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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"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?"
