Stiles knew the pack was distant, and for good reason, but he ignored it, they were the only family he had, he did have his father, but he was always at work, providing for them, but what happens when two vampires save him and claim that he can help...
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TW: SELF HARM
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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.
