But it does heal on other people, right," Stiles looks at her. 

"I believe so," Violet nods, letting out a sigh as she leans her head onto Stiles' chest. "I'm tired," 

Stiles chuckles, his arms coming up to wrap around Violet and Louis, he takes the time to kiss both of their heads as he gets comfortable. "Go to sleep, you two barely sleep, I'll be here when you wake up," 

Louis mumbled something as his arm wrapped around Stiles' waist to make sure he couldn't move. "Night," Louis mumbles, surprisingly falling asleep quickly. 

Stiles lay there, hearing his two lovers' evened-out breathing fill the room. He didn't know vampires breathe when they sleep, it was kinda interesting to hear. He also noticed how they do a lot of sighing, scoffing, huffing, and all the human things. 

A small smile formed on his face, maybe they're more human than they thought, minus all the killing and blood-drinking. He rolled his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes slowly falling shut as he held Violet and Louis close, their naked bodies adding warmth to their normal cold beings. 

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Knocking on the door was what woke Stiles and Violet. The girl lets out a surprised yawn, something she hasn't done in years. She looks at Stiles with wide eyes, but the male just chuckles at her cute expression. 

"Mmm," Louis groans at the knocking, burying his head more into Stiles' chest. "Be quiet," He mumbles. Stiles' hand rubs up and down Louis' back and it lolls the male to sleep again. 

"I'll get it," Violet whispers, seeing that Stiles couldn't move since Louis was clinging onto him.

"Put on some clothes," Stiles looked at the girl who got out of bed, showing her body on full display and it just made him bite his bottom lip. "Nice view," 

Violet rolls her eyes, moving to Stiles' dresser and opening the two bottom drawers. "You boys are the same," She says, taking out a pair of Stiles' boxers and one of his graphic t-shirts. 

Stiles just grinned, watching the girl put on his clothes. "You lucky I love you because that Batman shirt is my favorite," 

"Eh, maybe I'll be your Harley Quinn," Violet looks at him with a grin, knowing that one of Stiles' best friends was his Catwoman before she passed. 

Stiles smiled wider, feeling his chest swell with love, knowing that Violet respected him and Erica's past friendship. "Just go answer the door," 

Violet shakes her head, closing the drawers and making her way to the room door. 

As the female vampire makes it to the first floor of the house, her hands come up to fix her hair and to try and tame it the best she can. The scent that hit her nose as she grew closer to the door was unfamiliar, yet she didn't feel like it was a threatening scent, but she still was on guard as she opened the door. 

"Oh," It was a woman, she had beautiful tan skin and curly hair that was at her shoulders. She looked at Violet with wide eyes, clearly not knowing who she was. 

"Yes?" Violet asks she tries to sound polite, and she hopes she did. 

"Oh, uh, is Stiles here?" She asks, adjusting the cooler in her hand that Violet just noticed. "I have something for him," 

"Um," Violet starts, her hearing picking up Stiles talking to Louis who had woken up and didn't want to let him go. Then she heard a loud thud and a groan. She looks back at the woman who jumps at the noise. "He'll be right down,"

Just then, Stiles blurred beside Violet, causing Melissa to yelp out and jump in surprise. 

"Jesust, Stiles," She breathes. 

"What are you doing here, Melissa?" Stiles asks, but his tone is cold and closed off as he blankly stares at the woman. 

Melissa looked at him with wide eyes at the behavior, but her face quickly contorted into sternness as she looked up at the male. "Fix that tone and face, before I fix it for you, young man," She says, giving Stiles the look. 

Stiles almost instantly felt like he was being scolded and he was, his face relaxed as he swallowed. "Sorry," 

"Much better," Melissa sighs with a head shake, she then raises the cooler in her hand. "Scott told me what happened, well you know how he is, sometimes he forgets to add things. But I'm not here to interrogate you, so I brought you some blood bags, it should last you about two months," 

Stiles looks at the object in her hand with wide eyes, his hands slowly coming up and grabbing the cooler. Suddenly, he felt someone grab his ear and pull his head down which caused Violet to jump at the violence. 

"Ow, ow, ow," Stiles winces as Melissa pulls on his ear and she leans in. 

"Next time you ignore my calls and texts, I'll personally torture you, do you understand?" Melissa grits. 

"Ow! I don't have my phone anymore! It broke!" Stiles exclaims in pain, snapping his head back when Melissa lets go. 

"Oh, that makes sense," Melissa hums out, but she still narrows her eyes at Stiles. "Stiles, I live a couple of minutes away, don't be a damn stranger," 

"Melissa," Stiles sighs. "Me and Scott-" 

"Who cares about Scott, this isn't about him. He's always with the pack, and you know where I work, so come see me once in a while, I won't be here forever, but you will," Melissa says pointedly. 

Stiles looks at her with wide eyes. "How dark of you to say," He says with his jaw dropped. 

Melissa scoffs and shakes her head. "It's true, now I have to get back to work, my lunch break is almost over, don't be a stranger Stiles or I'll come over here and whoop your ass," She then turns her head to Violet. "You too, you and that other boy that's upstairs," 

Violet looked at her with wide eyes, obviously not expecting her to talk to her. "Yes ma'am," She says without a thought. 

"Good, goodbye now," Melissa looks at Stiles once more before going to her car. 

Violet closes the door and turns to Stiles, who just grins at her. 

"Ma'am?" He says with a huge grin, holding the cooler in his hand. 

"Shut up," Violet grits, then the two turn around when they hear a groan. 

There stood a very tired-looking Louis in nothing but his boxers. "You pushed me off the bed," He then looks to Stiles with an offended look. "What's in the cooler?" He then asks. 

"Blood," Stiles looks down at the cooler with pursed lips, even now, Melissa is taking care of him. "Melissa said it should last us two months," He says, making his way to his fridge so he can put it in there, to keep it cool. 

"Cool, now can we go back to cuddling?" Louis looks at him and Violet with a pout. 

Chapter 39

"Stiles!" Violet yells, noticing one of the hellhounds running towards Stiles. 

Said male quickly spun around, his eyes widening as his legs bent and he pushed himself up. As he turned in the air, he looked down at the hellhound that just ran under him. His hand came out as he started to fall, and as he grew closer, his hands wrapped around the hellhound's head as his feet planted on the animal's back. 

He grunted as he swiftly snapped its' neck, hearing the dog whine out before it went limp in Stiles' arms. 

"Ah!" 

Stiles snaps his head up, looking at Louis who was running away from a hellhound. 

The vampire was screaming as he ran, the hellhound snapping its teeth at him. "Help me!" Louis yells, fear filling his eyes as the monster grows closer. 

Just as the hellhound was about to pounce, a body was jumping onto the thing before they grabbed its snout and jaw they ripped the face in half. Louis spins around, his eyes widening when he sees Stiles standing over the now-dead hellhound. 

"Oh thank god," Louis breathes, but tenses when Stiles looks at him with a raised brow. 

"You could've easily killed this thing," Stiles says, raising a brow when Louis drops his head. 

"Well, I, uh," 

"He has a fear of hellhounds," Violet spoke, killing another hellhound she had in her arms, which was also the last one. 

"What, no I don't!" Louis yells in embarrassment. 

Stiles turns his head to look at Louis, a brow raising as a smirk forms on his face. 

"Okay, maybe I do! Don't judge," Louis frowns. 

"It's just funny seeing as you're a literal vampire and can easily kill them," Stiles says with a teasing tone. 

"I said don't judge!" Louis whines out, stomping his feet and glaring at the male. 

Stiles raises his hands, holding back a chuckle. "Sorry, Myszko," He says, making his way to Louis, grabbing his waist and pulling him closer. His finger rests under the male's chin and turns his head. "Hey, it's our two-year anniversary, so smile," He says, leaning in and pecking Louis' lips. 

Louis mumbles incoherently, leaning forward to connect their lips in a longer and more intense kiss. As the two pull away, Stiles' hand comes out and reaches for Violet, grabbing her arm and pulling her in between the two males. 

The girl didn't say anything as Louis kissed her on the lips and Stiles moved her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. These past two years have been something, something the three didn't expect to have. 

Even now, doing this, just kissing and touching each other will never get old, and they enjoyed that. 

But of course, everything had to come to an end. All three vampires tensed as the all too familiar scent filled their noses, a scent that they hadn't smelt in two years. 

"Ahhhh!" Louis yells annoyingly as he pulls away from Violet. "Why! Just why!" He says dramatically before he turns around along with Stiles and Violet. 

"You mutts were doing so good, for two years, you've left us alone, so why break the streak?" Stiles looked at the pack blankly as they all looked at the dead hellhounds on the floor. "Don't worry, Parrish wasn't one of them, these hellhounds were a bit blood-lusted and kinda causing trouble," 

That's when the pack finally looked up at Stiles. He had changed since they last saw him, he was wearing a black leather jacket with black pants that had silver chains hanging from the pockets. The shirt he had under the jacket was white and torn at the chest part to show his cleavage and a pair of leather boots, his claws were also longer as they were painted black. 

Derek clenched his jaw and took a step forward. "We didn't come here for you, we heard about the hellhounds coming into the preserve so we came to take care of it," He spoke stiffly. 

"Welp," Violet starts, her hands raising as she points to the bodies. "Seems like you weren't fast enough, but you can get rid of the bodies, aren't you dogs good at burying things," She takes a jab at them, causing Louis to chuckle as Stiles smirks at the joke. 

Some of the pack growled. "Says the one with an unbeating heart," Scott growls. 

Stiles scoffs with an eye roll. "Okay fleabags, don't you have some butt sniffing to do? Or is that more of a full moon thing?" He retorts. 

"Watch it, bloodsucker," Theo growls out, causing the vampires to chuckle. 

"You're a chimera, pick a struggle before you join this conversation," Stiles says with a head shake. "So, we'll be going now, next time, be faster and maybe you'll get to your target, must suck not having a researcher," 

"We're doing just fine without you, we don't need you," Derek growls out. 

"Ha," Stiles snorts. "I doubt it, I mean, how long did it take you to find out about the hellhounds? None of you are smart enough to do what I did, but hey, no one can ever be better than the original," With that, Stiles sped away. 

Violet lifts a hand and waves at the werewolves. "Until next time, wet dogs," 

Louis grins, showing his fangs as he two-finger salutes. "Toodle loo," The two vampires speed after Stiles, leaving the werewolves in the clearing to indeed clean up their mess. 

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Walking into the hospital, all three vampires grimace at the smell of hand sanitizer, sterile packaging, coffee, and floor cleaner, and a hint of blood and fear fills their noses. 

"Oh god, I will never get used to this smell," Louis groans, looking to the side to a couple sitting down, the guy had his hand cradled to his chest as it was bleeding, and it made Louis grimace. "Yeah, I'm officially addicted to Stiles' blood," 

"Say it louder for everyone could hear," Violet hisses, slapping Louis' arm. 

"Both of you relax and let's go find Melissa," Stiles says, leading the two to the counter. 

"Why are we looking for her again?" Louis asks, stopping beside Stiles as he looks around the lobby. 

"We need to tell her about the patience she's working on, tell her what happened," Stiles answers, smiling when an employee comes out from a door to the desk. 

"Hi, how can I help you?" She asks, she had to be new since either of the vampires didn't recognize her. 

"Yes, um, is Melissa McCall in today?" Stiles asks politely, but he instantly notices the scent change from the girl. 

"Uh, I don't think you need to know that," She says rather rudely. "Um, may I ask, who are you?" 

Violet clears her throat, causing the girl to look at her. As they locked eyes, Violet's pupils constricted. "You'll tell us where Melissa McCall is at, and after, you'll quit your job, and you'll go home and tell your family how pathetic you are," She watched the girl's pupils constrict before they dilate as she looked down at the computers in front of her. 

"Uh, she's on the fourth floor with the newborns," The lady looks back up at them. 

Stiles smiles. "Thank you, have a nice day," He says, grabbing Violet's and Louis' arms to pull them towards the elevator. They turn their heads back to the front desk to see the lady getting up and heading to the back. 

"You're vicious," Stiles whispers to Violet with an amused look. 

Violet shrugs. "I'm not in the mood to deal with humans," She says, stepping into the elevator. 

A couple of minutes later the couple were walking through the fourth floor of the hospital, trying to look for Melissa. Thankfully it wasn't long until they were coming across a huge window and inside stood a few rows of babies in little baskets. 

Louis grew closer to the glass, looking inside the room and spotting Melissa beside three baskets that were close to each other. His hand came up and knocked on the window, catching the woman's attention. 

Melissa looked up and smiled at three, waving them in. 

Stiles looked at Violet and Louis, before he shrugged and headed to the door, hearing the other two follow after him. As the three walked in, they were all hit with the scent of baby powder. 

Violet looked at all the sleeping babies with furrowed brows, looking at them as if they were some sort of machinery. 

"Hey, what's with the sudden visit?" Melissa asks, turning to them with a baby in her hand. 

Stiles' eyes widened as he looked at the baby, who was already staring at him. It was wrapped in a pink blanket and her eyes were this black color; dear he say they looked just like Louis' eyes with similar silver specks. She had a head full of brown curly hair as she just stared at Stiles. 

"Uh, who's baby is that?" Stiles asks, just staring back at the baby who just stared at him. 

Melissa lets out a soft sigh, a sad look forming on her face. "Her mother died during birth, she's one of three," 

"She's a triplet?" Stiles asks with wide eyes, looking up at Melissa. 

"Yeah," Melissa nodded, seeing how the baby was looking at Stiles. "Wanna hold her?" 

"I- what?" Stiles couldn't process the words, as if it was some kind of joke. 

He didn't know why he felt so nervous to hold the baby girl.

Melissa chuckles as she points her head to a table. "Wash your hands, put on the gown and gloves. Chop, chop, she seems like she wants you," 

Stiles' body moved on his own as she did what Melissa told him to do. Walking back to the woman decked in hospital wear, his hands came out as his eyes widened when Melissa put the baby in his arm. 

"Make sure this part of your arm is supporting her head as the rest is holding her," Melissa instructed, smiling when Stiles looked down at the small human. 

Stiles looked down at the baby girl, who was already looking up at him. His other hand came up and the baby grabbed his index finger. "She's so tiny," He says with a small smile, watching as the baby just babbled incoherently. 

"You're a natural," Melissa softly spoke, watching as Stiles' eyes just looked down at the baby in his arm, a small smile on his face. She then turns her head to look at Louis, who was looking at another baby in the basket. It was another girl, and just like Stiles, she was looking at Louis. "You wanna hold her?" She makes her way to the vampire. 

Louis looks at her with a shocked expression. "Can I?" He asks, hope swimming in his eyes. 

Melissa nods. "Yeah, just go wash your hands and put on the gown and gloves," She says. 

Louis nodded and eagerly went to just do that, and in a matter of seconds he was beside Melissa again who was holding the baby girl. 

Louis gently reached out for her and rested the baby on his arm, making sure he supported the baby's head. He looks down at the newborn, finding green eyes looking back up at him. The baby girl also had a full head of blonde straight hair. 

A smile formed on Louis' face as his hand came up and rubbed the baby's tummy through the pink blanket. "Look at you, so tiny and cute," His voice picked up an octave, as he just babbled to the baby. 

Lastly was Violet, the girl tried to not look at the last baby, but she felt the eyes burning a hole in her head. She clenched her jaw and squeezed her hands tight, she didn't want to turn around and look, but she still found herself doing it. 

Her green eyes widened as they locked with small whiskey whiskey-beady eyes. She stared at the baby that was wrapped in a blue blanket, and he just stared back, his lips moving. She stopped her staring when Melissa leaned forward and picked up the baby, turning to the girl. 

Violet's brow furrowed as she stared at the baby in the woman's arms. 

"And this is the last one, it seems like he wants you to hold him," Melissa says, looking up at Violet with a small smile. 

Violet was quick to shake her head. "No, I don't like babies, they're too tiny, just no," She denied, as if he heard her, the baby started to whine as tears filled his eyes. 

"Oh, okay," Melissa says with an understanding nod, not everyone was good with babies. She then looked down at the tiny human as it started to cry softly. "It's okay, sh, sh, sh," But it didn't seem to work as the baby started to cry louder.

Violet clenched her jaw tighter, turning around as the cries echoed in her ears. "Be quiet," She forces out, causing Stiles and Louis to look up at her. 

"Sh, sh, sh," Melissa tried to soothe the baby, but it didn't work as he continued to cry. 

"Please, be quiet," Violet pleas. 

Stiles didn't know what was happening, so he looked to Louis who had this look of sadness on his face. 

"Please, be quiet," Violet chants, the baby's cries becoming louder. 

Melissa looked down at the baby, his whiskey eyes were filled with tears as he cried and looked at Violet. She sighs and starts to rock the baby, trying to calm him down. 

Then it happened so fast, Violet was speeding around the room until she stopped in front of Melissa in the hospital gown and gloves. She then reached forward and quickly took the baby from Melissa's arms. 

"Please, be quiet," Violet looked down at the baby boy, her greens filled with tears as his whiskey eyes looked up at her, and his cries slowly quietened. "Thank you," She sighs out, watching the baby reach up and grab a few strands of her hair. She noticed how her hair matched the baby's, which was jet black and untamed, which reminded her of Stiles' hair,

 "There's no need to cry," She spoke again, rocking the baby who simply stopped crying, still looking up at Violet. 

Melissa was stunned, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she watched as the three vampires made their way to each other, each of them holding a baby as they looked down at them. 

"Why do they all have different eye colors," Stiles spoke, noticing the two other babies having different eye colors than their sister. 

"Their genes might be similar, but there are some differences, it's common for siblings to have different colored eyes, it could be from their family tree or just simply coincidence. We did a DNA test on them, and they have the same DNA, so it's quite fascinating to see a set of triplets with three different eye colors," Melissa spoke softly, a smile on her face as she just watched the three handle the three babies. "We need to put them back, I have to finish testing them and make sure they're healthy," 

Stiles nodded, making his way to the baby's basket and slowly laying her down. He looks down at her smile. "It was nice meeting you," He says softly, standing up straighter. 

"Goodbye, little one, don't tell your siblings, but you're the cuter one," Louis whispers with a dopey grin, his finger rubbing the baby's stomach as he lays her in her basket. 

"Okay, kid, don't cry when I put you down," Violet mumbled, laying the baby boy down as she slowly pulled away. She sent the baby a small smile and it seemed to calm the baby as his eyes closed and fell asleep. 

"We'll see you later Melissa, we also need to talk about the hellhounds and the patient you're treating," Stiles says, remembering why they came here in the first place. 

"Okay, I'll see you on my lunch break," She says, watching the three vampires take off their hospital wear and leave the room, taking one last glance at the triplets before leaving. 

Chapter 40

The couple sat in the living room, Louis was on the floor as Stiles and Violet sat on the couch. No one said anything, the whole house was silent as thoughts filled their heads. 

They were thinking about the babies in the hospital, and how they didn't have any parents, how the babies looked at them, with soft, innocent eyes. 

"Okay, I know we're thinking about the same thing," Stiles spoke and jumped as Louis exclaimed and spun around, looking at him. 

"Yes! Oh my god! Finally, someone said it," He groans with wide eyes, that held something. "She was so cute, and when I was holding her, her beady green eyes were looking at me," He gushed. 

"Uh, I didn't know you liked kids," Stiles says, still a little stunned by the reaction. 

"Well I normally don't, but that baby was so freaking adorable, and I was thinking, why don't we adopt them? I mean, Melissa said their mother died giving birth and she didn't mention a father, so that man is probably out of their lives," Louis rambles on, resting on his knees as he looked at the two who looked at him with wide eyes. 

"Okay, you need to breathe, we need to think this through, I mean the way Violet reacted when the baby was crying, what was that?" Stiles says, directing the question to the girl who seemed to tense. 

Violet didn't say anything, she just sat there, her head down as she looked at her lap. She didn't even budge when Stiles rested a hand on her knee. 

"Vi? Why did you react like that?" He pries softly, looking at the girl. 

When Violet looked up at him, he was surprised to see tears in her eyes. As her mouth opened, she spoke. "Before, um, before Lichen turned me; I was pregnant by some guy I had slept with; he left once he found out I was pregnant. Anyways, Lichen didn't really give me a choice of him turning me or not, and he didn't care that I was pregnant and the dangers of turning.

So when, um, when I did... I woke up and felt nothing. That was the first time I turned off my humanity, I loved the baby and he wasn't even born yet, so I just shut everything off. I had to cut open my stomach with a vervain dagger and pull out the fetus. So when the baby looked at me in the hospital, I was just triggered, I didn't know what to do." She finally lets the tears fall, feeling arms encase her small frame and pull her into a chest. 

"Jesus, Vi, I'm so sorry," Stiles says, he didn't know what to think, this was so sudden. "Why haven't you said this before?" 

"I-it, um, it never came up and I try to push the memory back as best as I can," Violet admits, gripping Stiles' shirt as the male hugs her and buries her head into his chest. 

Stiles' hand ran through Violet's hair, soothing the girl as she silently cried. Violet felt a head rest on her lap and arms snake around her waist, and she cried harder. Louis and Stiles were here, they were here no matter what, and she was grateful for that. 

After a few, she finally pulls away and wipes her eyes. "Okay, so, the plan," She starts, causing Louis to pull his head from her lap and look at her with wide eyes. 

"Are you saying,"

"That I want to adopt them? Yes," Violet grinned at the male before he shot up and surged forward, crashing his body against her and prepping kisses over her face. "Louis, stop, we need to hear what Stiles has to say to this," 

With that, Louis pulls away from Violet and turns his head to Stiles who just chuckles. 

"Of course, I want to adopt them, but if we do, we need to do this right, and I know who can help us, let's just hope they'll forgive me for what I've done," Stiles says with a deep sigh. 

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Peter Hale just arrived back in Beacon Hills, and let's just say that he didn't want to be back here. As he stared at the house in front of him, memories came back and it made his wolf whine at the pain. 

His attention was then brought to the front door opening and he locked eyes with whiskey eyes. Before he could do or say anything, a blur was running to him and crashing into his body. 

"Peter," Stiles breathes, his arms wrapping around the werewolf. "I'm so sorry, so damn sorry. Everything I said, I didn't mean it, that wasn't me, I swear to you. You helped me with so much shit and I just go and break your heart even more, I'm so sorry, Peter," 

At first, Peter didn't do anything or even hug back. Then a sigh fell past his lips and his arms came up and hugged Stiles back, and he felt the younger male sag into his arms. "I don't blame you, kid. I'll admit, what you did say hit home, but I deserved it. I was like that once before, I understood what you were going through, it's fine," He soothed, his hand rubbing up and down Stiles' back. 

Stiles took in a deep breath and slowly pulled away, looking up at the werewolf. "I'm also sorry for calling you so suddenly, but you're the only one that can help," 

Peter looks down at him and breaks into his signature grin, a grin that makes Peter Hale, Peter Hale. "Let's do this, I'm ready to become a grandfather," 

Stiles chuckles with an eye roll. "Great, they're going to be spoiled," 

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A few months later the three vampires were standing in front of the hospital. They were all excited and eager, but Louis seemed to be more of both seeing as he was quite literally bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

"Can you chill the fuck out? We already won," Violet says, looking at the male with furrowed brows. 

But Louis was clearly not fazed or even acknowledged the girl. However, once the hospital doors opened, he let out a noise that can only be described as a squeal before he rushed to Melissa who was pushing out a three-seat stroller. Stiles and Violet rushed after Louis, obviously at human speed seeing as they were in public. 

Louis darted straight to the left stroller seat, moving the visor up and being met with the green eyes he had fallen in love with a few months prior. He beamed as he reached forward and unbuckled the baby and lifted her out of the stroller, making sure her hat was on so it was blocking her eyes from the sun. 

Green eyes looked up at black ones and the baby started to babble as her tiny hand reached out and grabbed Louis' cheek. "My little Lily, how are you doing," Louis softly spoke, feeling tears fill his eyes as he looked down at the baby girl. 

"Hey, Star, I missed you," Stiles mumbled, pulling the baby out of the stroller as he smiled at her. Star looked up at him, her black eyes darting across his face. She suddenly broke into a smile as she cheered loudly, reaching up and grabbing Stiles' chin. "Yes, I know, you're legally ours now," 

Lastly was Violet, as she lifted the visor and looked into the middle seat of the stroller. A smile instantly tugged on her face as she locked eyes with small whiskey ones. She reached forward and gently unbuckled the baby and lifted him. 

"I hope you are just as calm as me, Vito," She says softly, rubbing the baby's tummy with her finger as he cooed and grabbed her hair. 

Chapter 41: Epilogue

𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

It was quiet in the backyard, Violet and Louis rested their head on Stiles' chest as the three just lay there. They soaked in the sun and enjoyed getting imaginary tans. Louis turned his head and kissed Stiles' clothed chest and up to his neck. 

"Can I drink?" Louis mumbles against the pale skin, placing a soft kiss on Stiles' pulse point. 

The male lets out a sigh, his head tilting to the side as he bit his bottom lip. "Go ahead," He says, and a second later, Louis lets out a low growl before he clamped down on his mate's skin, breaking through it as the blood flowed into his mouth. 

Violet grabbed Stiles' wrist, lifting it up to her mouth as she placed a soft kiss on it. Her mouth fell open and she bit down, letting out a hum as Stiles' blood invaded all her senses as she drank. 

A sigh fell past Stiles' lips, his eyes slowly falling shut as his two mates fed off him. He didn't mind them doing it, if he was being honest, he found it hot. He also enjoyed the way that they were easily addicted to his blood. They had a blood addiction and he didn't mind it at all. 

"Kids coming your way," 

They heard Peter's voice, and it caused Louis and Violet to pull away from Stiles. They sat up and wiped their mouths clean as the back door opened and they heard three pairs of rushed footsteps. 

"Lily!" Louis exclaims, he opens his arms, waiting for the girl to run into them, but instead, she runs past him and runs straight to Violet. 

"Star, how was-" Stiles was cut off when his eight-year-old daughter ran past him with a giggle before she beeline it to Violet. 

Vito, well, it was like didn't even acknowledge any of his fathers as he ran to his mothers.

Violet was suddenly thrown to the floor as three little humans crashed into her. Laughs echoed throughout the yard as the triplets all piled on top of their mother. 

Louis looks to Stiles, a hurt expression on both of their faces. "We got ignored," Louis says, as if it was hard to believe, which kinda was because until now, Louis was Lily's favorite and Stiles was Star's, but something happened. 

With a thought, Stiles turns his head to look at Peter with a glare. "What did you say to my kids, Peter?" 

Peter smirks at the vampire. "Just told them how a mother's hug feels like you're flying and that Violet is of course better than you two," 

"Peter," Stiles hisses. "Don't make our kids think me and Louis are some type of assholes," 

"Ooo, you said a bad word," Star suddenly stops hugging her mother to look at Stiles. "Daddy said a bad word," 

"Yeah, Stiles, you said a bad word," Louis says, deciding to tease, but that was a bad idea as Lily turns around and looks to one of her fathers. 

"But Dad, you said fuck yesterday," Lily says innocently. 

"What, no I didn't, and no cussing," Louis looks at her with wide eyes. 

"Yes you did," Lily nods her head, looking at her dad as if he was a villain. "You gave me chocolate and told me not to say anything," 

"Yeah, but you still said something, you owe me my chocolate back," Louis grumbles, he slowly gets up and bends down as he moves closer to his daughter. "I want my chocolate," 

"No," Lily shakes her head, her green eyes widening as she takes a step back. 

"Give me my chocolate!" Louis exclaims as he breaks into a run, Lily screams before she turns around and takes off in a sprint, hearing her father behind. "I want my chocolate!" 

"Run Lily, Run!" Stiles yells, hearing his daughter scream as she tries to run faster. He then turns his head when he feels someone tug his shirt. "Hey, Star, what's wrong?" 

"Airplane," Is all she says, her black eyes wide and filled with excitement. 

Stiles raises a brow and chuckles, he gets up and looks down at his daughter before he swoops her up. "Hold on, because the airplane is taking off!" He yells before he takes off in a sprint, obviously in his human speed since he, Violet, and Louis agreed to tell their kids about what they were when they were older to understand. 

Violet lets out a sigh, sitting up as she looks at her son with a blank expression. "I'm glad you're just as calm as me," She says, causing Vito to look at her with a shy smile. He was more on the quiet side of things, and no one forced him to speak if he wasn't comfortable with it. "So how was your day with Grandpa Peter, thumbs up or thumbs down?" She asks, her hand coming up to fix Vito's hair, which was impossible since he had Stiles' hair, oddly enough. 

Vito looked up at her as his hand raised and he put a thumbs up. "That's good, glad you had a good day," Violet smiles, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"So, I'm going to head out," Peter says, already making his way to the back door. "Bye, kiddos! Don't forget who your favorite grandfather is!" 

"Bye, Grandpa!" Lily and Star yell as Vito just waves at him. 

As the werewolf left, things calmed down and the family all rested in the backyard. Each kid was lying on top of their respective parents, not having a problem showing who were their favorite parent. 

"So, who's last name are we getting when we're married?" Louis speaks up, turning his head to the side to look at Stiles. 

Stiles shrugs. "I was thinking mine, but I didn't want to sound selfish," 

"No, you don't, we can take your last name, seeing as the kids already have it, it only makes sense," Violet hums, her hand rubbing Vito's back as the eight-year-old slowly fell asleep on top of her. 

"So it's settled, we're going to be Stilinskis," Louis beams, turning his head to look back up at the sky. 

Notes:

Thank you all for reading 'Blood Addiction'!!!!!!!!

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Now a lot of books are mostly Stiles-related, but I do also write OCs books(Mostly MLM) but there are a few WLW in the works. I write a lot of books so if you liked this one, then there's more to come.

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