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Chapitre 5

Stiles was in his kitchen having breakfast. He was also explaining to Peter and Erica what had happened with his two lovers.

- You didn't hurt too much when this Damon drank your blood? Erica asked her.

- No more than when Scott lost control and bit me.

He touched her shoulder and her upper arm, where her scar was. Peter who had come to see him had been able to remove Scott and calm him down. He checked his bite and reassured him and his father that he wouldn't transform.

- Did it leave a mark on you? The wolf asked him again.

- Yes. Look.

He turned and then showed her his neck. The blonde brushed the marks.

- Are you okay?

- No.

- Two bite marks. Your dad must be crazy. Peter told him with a small smile.

- He almost had a stroke when he found out. But when I told him that there too, there was no risk that I would transform, he was reassured. Well, until I confess to him that if I am injured or dead, if someone gives me blood, I will transform. There, he was on the verge of syncope.

- Poor Noah. said Peter.

- Yes. Poor sheriff. I think that's where you've reached the limit of what he can take. Said his wolf to him.

- I think so too. That's why I didn't say anything when he ate burgers and fries.

His friends smiled.

- Tell me, Stiles. How were they? Sexy? Seductive?

- Look.

He took out his cell phone and then looked for the photo he had taken of the three of them.

He showed her.

- Wow. Super cannon. Who is who ?

- On the left is Dean. On the right is Damon.

- Can vampires be photographed? Asked surprised Peter.

- Yes. There are a lot of things we thought about them that are wrong. As for you darlings.

His friends smiled.

- So what happened next? Erica asked.

He took a sip from his glass of milk. He plunged back into his memories.

With Dean, Damon and Sam, they had gone to the two brothers' room. They had exchanged the information they had and checked the sites as well as the bestiary. But nothing.

- It's impossible not to find out what this creature is. Dean exclaimed.

- Damon. Have you ever seen this kind of creature? he asked whispering.

- No. Never. However, I have seen things.

- A concern ? Dean asked.

- No. At all.

- How do we do then ? Sam asked.

- I may have books that could help us. I'll ask my brother to search for us. Damon said.

- Why don't we go and see for ourselves? Dean asked.

- I live in Virginia. That would be a bit of a drive, wouldn't it?

- Damon. Call your brother.

The vampire came out to call. Sam retreated to the bathroom.

He was alone with Dean.

- Is there anything between this Damon and you?

- No. Just a very recent friend.

- The police have no clues?

- No. They row. My dad sends me what they have. But it's even less than us.

He felt his heart beat faster when Dean came to sit beside him, very close. The hunter's right arm was behind his back. He felt his elder's breath on the skin of his neck.

- So tell me, how long have you been researching the supernatural?

- Two...

He cleared his throat.

- Two years. My old best friend was bitten by a werewolf. Before you decide to go butcher him, know that the pack is protecting the people of our town, they haven't killed or bitten anyone.

- I have never seen that.

- Yet it is the truth.

He looked at her saying that. A look that could not be averted.

He saw him approaching him, or was he the one walking towards Dean when Sam came out of the bathroom.

He sat down properly while turning his head away, his cheeks flushed.