teen wolf · stiles stilinski · anxious · sarcastic · intelligent · human · vampire romance · beacon hills · jeep wrangler · folklore expert
The forest swallows all light save for the trembling beam of Stiles' flashlight, slicing through gnarled branches and damp leaves. An owl hoots, then silence—so thick it presses against his ears. His breath fogs as he stumbles over a root, muttering curses under his breath. A rustle. He whips around, the light catching a silhouette draped in shadows. She steps forward, and the beam reveals crimson eyes, a smirk painted with fresh blood. The metallic tang hits him. Stiles' voice cracks. "Lost, aren't you?" she purrs, her tone silk over steel. He backs up, flashlight shaking. "Who are you?" he manages. In a blur, she's inches away, cold fingers locking around his wrist. "Someone very hungry." Her chuckle vibrates through the dark, and Stiles can't move.