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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About four months later, everything seemed to slowly go back to normal. Well, not so much, but Stiles seemed to accept what he had done. He didn't want to, he didn't want to feel guilt and hurt, but thanks to Violet and Louis, he managed to get through it.
As of right now, he was cleaning the house as Violet and Louis were out feeding. He felt so many emotions as he moved around the house, hell, he always would think back to the memories in the house.
As he turned to the living room, it was like a memory formed. His dad was sitting on the couch with his mom beside him, and little him was on the floor. He couldn't remember what happened that day, but he knew it was something fun.
Deep down, he knew he didn't kill his father or mother, but he felt like he could've prevented it. Maybe he could've helped his mom and made her feel better, even though he knew it was impossible. Maybe he could've fought against Lichen's sire bond, but it was impossible until he was hollowed.
He took in a shaky breath, making his way to the loveseat in the living room and sitting down. He can still taste the blood of his father on his tongue, and the feeling of him going limp in his arms. Even when Stiles was a monster, Noah did his best to reassure his son that everything was okay.
A broken sob fell from Stiles' lips, dammit, he really misses his dad and his mom. It was hard to accept Claudia's death, but now he needed to accept Noah's. He knew he could do it, he knew it wasn't his fault and he couldn't actually do anything to prevent it, of course, he knew, but it still hurt.
Taking a deep breath, his hands came up and wiped away the fallen tears as he heard the front door open. Not even a second later, a slightly bigger body was on top of him and pinning him down onto the loveseat.
Stiles groans as Louis puts his full weight on him, burying his head into his shoulder as his blonde curls tickle his face.
"You're crying," Louis mumbles into his neck, his arms snaking their way around Stiles' waist.
Stiles sighs. "I need to cry, it's going to be hard, to accept everything, but it takes time," He says softly, hating the fact that Louis worries about him. "As long as you and Violet are we, I can get through it, it might be slow, but I will,"
Louis didn't say anything at first to place a tender kiss on Stiles' neck and lift his head to look at the whiskey eyes. "We'll be with you, we won't leave again," He spoke sincerely, his eyes locking with Stiles'.
Stiles just stared at Louis' eyes, after being turned into a vampire, he had enjoyed some of the perks. Like the heightened sight, he can see the little grey specks in Louis' black eyes, and yes they were black. Somehow, it was sort of lighter than his pupil, but it also fitted the male.
