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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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,"
"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.
