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 gone for the weekend—when a violent pounding shattered the quiet, rattling the front door on its hinges. He bolted downstairs, heart hammering, and yanked it open without a second thought. There you stood, his classmate, but something was terribly wrong. Your fangs were bared, one hand pressed tight to your stomach, blood seeping dark through your shirt. Stiles froze, his breath catching. "you?"