Night Changes: Teen Wolf Vampire AU

It's Over

Stiles shifted awkwardly on the cold metal table, legs swinging back in forth. He couldn't even begin to pretend that getting a check up in a vet's office wasn't the least bit weird. Even if Deaton was some kind of weird well travelled expert on the supernatural, there was the fact that Stiles wasn't supernatural.

Whiles Stiles had gotten a slight bit of smug pleasure out of the fact that Deaton had confirmed for them that vampires did, in fact, exist, and he was therefore able to tell Scott that he told him so. Still, at this point he was definitely ready to leave.

Stiles tried his best to sit still as Deaton began to examine the small bite mark on Stiles' neck that he had been concealing throughout the day. He found himself getting extremely pissed off as Deaton made the stereotypical "hmmmm" sound that doctors make.

"Well, you can't be turned by a bite alone. You would have also had to have ingested vampire blood," Deaton explained.

Stiles shrugged.

"Okay, then, so it's confirmed. I'm not turning into a vamp," Stiles stated.

Just has he began to shift his position to begin to get up, he was interrupted by Scott.

"Wait, you don't know that for sure. You said that you don't remember what happened when you were attacked," Scott pointed out.

Stiles sighed. He assumed that this meant more poking, prodding, and questioning.

"Are you displaying any signs of turning? Any unusual sensations, symptoms or behaviors?" Deaton asked.

Stiles said "no" at the same time that Scott said "yes", causing the two to glare at each other.

"Alright, then, I️ should probably ask some more specific questions. Any aversion to sunlight?" Deaton asked.

The same thing happened again where Scott and Stiles answered simultaneously, Scott saying "yes" and Stiles saying "no."

Scott rolled his eyes before turning to Deaton.

"Today was the first time that I️ ever saw him wear sunglasses, and he said that it was unusually sunny. He also said he felt like he was going to burn," Scott explained.

"We live in California!" Stiles argued.

Deaton nodded.

"Okay, so aversion to sunlight. Any sensitivity to sound or light in general?" he asked.

The same thing happened with Scott and Stiles again, and both were finding themselves growing slightly pissed off at one another.

"You were super distracted all day, today," Scott said.

"Um, hello? ADHD!" Stiles argued.

Scott sighed.

"Okay, true, but that doesn't explain you freaking out at the bell ringing," Scott remarked.

Deaton furrowed his brows pensively. He made that "hmmm" sound again, and Stiles wanted to punch him in the throat.

"How would you describe the sound of the bell today? Was it different from how it normally sounds to you?" he asked.

With that, Stiles thought back to the painfully loud sound of the bell as well as all of the other noises, like what had seemed like a million different persistent "ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP," sounds happening in different rhythms. He tried to formulate an answer, distracted by the two current drumming noises he was hearing.

"I don't know it was just so loud. Everything is so loud," Stiles explained.

Deaton nodded.