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!" Violet yells, noticing one of the hellhounds running towards Stiles.
Said male quickly spun around, his eyes widening as his legs bent and he pushed himself up. As he turned in the air, he looked down at the hellhound that just ran under him. His hand came out as he started to fall, and as he grew closer, his hands wrapped around the hellhound's head as his feet planted on the animal's back.
He grunted as he swiftly snapped its' neck, hearing the dog whine out before it went limp in Stiles' arms.
"Ah!"
Stiles snaps his head up, looking at Louis who was running away from a hellhound.
The vampire was screaming as he ran, the hellhound snapping its teeth at him. "Help me!" Louis yells, fear filling his eyes as the monster grows closer.
Just as the hellhound was about to pounce, a body was jumping onto the thing before they grabbed its snout and jaw they ripped the face in half. Louis spins around, his eyes widening when he sees Stiles standing over the now-dead hellhound.
"Oh thank god," Louis breathes, but tenses when Stiles looks at him with a raised brow.
"You could've easily killed this thing," Stiles says, raising a brow when Louis drops his head.
"Well, I, uh,"
"He has a fear of hellhounds," Violet spoke, killing another hellhound she had in her arms, which was also the last one.
"What, no I don't!" Louis yells in embarrassment.
Stiles turns his head to look at Louis, a brow raising as a smirk forms on his face.
"Okay, maybe I do! Don't judge," Louis frowns.
"It's just funny seeing as you're a literal vampire and can easily kill them," Stiles says with a teasing tone.
"I said don't judge!" Louis whines out, stomping his feet and glaring at the male.
Stiles raises his hands, holding back a chuckle. "Sorry, Myszko," He says, making his way to Louis, grabbing his waist and pulling him closer. His finger rests under the male's chin and turns his head. "Hey, it's our two-year anniversary, so smile," He says, leaning in and pecking Louis' lips.
Louis mumbles incoherently, leaning forward to connect their lips in a longer and more intense kiss. As the two pull away, Stiles' hand comes out and reaches for Violet, grabbing her arm and pulling her in between the two males.
