It started with Peter [Sterek] (completed)

If I die young

Note cleared by C4R

Death. Stiles was beginning to understand it. It's like because he wasn't apart of it he could simply see it. Death was the cycle people had to eventually fall from, but the concept always seemed foreign, at bay in his mind. It's like he understood it in a way no one else could. Derek had died. Died and Stiles doubted he was coming back and something was compelling him to kill. A bloodlust unlike any other, he has killed two of Deucalion's pack members already, the powers of an alpha flew through his veins like a high that could last forever. His wings haven't grown back yet, he's afraid they might not ever, seeing how alpha blood makes him gain a faster healing rate, strength, and increased other powers. They are still stubs. They won't grow back, not in this century.

"You know, since I'm a vampire, I'm inpure, you know, that's a lie, I don't have a complete soul, it dies every time or something, that means I can't be taken by this darach..." Stiles smiled.

"Good for you," Scott growled out, which was odd seeing how Scott was his best friend and all.

"You're killing me," Stiles deadpanned.

"You don't get it Stiles, you've killed people," Scott sat down on a chair and waited for class to start.

"You mean people, who'd kill other people to get to an alpha to increase their members to kill more people to get to an alpha again repeating the process over and over till no one could stop them even if they tried, not to mention they killed Derek..."

"You don't know if he died..." Scott said," and you're right..." Scott sighed in defeat.

"And... You don't get the feeling... it's a lot harder to resist, it's not just a vampire bloodlust, but an alpha werewolf's as well, and it keeps getting worse, and I can't stop it... not when they did what they did to Derek," Stiles gritted.

"Can't or won't..." Scott asked, though he hung the sentence like a statement.

"You already know the answer,"  Stiles said. Stiles hissed out and left Scott alone to think. The smell of Derek shot through his nose suddenly, curiosity got the best of him so he followed it, it was faint and he doubted two alphas ago he wouldn't of been able to smell it, but he's drained two alphas since then and he can smell it clear as curly fries when he was human. It was coming from his next class, it radiated off of parts from none other than Jennifer, Stiles' eyes widened. He sat down rather early for his next class and waited patiently, he could wait. But, now that he knows Derek's alive, what is his next move. He can't give up facts about him being supernatural to Jennifer, she might not know if Derek is a werewolf or not or how much Derek has told her. There are blanks he doesn't want to cross yet, there are roughly four more members of the alpha pack left, including the twins.

Sorry for short chapter, but needed the beginning authors note to be said. I'll work on the next chapter tomorrow and finish it this week promise. Just I don't like to finish stories.