*STALIA* A Werewolf and Vampire Love

I Understand, No I Dont

I have to admit, I wasn't really feeling well like at all. I was in my bed, and I did not want to get up. I swear if anyone forces me to get up I will kill them. I'm in a bad mood, if you haven't noticed. Those vampires can really work you up, no wonder werewolves and vampires hated each other. I picked up my phone on my bedside table and texted Scott to come over so we can learn those pesky dead blood drinkers weakness, I really want to kill them. I'm getting good with these vampire insults, especially when Drac called me a dog. That was sooo not cool.  Five minutes later, Scott pounded on my window. I got up from my bed and unlocked the window. Scott opened it and jumped inside. He went over to my laptop and printer, started searching Vampires. I grabbed another chair and sat next to him.

{An hour later}
"A lot of research." I groaned

"We still have to do more." Scott told me

"Fine." I moaned sitting up straight.

I fell asleep after 2am.
My dad pounded on my bedroom door. I was still sleeping.

"Boys!" He yelled

Scott and I both jumped falling on each other with paper stuck to our faces, the printer printed out one more thing and fell onto the floor.

"I don't even want to ask, but for the love of god  ,Stiles please clean your room." My dad said and left.

I quickly grabbed all the papers on the floor into a big pile.

"What did we even learn?" I asked

"Stakes are an pretty effected weakness. Holy water is not." Scott answered

"Man, I really wanted to say a line like let the lord compel you and some other shit."

"Stiles they're not demons."

"Well they're dead aren't they?"

"Well yeah, but demons are creatures who are evil and stupid."

"You're stupid too"

Watch these two have a stupid argument

"No you're stupid." Scott fought back

"No you are, you little big tongue."

"What- Stiles that doesn't even make sense."

"You don't make sense."

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"Yes I am."

We headed to the tattoo place. Apparently Scott wanted a tattoo, probably showing off for Kira or some other girl. Showing off for girls is stupid, no offense girls but guys need to tone it down a bit to get your attention. That's why I given up.

And you might probably say or not, well Stiles maybe that's why you haven't had a girlfriend in forever. No, there's some girls in school the I have interests in me but I don't really like them at all. Too slutty for me.

I was looking through the pictures of tattoos arts. I found a page of wolves.

"Hey Scott, maybe you'd like this." I showed him the page of wolves and werewolves and he just glared at me.

"No? Okay." I nodded and put back the paper down where it belong.

I stood over the tattoo artist, observing his work.

"You know I can get quite squeamish." When I saw the tattoo artist already printing ink onto Scott's arm, I instantly passed out onto the floor.

When I woke up, Scott had a bandage around his left arm. We both gotten into the jeep, before I turned on the engine Scott said something.

"It kinda hurts."

"Well the fact that thousands of needle were poking your skin with ink, makes it pretty obvious it'll hurt."

Scott screamed in pain, took off the bandage and his left arm started healing, the results were confusing. On his upper left arm where the tattoo used to be was gone. Scott looked at me.

"Ugh, I hated it." I said

Scott looked at me again before he could say anything I quickly turned on the engine of the car and drove off. Story short, Derek helped with Scott on his tattoo problem, I did not want any tattoos. I don't see the point.

{Night Time 11pm}
I couldn't sleep. So I just laid on my side looking at the wall in front of me.

"Psst, Stiles."

I turned over my side and looked over at Malia perched on the windowsill.

"The hell? Why are here?" I asked

"Need a place to stay."

"Don't you vampires have the ability to compel humans?"

"Yes but it requires strength and I'm lazy."

"Okay. You can stay if you want."

I went back to laying on my side then suddenly an arm wraps around my chest. I knew it was Malia, before I could take her arm off of me I went fast asleep.

I understand that Malia didn't have a place to stay. Derek must be out of town, her mother is gone, and she has no family members around. But I don't get it, why would she go to my house first? She and Lydia are great friends. I understand but I don't get it.