vamp out, meet the girl

AN: So guys, we've got a serious serious chapter about to happen here. Some torture happens. I will make it short I swear, but I want to get to the meeting of Mia and stiles. And I don't want it to be at school. I've read too many twilight fics like that and I think I may jump off my roof if I have to write it and subsequently read it after. Do hope this isn't an issue :)

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STILES

It was bad. So much worse than I thought it would be. That smell. The sweet cinnamon and now that I was so close I could even smell vanilla. It was intoxicating.

Not only did Mia cullen smell better than I ever thought somebody could supernatural or otherwise, but she looked like fucking margot Robbie. What the hell?

I couldn't wait for the bell of music class to ring. I was in full form the entire class. Full veins, full eyes, fangs barred. Like when marcel first meets the originals after Elijah killed davina. The things were damn near exploding out of my face.

When the bell ring it took all my strength of willpower to not blur out of the class. Her smell combined with all the students heartbeats in the hallway was bad. So bad. Nobody here knows how much danger their in.

It's like a Leopard dressed as a gazelle walking with them to the watering hole, just waiting to be found out and fighting the need to drain them dry.

When I got to the lot I didn't even care who saw me. I blurred to my car and peeled out of the lot.

My foot was on the gas pedal the entire way home. Damn Charlie swan. I'll drink from him then compel him to forget should he pull me over. I'm in no mood to deal with human rules right now.

I may have only been a vampire for a little while, but right now my instincts have fully kicked in. I'm not the calm, cool, and collected stiles O'Brien who just wants to be left alone. No, right now I'm a predator who's starving for the only thing that can sustain him. Blood.

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I almost shatter the door from my garage to the kitchen.

Instantly i blur to my basement and get to the stand-alone freezer full of blood I collected from various different states.

I inhale two bags before I even know what's going on, but it isn't enough. I don't know what's happening. But I can't stay in this house. I have to hunt something, someone.

With this in mind i speed out of my back door and blur across the river so quickly I don't even need to jump. In an instant I'm headed north, Canada.

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VANCOUVER, CANADA

STILES

I make my way to Vancouver. Not even really knowing what I'm doing. Yes I do. I'm hunting.

The shadow of my hood and baseball cap doesn't hide the scarlet red eyes in the shadows. I know this. Which is why I'm moving so fast, trying to find somewhere to listen. My prey will reveal themselves if I just, listen.

Arriving atop a 4 story building in an instant i close my eyes and take a deep breath in and out. I focus all my attention on my supernatural ears.

Slowly, all non-important noises are blocked out. Car horns, garbage trucks picking up and putting down dumpsters, dogs barking, it all just flows into nothingness.

All I can hear is the many different heartbeats.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Then I hear it. A faint sound. I Focus slowly on that. A cry had broken through the heartbeats accompanied by an almost too fast beat to be safe.

I focused intently. Every out of my being went onto the sound, one of another predator at work.

"Please,please, why are you doing this? Do you want money? I can pay you. I swear-"

*BANG* "ahh"

There it was. The thing I've been waiting for.

I know I can't get away with only drinking blood bags. Sometimes, it gets no better than 98.6

So, I've decided, so deep even my beastly instinct driven mind follows this rule:

If we are to hunt, we will be a predator of other predators. The apex of apexes.

'It's time to eat.' I think with a downright manic smile on my face, my fangs im sure making it even more monsterous than I can imagine.

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Mia

I had to see him. Stiles O'Brien. I needed to be around that smell. it was as if a beautiful tumor had grown in my Brain that not even my supernatural healing could heal.

After chatting with my parents about stiles, the little I knew much to my consternation, had all been well received.

I made an excuse to leave right after our hunt and wiping my face from any blood residue. I had to follow that scent. It was stuck in my head. I doubt even if years passed I could lose the trail.

Using my gift, I almost blur out of existence into the Forrest following that beautiful trail of honey and apples.

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It took me barely 5 minutes to reach his house. A beautiful thing truth be told. I know esme would approve of such a thing.

I don't hear any heartbeats in the house. 'Odd.' I think as I notice his car in the open garage.

Looking more closely, I can see the door from the garage is open.

I slowly creep my way into the house and freeze at the smell. Human blood. I'm better than my brother jasper, but it's hard to control at anytime. No matter how well you think you can control it, the initial shock always triggers instinct. I know my eyes are blown black with hunger, even though I've just eaten.

I speed down following the smell of blood and arrive at an odd sight. An empty hospital fluid bag with blood residue. Where is stiles?

I go back upstairs and look to see the back sliding door to the house that leads to the another river that breaks off from the one we share with the wolves.

I notice the smell going toward the river. 'What are you, stiles?' I think to myself as I begin to follow the trail again. I have to find him. To see him.

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The scent leads all the way to Vancouver. How'd he get so far?

I check my phone to see it's 1:00. Finding his scent in this city will be nearly impossible.

I quickly go block to block trying to understand why he's come here.

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Making my way through the industrial district I see a warehouse that reeks of blood.

Cautious, I make my way to the door and slowly open it.

As I step inside what I see shocks me. Around me are 10 men without hearts, in the middle of them is my mate, stiles holding a beautiful brown haired girl in his arms.

The rage I feel as such a thing breaks through my shock at the carnage around me, only for the rage to disappear right after and be replaced by confusion.

The confusion was caused by the brown haired girl clearly drinking blood from my mates arm. She is different. I can smell it.

Then I'm back to shock, as stiles snaps the young girls neck. I fall to the ground and gasp.

Then stiles looks over at me.

And instead of shock, anger or confusion, I felt pure fear. And instinct that screamed at me to run and hide.

For he had the most luminous Scarlett eyes I've ever seen on a vampire, veins in his face fun from the middle of his pale skin.

Then he does the one thing I didn't expect him to do, for what predator doesn't pounce when it's got prey cornered...

He blurred away in a speed that would make me envious if I wasn't so terrified.

'What do i do?'I think to myself as I smell his scent going toward forks.

'No, he killed an innocent girl. That much I know. He has to answer for that. We can't have a loose cannon in forks. Even if he's my mate.' I resolve myself. I've met many vampires like the one I just saw in this warehouse, and it scares me. Because those usually don't turn the other way, they're too far gone.

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FORKS, WASHINGTON

STILES

Laying the Jenna Ortega look alike on one of my guest beds, I run back out to the bank of the river and scream, "FUCK!"

I breathe In and out. Trying to recall what happened in that warehouse. To be honest? I only remember flashes.

Like being blacked out drunk. Very few things are clear.

I remember walking into the warehouse, seeing what was being done to the young girl, and it all went red.

Apparently this was part of a human trafficking operation, one that looks to have just started thank god. I saw the girl tied up, trying to get out of her ropes.

The men though didn't like this one bit and threatened to carve her up should she keep misbehaving. She answers with a mouthful of saliva to his face.

Such actions earn her a backhand across the face. But I can admire the spirit if nothing else. 'She's a fighter.' I think, impressed with her spunk even in a terrible situation.

By this time I've already dehearted all 9 men but this one. Something neither of them seem to notice in their battle of wills.

As I'm draining the last piece of human garbage Alive though the unexpected happens.

The young firey girl had kicked the captor in the balls. Which earned her a knife to the chest. Multiple times. "Stupid cunt. We'll find another one," the man said to an empty warehouse. Unaware he was trapped in here with a monster far worse than he.

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Shithead pov

After letting the dumb bitch fall back down to the ground to bleed out, I turn around and open my mouth to fall out to tommy to clean her up and have his fun, 'dudes a monster,' I think to myself.

Just as I turn around to call him though my mouth is grabbed. The hand isn't huge. But the grip feels like an industrial press.

I lock eyes with my captor and shiver.

Staring at me is a boy about 17-18, black hair and a hoodie that is sipped up all the way but without the hood.

His most prominent features however are the glowing red eyes, the thick, angry veins running up his cheeks to them, and lastly at the bottom of it all, seeming to be the source of the veins and eyes, is mouth set in a wicked smile. One of a monster.

He speaks, "so, you enjoy hurting people, eh?" He says in what I assume to be a joke at the Canadians way of speaking.

(AN: it's a joke. Don't be mad my Canada people. You're awesome. Learn to laugh sometimes)

I can't respond to the boy because of the hand on my face. "Oh, cat got your tongue does he? Allow me to show you true horror." And then I see his other hand right where my heart is supposed to be. I feel cold and then I realize what's happened.

I look behind me and my worst fears are confirmed. Sticking out of my back is half the boys arm, in his hand is a heart. My heart.

Then, darkness overtakes me.

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STILES

I rush up to the young girl and bite my wrist just as her heart beat gets dangerously low.

Putting it to her mouth she lazily swallows the pouring crimson liquid that's over flowing her mouth until I help her by rubbing her throat to get it down.

She looks at me and I do something I didn't think I'd do so soon. Much less to a women I have no love for, "do you want to protect yourself? So that this never happens again?"

I ask. Her nod is all I need.

I get it and as soon as she does I snap her neck.

Hearing a gasp, I look over and see the worst possible person I can see. Mia cullen. She looks scared. Terrified. That makes me feel odd. When we lock eyes something happens. Then I realize, 'the goddamn mate bond! Damn you twilight fuckery!' I said in my mind. I'd forgotten about that completely.

I Decided I can't compel her, if I was supposed to be with this girl I could never take away her rights like that. She'd never trust me again.

So I do the only sensible thing I can do, run...….

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AN: cliffhanger I know I know. Don't hurt me. I'll get another up tomorrow. This was by far my favorite chapter so far to write.

I know I kinda traded one cliche for another, but come one, I'll play the middle ground if he's going to eat from people it's going to be dirt bags. 🤷🏼Hope you enjoy.