Directions (Sequel to Paths//Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

"Clara?" Scott rose to his feet, staring at me warily.

"We thought you were dead" Kira said.

"I was- well I am" I shrugged, walking forward a little, seeing Malia and Kira flinch. But Scott stood still, so either he's a hardass or he trusts me.

"I'm not here to hurt anyone" I put my hands up in surrender as Scott nodded at me.

"So. Care to explain?"

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"Hey there, freaky. What you doing?" I called out. This ruckus from a couple streets down had pulled me from my beauty sleep and I didn't care for it.

The guy turned around, he was white like a sheet of paper. With no mouth, that was the most notable part.

I looked down to the axe in his hand, he rose it slowly.

"Well I wonder how this is going to go" I sighed, rolling up my sleeves and smirking. He swung the axe at me, I dodged. Simple.

"Clara Gilbert" He spoke. How can he even speak?

"In the flesh and drinking blood" I sighed. The guy who was being attacked managed to run out, leaving me with this absolute psycho creature.

We fought for a minute or two, which was a lot more tiring than it sounded. But a final time he brought down the axe and lodged it in the side of my neck.

I fell to the ground, groaning.

"Yoo hoo. Over here" Someone in the shadows said. The guy turns around and I take that time to grab the axe, yank it out and speed out of the house.

"Clara!" Someone shouted. I turned to see Damon.

"Come on let's get you some blood"

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"I can walk, Damon. I'm not a baby" I said as we stumbled in the entrance at the hospital.

"Yes you are. You are one massive baby. You took my car! Who even does that?" Damon ranted.

"I just got chopped like a fucking tree and you're worried about your car?" I exclaimed, taking my hand away from his shoulder and leaning on the wall. The healing process was slow since it wasn't exactly a paper cut.

"Clara?" Came the voice I had been looking for.

"Melissa McCall. Just the gal I need" I exclaimed. I stumbled over to her, she noticed the mass of blood rolling down my neck and chest.

"I need into your blood bank" I said. She looked at me weird but nodded, leading me and Damon away anyway. We got into the blood bank and locked the door behind us.

"So why do you need into the blood bank?" Melissa asked. I sighed, taking one of the blood bags from the freezer shelf and ripped the top open.

I tipped the bag into my mouth, squeezing it and shutting my eyes. It was heavenly. It still had the slightly metallic taste to it as it did when I was human but now it had this whole new taste to it as well. It was kind of sweet but tasted so rich and just....mouth watering.

I finished the bag, chucking it to the side, wiping away the blood on my lips. I looked to Melissa, who looked horrified but some what relieved.

"Sorry about that" I said, turning to Damon who was just checking the place out.

"It's an awkward situation"

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"Morning sunshine. Care to explain the scratch on my windshield?!" Damon yelled in my face as I woke up. I rubbed my eyes, groaning.

"Could just be some stupid bird. Get over yourself" I huffed, sitting up.

"When are you leaving?" I asked, pulling my tank top over my head.

"Probably in a few days, make sure you get settled and all" Damon sighed, looking around my room.

I walked through to my bathroom, turning on the water and stripping down, stepping in.

Showers have become so much better since my transition. That's one highlight of being a vampire, everything is heightened. Which means my feelings for Stiles as well.

I washed and stepped out the shower, wrapping myself in a towel and slipping on some new underwear before going back to my room.

Damon had left, which was a relief because he always nagged on at me about how long it takes for me to get ready.

I brushed out my hair, drying it and straightening it. I wore high waisted white shorts and a blood red tank top, putting on black gladiator sandals and a silk black kimono. I put on some white eyeshadow, blending with pink and some mascara and pink lip gloss.

"You ready to go? Finally!" Damon exclaimed as I walked into the kitchen.

"I'm not going to school, Damon" I huffed, looking across the street. It was extremely early. Only about half past 6.

"So why are you all dressed up. Don't tell me. It's a boy" Damon sniggered, earning a hard glare for me as he laughed a little. He thinks he's so funny, one day I will have the last laugh. Idk how but mwahaha.

I walked out the door, stopping as I shut it behind me. Crashing sounds filled my ears, the sounds of a pained scream. Stiles. I sped across the road, jumping through Stiles' open window and tackling the girl on top of Stiles.

We rolled across the ground, me on top of her pinning her down.

I looked down to her face, eyes bulging red and fangs bearing.

"Elena what the hell are you doing!" I shouted. Why was my sister in Beacon Hills and why was she trying to eat Stiles.

"Clara..." Elena trailed off, her face turning back to normal. I loosened my grip on her and slowly stood up.

"You should leave" I warned. She nodded, hesitating a little. She turned to Stiles and looked to him with doughy eyes.

"I'm sorry" She said before her vampire speed took her away. I sighed, turning to Stiles. He stared at me for a while, and I stared at him. He must've thought I was dead.

"You're alive" He pointed out, tearing up a little. Seeing him upset made me upset and an upset newbie vampire wasn't pretty.

"Yeah, I am" I whispered. Stiles sighed, rubbing his chin with his hand before sighing again.

"Fuck it" He mumbled. He ran up to me, placing his lips on mine. The kiss was rough and passionate, full of love and care and sorrow.

I felt my veins emerge through the kiss, I pulled away, clenching my eyes shut and hiding my fangs. Stiles stroked my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes, he stared into them as if i hadn't changed. As if i hadn't died and come back to life. I lowered my hand and he smiled, pulling my into a hug.

"I love you so much" He sighed, holding me tight.

"I love you too"