DHAMPIR

9

I'm. Such. An. Idiot.

No, on a serious note, I'll look back at this in the years to come and laugh at how dumb I'm being. Walking into my back door of my house. I shut it with a soft thud and hear only my heart beat. Closing my eyes with a soft sigh. I sit on my couch with a huff.

Looking at my phone I see the never ending text messages from Stiles. My phone rings with his name flashing across the screen and I throw my phone on the couch next to me. "Why me?"

Hearing my doorbell ring. I jump and look out the peephole and open the door quickly. "Thanks for showing."

"Girl, you crazy." Gray says walking in and shutting the door behind me. "Yeah I'm happy you replied to my text. I know you said you would see me tomorrow but I couldn't leave you alone. I also brought your stuff." Gray replies letting my stuff fall to the ground by the door before closing and locking it. "That was kinda far out there in how I reacted. Did he follow you?"

"Not to my knowledge. So no school tomorrow?"

"No school tomorrow. Maybe the rest of the week." I reply while he nods. "I'll hold the fort down at school. Try not to punch him in the face." Gray says plopping down on the couch and grabbing the remote. "Sit down we will watch a movie and think about our next course of action with numb nuts."

"He has been driving by a lot. Think I should just talk to him?" I whisper while Gray and I sit by the window, in the dark. Eating candy and watching Stiles drive past for the tenth time. "I don't know. If he drives by again, that's up to you to talk to him. With your bloodlust being the way it is. I wouldn't." He replies while I glance down to my phone seeing a new text from him.

"Please talk to me. Help me understand what the hell just happened today because I'm freaking out." I read out loud before looking outside seeing Stiles jeep drive past again before looking back down at my phone. "I'll give you space okay but talk to me please."

Looking back outside I see Stiles leave down the street back to his house and I sigh. How am I going to explain this to him? I've only been here a couple of days this is crazy.

"Sooo, you're gonna talk to him?"

"Yes, I'll call you after."

It's been a week since the events of that day and I pace back and forth in my room before looking in the mirror and letting out a breath. "I have to. For him. For his peace of mind. If he tells me to leave him the hell alone. I will, I won't bother him. I'll figure out a way to coexist without being in his way."

Shooting Stiles a text to meet up with him at my house he said he will be there in ten and I look up at Gray. "You gotta leave. Like now. He will be here in ten minutes."

I bite my nails and look out my window seeing his jeep pull up and I hover near the front door. I count to ten and open the door seeing him standing there and I hold my breath. "Come in."

"So are we just going to continue staring at each other or are you going to explain to me just what the hell happened that day?" Stiles says playing with his fingers and I sit on the counter and face him. Biting my lower lip I lay my hands flat on my jeans and rub them up and down before blurting it out. "I'm a Dhampir."

"A What?"

"A halfling, vampire. My dad was a vampire, my mom a human."

"Wait. So let me get this straight because I'm kinda losing my mind here. You're a vampire? Like fangs and all?"

"Yes."

"Prove it."

Letting my fangs drop out I speed over to him in seconds. Getting near his face my fangs retract and I step back. "Believe me now?"

Falling back out of his chair Stiles groans before standing up quickly and backing away. "I believe you."

Sitting back down on the island chair, Stiles watches my every move while I move back to sitting on the counter keeping our distance. Still holding my breath and letting it out before I cover my nose. "Do I smell?" Stiles questions slowly smelling his shirt before looking at me. "Quite the opposite actually. You smell really good. You're...you're my blood singer. That's why I acted the way I did. It's been hard holding back right now with you being this close to me. That's why I ran from you at school. I don't want to hurt you. It's the last thing I want to do. It started out slow. I wasn't even really sure until..I touched you. I starts with smell, pheromones, then physical touch, then blood. You smell like Strawberries and Cream to me." I rush out and jump off the counter when he gets up walking slowly, closer to me. "Stay back please."

"So a blood singer what is that?"

"Um, like a mate. Someone I'll solely rely on for keeping my vampiric side at bay. I can still eat human food. You'll be the only one I can feed on to not let me get weak. You're everything to me. I wound never let harm come to you. The stronger our bond gets. I'll be able to feel your emotions. Your thoughts."

"So what I'm hearing is. I won't be my own person anymore. A blood bag for your survival? I can't live my life how I want anymore. Is there a way to stop this?"

"No."

"I can't believe this. Stay away from me. Find a new blood singer." Stiles says walking to the door and my heart hurts and I walk to him hurriedly.

"You don't. Get it. Stiles. Vampires only have one Blood Singer. Then when that blood singer dies or chooses not to be with the vampire. It won't be the same. We will slowly die. No blood will be appealing to us anymore. We can survive off it. It won't last us. I'll die, Stiles. I won't force you to do this. You know the bond is there. You wouldn't be driving past my house or seeking me out if it wasn't."

Turning back to me he has a glare on his face as he walks up to me and I take a step back. "No, the reason I've been driving by so much because a girl. I barely know, is acting weird around me. Running from me, not explaining to me why she did what she did in that backyard. Leaving me, feeling like a hole has been left in my chest. The feeling of fire on my skin in her absence. I can't take it." He says before walking out the door and slamming it shut. Jumping at the slam. Tears fall down my face before the door opens again and Stiles comes back in.

"You'll die?" He questions stepping back into the threshold of my house shutting the door back. "I may be angry at you and scared of you a little bit, but I don't want you to die. My morals and how I was raised have me walking back through this door after I already made you cry and said what I said. So answer me."

"Yes, the distance will slowly kill me. I promise I won't make you do anything. You have your free will. You always will. The bond is made because we are perfect for each other in every way. You just don't see it yet. I won't force it out of you either. I'll give you the space you need. I won't get in your way at school. I won't do anything to jeopardize your life or your family and friends. I couldn't ever do that to you."

"Let, let me think it over and do research." He says and I nod before reaching over and handing him a notebook. "Here. It's all the research I've done. My mother's notes. I just recently found out what I was. My family isn't even my family. I was adopted from Romania. They know. And they're okay with it. I just hope you can find it in yourself to be okay with it too. Knowing what Scott is. You will with time."

"What about Scott?"

"That he's a werewolf."

"How do you know that?"

"I have great abilities. One of those just happens to be heightened senses as well."

Stiles looks from me then down to the notes before walking out the door with a soft click as it closes and a breath leaving me. "Well that went better than expected."

My phone rings and I see Lydia calling and I smile. "Hello Lydia."

"Wanna have a movie night with me and Jackson? You can ride with us to pick out movies. Jackson will be here in ten?"

"Sounds perfect."