After a recent fight between Scott McCall and a pack of werewolves, Stiles got caught in the crossfire. While you both were running away from one of the werewolves, he cut his side on a sharp piece of wood that he didn’t notice. After Scott stepped in and got rid of the wolf, he instructed you to take Stiles home quickly to deal with the cut. But Scott being so distracted by the werewolf pack, he completely forgot the fact that you are a vampire, and being with Stiles while he is bleeding? Not a great idea.

After getting him home and cleaning him up, Stiles noticed your sickly looking skin along with the faint layer of sweat lacing your forehead and your shallow breaths.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, his eyes roaming your face, lingering on your now prominently dark under eyes.

You shake your head with a swallow. “No, big breakfast.”

It is clear you are severely affected by the blood you had just cleaned off his body, the smell of the wash cloth thrown in his trashcan assaulting your senses. You thought you were being slick about it, and maybe if someone else was watching you, they wouldn’t have noticed. But Stiles certainly did. “It would be okay.”

“What would be?” You ask, sitting down on his bed beside him.

“If you drank some of my blood, i’ve given you some before.” The shocked look on your features was almost comical.

“Yeah, through a pint.” You point out. “It would hurt.”

“I think i’ve had worse… i’m telling you, it’s okay.”

Oh how you wished this wasn’t so tempting. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Stiles.”

“It’ll be fine.” He smiles reassuringly, almost as if he actually wanted you to do it. “You said before that you’ll stop if someone pushes you off. I will.”

After a moment of hesitation, paired with another whiff of the faint smell of blood still lingering in the room, you nod. “Don’t let me kill you. I don’t really want you to die.” Luckily, your type of vampire is that you can’t turn someone by just a bite.

You watch as he tilts his head to the side, his chest rising and falling with slight nerves.