Silent Fangs

Chapter 4: Hooked On Blood

STILES' POV  

"Ewwwww, how do people read this book." I said whilst reading Twilight.

"Yeah how can they read this crap, it's completely inaccurate." Simon aggred.

"But I do wish I would sparkle instead of bursting into flames when the sunlight touches my skin." I added,

"No one would think that their a vampire because that they sparkled in the sun." Scott stated.

"Yeah totally," Simon screamed, then chugged a bottle of wine.

"Not my mum's wine." Scott yelled at Simon.

"Yo, drink all that wine and pass a bottle to me while your at it," I grinned. Simon passed me a bottle and then I chugged the whole thing.

"Yeet." he exclaimed.

"Hey guys stop it," Scott yelled at us.

"Nooo way," Simon screamed, running out the house with two more bottles of wine. Scott started to chase after Simon as I tried to run I fell over and collapsed on the floor. I started to foam out the mouth, then suddenly I felt dizzy and then I passed out. My eyes opened. I was laying down in Scott's bed, It was all a dream. 'That was the weirdest dream I have ever had,' I thought to myself. Then a wave of hunger came over me. 

SCOTT'S POV

I woke up to find that Stiles wasn't in the bed, 'Where's Stiles?' I got out of the bed and decided to look for him. I tried to hear for a heart beat but then I remembered that he doesn't have one. So I looked for him the old fashioned way, I checked the bathroom and my mum's room, then I heard a noise coming from downstairs in the kitchen. I walked downstairs and then into the kitchen. I was horrified of what I saw, Stiles was drinking all the blood that Simon had brought from New York. Stiles turned around, he had blood all over himself it was dripping down from his face onto the floor. Both of us were shocked, Stiles stood there half hiding behind the fridge door not moving at all. The smell of the blood was strong. His eyes were bloodshot and there were black veins under his eyes, his fangs were showing. I took a step back, wondering what would happen next.

"Stiles? What are you doing?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

"I was just so hungry and I couldn't take it anymore." He replied with a shaky voice.

"Put the blood bag down Stiles, you need to go get cleaned up," I cautiously said, as Simon got up off of the couch and walked over to Scott. Once he saw Stiles he had a shocked look on his face.                   

"What's going on?" Simon asked, then Simon stepped forward.

"It's going to be ok Stiles." he tried to reassure Stiles.

"I'm freaking hungry." Stiles yelled, as I got closer holding a syringe full of vervain behind my back.

"I know Stiles, but I'm here to help you." Simon reassure him,

"We're trying to help you," I walked closer giving him a hug. I then stabbed the syringe into his neck and then Stiles collapsed.

"Let's put him on the couch," Simon insisted. I carried Stiles to the couch and then laid him on it.

"What are we going to do with him?" I asked, whilst looking over at Stiles.

"He needs to learn control as soon as he wakes up, we have no choice but to train him every second of everyday until he learns control," Simon sternely explained.

"Yeah we can't have him hurting anyone," I sighed then walked back over to the kitchen. There was blood all over the floor and on the door of the fridge.