I Love You (Sterek fanfic)

Part 1- Stupid Werewolves

A/N: Since people seem to like the story a lot, I'll try to upload it more often than others... just keep voting and/or commenting because it's a lot easier to update knowing people actually want to read it. Enjoy this chapter, it's just for you after all. See you at the end of the chapter. Bye.

Stiles' POV

I woke up for the second time today with a pounding headache and my arm was killing me. I could have sworn that someone settled behind me when I fell asleep, but if someone did so, they're gone now.

I remembered what the Dhampir had told me. I groaned just thinking about how much blood would be taken from me. I mean, yes, the thing kept me alive but let's be honest, it needed blood for its siblings and it got the blood. As soon as all its siblings go back to where they come from (I still believe it's Hell, whatever it told me) the thing won't need me and, so, will kill me.

It's weird to think that I might die during winter. To think I might die and let the Pack fight with Dhampirs. All because the creature wants the place to itself and needs to fight the people that protect Beacon Hills. To think that Dhampirs help one of their own to conquer a territory. The fact that they help each other almost makes them more human and that is weird.

I got up hearing the sounds from the kitchen, hushed whispers about protecting me. I cannot believe they think that the creature wouldn't have attacked me if it weren't for them.

For educated werewolves, they were seriously stupid. I went upstairs to take a shower and dress (and brush my teeth because I hate morning breath). When I came back down everyone was back to acting normal... Kinda.

I could see them glance at me with worried looks when I went to get breakfast, I could see them doing so while I settled in front of my computer, and I could see them doing so during the Pack meeting.

When they looked at each other, they looked worried, almost scared.

"Listen, Stiles," Scott started, "we think it's better for you if you stop..."

I interrupted him, "Stop what? Living here? Being your friend, Scott? You honestly, truly think the thing will stop taking blood from me if so?"

They looked at each other then at me and they nodded.

I groaned, "Well, then, you're idiots! All of you! The thing is going to call its siblings, attack your werewolf butts, take over Beacon Hills, and kill everyone the way they are taking my blood so anyways it's going to happen!"

They looked shock, really shocked.

"It was nice talking to you, werewolves, but I think I'm gonna go home tonight. My dad's working extra hours so he won't be in danger." I said as I walked away, "And if anyone of you try to follow me or stays in front of my window, I will tell the creature everyone of your hiding places, got it?"

I walked out, slamming the door on my way.

Tonight was going to be a long, long night.

Derek's POV

We all stood shocked after Stiles' little rant.

He acted like we were the biggest idiots and, now, I realise he was kind of right.

What is wrong with us? Instead of protecting him, we pushed him in danger's way!

And according to him, we can't protect him, we can only be there for him.

I knew his window was gonna be open, so I could go and talk to him tonight.

It's a stupid plan, but I need to tell him I'm sorry.

It's 5 PM, so I have 4 hours to spare.

I'm sorry Stiles, I really am. I didn't realise we couldn't protect you. I love you, please forgive me.