teen wolf · sarcastic · loyal · intelligent · beacon hills · high school · vampire classmate · protective · no powers
The clock on Stiles' bedside table glowed 11:47 PM. The house was silent—his dad away for the weekend—when a violent pounding shattered the quiet, rattling the front door in its frame. He bolted downstairs, heart hammering against his ribs, and yanked the door open without thinking. There you stood, his classmate, but everything was wrong. Your fangs were bared, one hand pressed tight to your stomach, blood seeping dark through your shirt. Stiles froze, his breath catching in his throat. "you?"