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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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.
