Chapter 134: The Crimson Bite

Stiles and the girls arrived outside the nightclub and parked their cars.

The exterior of the club looked unassuming, just a brick building with glowing red neon signage that pulsed in rhythm with a slow, thudding bass. The sign read "Crimson Bite", and the line outside was long. Most people had heard about the grand opening and showed up for the free drinks and food.

Stiles turned to the two vampires, Alex and Tony.

"Alright, time to act like you usually do. Now get us in, I don't feel like waiting in line with these sheeple."

Alex and Tony nodded and confidently led Stiles and the girls through the VIP entrance.

Inside, the nightclub was packed. Pulsing red and violet lights strobed across the crowd. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Sexy gothic dancers moved like shadows on platforms while electronic remixes of classical music pounded through the high-end sound system. Hidden booths offered privacy—for feeding, flirting, or both. Every corner of the club screamed vampire glamor.

The group entered the main floor and was instantly swallowed by the crowd.

Stiles looked around with a wide grin, then turned to Allison and the others. "Since we're here… how about we dance a little?"

Allison raised an eyebrow. "We're not here to dance, Stiles."

Stiles pouted dramatically. "You're no fun. Wait here, I wanna get my groove on for just a minute."

Without waiting for a response, he strutted toward the dance floor, and then the show began.

Stiles started dancing.

Not suave. Not sexy. But Ridiculous.

He was doing the sprinkler, the robot, the worm, and even something that looked like a wounded chicken trying to moonwalk. The crowd stopped dancing and started watching him, completely mesmerized by the ridiculous spectacle. The girls were dying with laughter, barely able to breathe.

Lydia was already filming it. Even Victoria cracked a grin.

"Is he serious? Those aren't even dance moves." Kira whispered, barely keeping her giggles in check.

"Knowing Stiles, he probably thinks he's killing it right now." Allison replied with a smirk.

After a few gloriously awkward minutes, Stiles stopped, dramatically wiping fake sweat from his forehead.

The crowd, weirdly entertained, actually cheered. Stiles took a bow and gave a theatrical thank you.

A stunning woman in a tight red dress approached him, eyes gleaming with interest.

"Hey, handsome." She purred. "How about you come with me to a private booth so we can get to know each other?"

Stiles gave her a knowing smile. The moment she walked up, he could feel it, she was a vampire.

"No thanks." He said casually. "I've got a girlfriend."

The woman smirked. "Then bring her too. I'm all for sharing. The three of us could have a lot of fun."

Stiles grinned. "Oh, she'd definitely go with you to a private booth to have fun… but trust me, you wouldn't enjoy it."

The woman tilted her head, intrigued. "Oh? Is she wild? I like wild girls. Is she here? Call her over. Let's play."

Stiles shook his head. "She's not here. And you should be very thankful for that. Now leave me alone, I'm not interested."

Her smile faded, and irritation flashed across her face. She was just about to try compelling him, but Lydia and the rest of the girls walked up.

The vampire woman looked at them, then went back into the crowd to find another target.

Allison crossed her arms. "Stiles, should I tell Malia you were flirting with some random vampire?"

Stiles immediately held up his hands. "No! I didn't flirt. She came on to me after seeing my amazing dance moves. I told her I had a girlfriend!"

"Really? You weren't tempted to go with her into a private booth?" Allison teased.

"Not even a little." Stiles said quickly. "And please don't tell Malia. She'll probably beat my ass. You know how she is."

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Alright, enough stalling. Stiles, tell your two goons to get to work. I don't like this place."

Stiles nodded and turned to Alex and Tony. "Find a way to get the other eight leeches into the back room. Text me when it's done."

Alex and Tony nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

Fifteen minutes later, the back room was full, dim lighting, sleek black couches, and ten vampires eyeing each other with suspicion.

The woman who had flirted with Stiles looked at Alex with narrowed eyes. "So what's so urgent you had to interrupt my feeding and drag me here?"

Alex gave a casual shrug. "Be patient. You'll find out soon."

Just then, the door slammed open.

Stiles strolled in, flanked by the girls like a supernatural mafia. He gave them all a bright, smug smile. "Hey, suckers."

The woman smirked and licked her lips. "Handsome, did you change your mind? And I see you didn't come alone. You brought a lot of pretty little things with you."

She patted the space between herself and another vampire, then looked at Lydia with hungry eyes. "I like redheads the most. Beauty, come sit next to me."

Lydia smiled sweetly. "Sure."

She walked over and sat right between the woman and the other vampire, but what neither vampires noticed was the way Lydia's fingers subtly morphed—long, sharp talons extending, a transparent venom dripping silently from their tips.

Across the room, a male vampire glanced at Allison and grinned. "Alex, is this why you brought us here? I like your taste. That pale one's mine."

Another vampire pointed at Erica. "Leave the blonde for me."

A third one eyed Victoria and laughed. "Oh, and there's an older woman, too? Alex, Tony, you boys outdid yourselves tonight. You know I love the mature ones. She looks mean, but I bet I can make her smile."

Victoria's expression twisted with disgust. "Alright, kids." She said coldly. "Let's take them down."

Before any of the vampires could react, Lydia struck first, her venomous talons slashing across the arms of the two vampires beside her. Within seconds, they were paralyzed, slumping into the couch with dazed, frozen expressions.

Allison, Erica, and Cora moved like blurs, each appearing behind a different vampire. In a coordinated attack, they kicked their targets to the ground and quickly subdued them.

Stiles knocked out two vampires with ease.

And then there was Victoria.

She strolled over to the still-stunned vampire who had called her "old." Without hesitation, she pulled out a silenced pistol and shot him several times in the chest. As he crumpled to his knees, groaning, she kicked him hard between the legs a few times. Then, with a final snap, she broke his neck.

Stiles watched with wide eyes, swallowing hard. 'Note to self: never call Victoria old… or piss her off.'

"Uh… weren't we trying not to kill them?" He asked.

Victoria casually holstered her gun. "I didn't kill him. I just broke his neck. He'll heal, he's a vampire, remember?"

"Oh. Right. Forgot they can do that."

Victoria turned to Lydia. "Paralyze the rest of them. We need answers."

Lydia nodded and swept through the room, pricking the remaining vampires with her talons until they were all immobilized.

Allison looked around and said. "Let's read their memories. Maybe we'll get a clue about John."

They each moved to a vampire and read their memories. Afterward, they regrouped on the sleek black couches in the room.

Stiles held out his hand, and darkness began to swirl in his palm, forming eight tiny fireflies that buzzed with a faint glow.

"Alright, bloodsuckers." He whispered. The fireflies flew toward the vampires, circling their heads before slipping into their ears and mouths. "You're mine now."

Erica frowned. "From the memories I got, John's extremely cautious. The vampire didn't even know what he looked like. No phone number, no address, he just shows up at random to give orders and then vanishes."

Allison nodded. "Same here. The one I read said a guy in a hood turned him one night after giving some speech about immortality, power, and ruling Beacon Hills."

Victoria looked at the others. "Is it the same for all of them?"

Everyone nodded.

"Then we can't do much tonight." Victoria said. "Stiles, order them to act normal and alert us when John shows up."

Stiles turned to the vampires. "Listen up. Go back to normal. Feed and party, but no killing or raping anyone. When John shows up, text me immediately and stall him. Flirt, spill drinks, act drunk, I don't care what you do, just keep him here until I arrive. You can even try to use force. Nod if you understand."

Alex, Tony, and the other paralyzed vampires nodded weakly.

With their orders given, Stiles and the girls exited the club.

Once they were outside the nightclub, standing near their cars, Kira asked. "So… what are we gonna do with those vampires once we catch John??"

Victoria answered without hesitation. "We kill them, of course. Remember kids, there might be good werewolves and shapeshifters like us, but there are no good vampires. Wherever they go, they leave nothing but death and destruction. So don't feel sorry for them."

Stiles looked at Victoria, clearly wanting to say something, but hesitated.

Victoria noticed. "Stop looking at me like that and just say what's on your mind."

Stiles nodded. "Okay… but please don't get angry and kick me in the balls like you did to that vampire. I still want to have kids."

Victoria smirked. "That depends on what you're about to say."

Stiles said. "Just let me finish speaking before you do anything, alright?"

She crossed her arms. "Fine. Speak."

Stiles took a breath. "You know how that vampire called you old, and you got pissed..."

Victoria's eyes narrowed.

"Wait! Let me finish!" Stiles said quickly, holding up both hands. "You know how Melissa still looks young? That's because she absorbed a vampire's powers. So, what I'm saying is… maybe you should absorb John's or one of the stronger vampires' powers. Then you'd look as young as Melissa."

Victoria slowly walked over to him. Stiles instantly panicked, stepping back and covering his crotch with both hands. "Just, please... don't kick me in the balls!"

Victoria chuckled and smacked him lightly on the back of the head. "Relax. I'm not mad, Stiles. And for the record, I've already been thinking about that ever since I heard there were vampires in town. I don't need you to remind me."

Lydia chimed in. "Then should the rest of us absorb vampire powers too? You know, to stay young?"

Victoria shook her head. "You little girls don't have to worry about that. As shapeshifters, you'll stay young for a long time. And don't forget how special we are. Remember Agisa? She said she's over two hundred years old, and she still looks thirty. And she's just a normal skinwalker."

Allison nodded. "Mom's right. The only ones who really need to absorb a vampire's power to look young again are Dad, Uncle Noah, Deaton, and Rafael. As for us, we can just absorb the powers of the lesser vampires."

Stiles added. "Let's hope we find enough strong vampires to go around. As for Victor, I think Scott's definitely going to be the one to absorb his powers."

Victoria nodded. "Alright, kids. Let's go home."

With that, they all got into their cars and drove back to the ranch.

To be continued… 😊