Teen Wolf Imagines

Big Bad Vampire - Stiles

"Well, if you want to know more, you're going to have to find her," Deaton shrugs and Stiles lets out a groan, slumping onto Scott's shoulder.

"Where can we find her?"

Deaton hesitates as he looks at the two boys.

"What is it?" Scott asks in concern.

"She's actually currently a student at Beacon Hill's High School."

"I'm sorry – what?" Stiles stammers, looking at him in disbelief.

"She transferred a few weeks ago."

"Again – WHAT?!"

"You didn't tell us?!"

"Well I saw her but I figured nothing bad had happened because of her so there was no point in scaring the two of you."

"She's a vampire. We're already scared," Stiles mumbles, leaning against the table.

"Look, if she has a cure for the bite, we need to know," Scott sighs.

"Hey, you didn't have a choice when you turned Liam," Deaton consoles him.

"Yeah, but if I can give him the choice of staying human, I have to."

"So what's the plan?"

"I guess we talk to her at school," Scott sighs, crossing him arms over his chest.

"Take this," Deaton holds out a syringe.

"What is it?"

"Vervain?"

"Vampire version of-"

"Wolfsbane," Stiles finishes for him, everyone staring at him in surprise, "What? I read," he states.
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"Hey, I'm Kira," she sits next to you, holding a hand out, "You're new right?"

You study her for a moment, holding back a snicker, "Not anymore," you sigh before turning to face her, "What is it you want lightning fox?"

Kira's face drains as she stares at you, "How did you-"

You nod towards the table across the cafeteria where the entire pack was staring at you, "If they didn't give you away, your scent would have."

Kira slumps, slowly moving to get up and you pull her back down, "I asked you a question."

Scott clears his throat as he approaches your table, "Let her go," he glares at your tight grip around her wrist and you let it go, holding both your hands up in a surrendering motion.

Kira rubs at the red mark on her wrist as the rest of the pack takes a seat at you table. Your eyes shift to the pale boy, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

"Look, we need your help," Scott states, wringing his hands in nervousness, "I heard that you've been bitten by a werewolf before and that there's a cu-"

"Not interested," you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder, "Nice meeting everyone," you call out over your shoulder as the bell rings.

As you take your usual seat in class by the window, Stiles scrambles into the seat next to you. His hand nudges yours as he places his books on the table and his eyes widen, "Whoa."

"What?"

"I thought your hands would be all cold but they're warm..."

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, "Don't believe all the stereotypes about vampires, most of them aren't true."