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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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,"
