Imprint From Out Of Town {Staul-StilesxPaul}

Chapter 5: Good and Bad

While we waited, Sam allowed the others to explain vampires to us. Thank god. If I had to wait any longer I thought I would have burst.

Their tribe calls them 'the cold ones', and they date back to as early as well... everything, as far as they know. Vampires and werewolves are sworn enemies, and they have been for centuries. They explained that vampires are as hard as stone, and the only way to ensure you've killed them is to tear them apart and burn the pieces. Otherwise, they can piece themselves back together- like Humpty Dumpty. And they are immortal, just like the legends state.

"How can you tell them apart from humans?" Scott wondered.

"You can smell them. They smell icy sweet- it almost burns your nose," Derek answered, from his experience only an hour ago.

"That- and they are very pale, have red eyes, and they're like statues. They don't need to breath or blink or rest," Sam explained.

"And they're physically perfect," Embry added.

"So they actually drink human blood?" I asked in a tone of disgust, despite my attempt at being 'professional'.

"Not always..." Seth trailed off as three more figures came walking up to the front door. I didn't even get a glance in before my pack members were moving.

Derek was in front of me in a second flat, his hand resting firmly on my hip as he shielded me. Scott was beside him immediately, both of them growling loudly, conveying a warning and a threat. I couldn't see their faces, but I knew their eyes would be red and their fangs would be on display. I felt Derek's claws against my bare skin, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He never had.

"Der? Scotty? What's wrong?" I asked from where I stood. I knew better than to try and get around them when they were like this. They would only shove me back into their protective bubble. I had a hand on each of their backs, trying to calm them a little.

"Vampire," they both answered, their fangs muffling the word.

"What?!" I screeched, shrinking myself a little further, but also trying to look around Derek's broad shoulder to get a glimpse.

"It's okay!" A male voice I didn't recognize was saying. "He's not like the one we chased!"

Suddenly the rest of the pack members were moving to the front door, but they didn't look alarmed to have a friggen vampire in their dining room at all. They looked... protective?

"He's with us," Sam spoke firmly. It was the tone of an alpha that brooked no arguments. Unfortunately, I brought two alphas of my own who were completely unaffected by this.

"How?! Why?" Derek demanded, not relaxing his stance in the slightest.

"Stiles is human!" Scott shouted angrily, as if accusing them of putting my life in jeopardy. Derek's hand tightened on my hip, but he was careful with his claws.

"What kind of name is Stiles?" A different, deep voice questioned.

I rolled my eyes and huffed in annoyance. If we want an alliance with this pack, we need to trust them. Even if they do run with vampires. The idea seemed contradictory to the way they spoke about them earlier, but that's besides the point. They had trusted us enough to invite us into their home, to introduce us to all of their pack. We needed to show the same courtesy.

Plus... I've got the chance to meet a real ass vampire!

"He's not in any danger," Sam stated matter of factly.

That was enough for me- even if it wasn't for my alpha body guards. I grew impatient with the growing tension in the room and gently shoved Scott and Derek aside. I stepped forward, ignoring their sounds of protest as I pivoted to face them.