Theo saw Stiles' eyes flutter open. He looked to where he was propped up against the wall.

"Good, you're awake," Theo said.

Stiles was alarmed to say the least to see Theo. He knew that he should probably run, but he felt too weak to move. Besides, he was planning to die anyway.

"Where are we?" Stiles asked, the dryness of his throat evident.

"Somewhere safe," Theo replied cryptically.

Stiles craned his neck to scan his surroundings, but even that felt like a lot of effort in his weakened state. Still, he was able to see just enough to realize that he was in the bunker.

"What you are going to do to me?" Stiles asked.

He couldn't even possibly imagine what Theo needed him for. With that, Theo began to stalk over toward him. Stiles attempted to move backwards, but it was impossible as he was already against the wall. Theo seemed to take a slight bit of vindictive pleasure out of Stiles' nervousness, as he then looked down at Stiles, smirking.

"I'm gonna help you. You need blood, right?" Theo said.

Stiles didn't even bother asking how Theo knew about the whole thing. Instead, he found himself listening to the sound of his heartbeat, nice and steady. He inhaled the scent of Theo's blood, so sweet and inviting, calling to him as if it was his for the taking. At that point, Theo's very existence seemed to taunt him.

Theo crouched down to be at eye level with Stiles, locking into his gaze. He allowed his claws to extend before slowly dragging his index finger right below his wrist, taking note of how Stiles intently observed his every movement. He then extended his bleeding arm to Stiles.

"Drink," he said.

Stiles clenched his jaw as he found his eyes stuck staring at the wound, at the fresh blood. Involuntarily, he licked his lips, and was immediately disgusted with himself because of it. He shook his head, trying to fight the urge to take what his body craved with such urgency.

"I'd rather die," Stiles breathed, his voice low.

"Too bad," Theo said, his tone and expression both indicative of displeasure. "Because I️ won't let that happen."

It was then that Theo shoved the wound to Stiles' lips. Stiles' couldn't help but allow his lips to part to taste the sweet crimson liquid. He knew he shouldn't, knew it was wrong. But Theo smelt so good and he was starving.

As he felt some of his strength returning, he grasped at Theo's arm, holding it in place as he sucked ravenously.

"That's it. Good boy," Theo encouraged, the devilish smirk still on his face, reveling in how the other simply couldn't resist this.

Stiles then aggressively pulled Theo's arm away before letting go. He placed his hand over his mouth before screaming out in pain.

This wiped the smirk right off of Theo's face, whose heartbeat was growing erratic and fearful.

He looked at Stiles with wide eyes.

"Stiles? Stiles, are you okay?" Theo asked.

Stiles didn't answer. He simply put a hand against the wall, propelling himself into a standing position as the pain in his gums began to worsen.

Theo stood as well, still watching the other boy.

When Stiles' lips parted, Theo noticed the sharp fangs that were extending. The transition was almost complete.

When his fangs finished growing in, Stiles hissed at Theo. At that point, there was one thing that Theo absolutely could not deny: Stiles looked really fucking hot with fangs.

Once Theo could see that the other was okay, the devilish smirk was back.

"Still hungry?" Theo asked.

Hungry was an understatement. He felt like his stomach was trying to rip itself apart. It took literally all of the restraint he had not to pounce on the other and bite into him.

Stiles looked at the other's throat, trying to form a coherent thought.

"I️ uh..." was all he could manage to get out.

Theo allowed another painfully long moment for Stiles to pass before using a claw to create a small incision on the side of his neck. Stiles watched the whole thing, the motion and the blood that followed all seeming as if they were in slow motion.

"Come and get it," Theo teased.

With that, Stiles finally managed to look Theo in the eyes. Stiles' pupils were blown wide, and Theo noticed a certain wildness that he'd never seen from the other before. There was also a certain pleading quality to his expression, and Theo wasn't quite sure if he was pleading for Theo to stop or for some other permission to take what he needed. He wasn't quite sure if Stiles was sure, either.

Theo simply arched his neck to the side, allowing the vampire to gain better access.

Consequences be damned, Stiles bent his head down and dragged his tongue over the open wound, licking up the blood. He reveled in the way that Theo shuddered underneath his touch before sinking his fangs in and drinking greedily.

Theo couldn't help but release a pleasure filled moan at the feeling of the other's teeth breaking his skin.

Stiles grabbed at Theo's shoulders, pinning him to the opposite wall all in an unnaturally quick moment. It was then, when Stiles had fully trapped his prey, that he sunk his fangs in even deeper.

"Fuck," Theo moaned.

Stiles could feel the vibration of the word in the other's throat, and it simply egged him on more to drink his fill.

It was when Stiles released an animalistic growl that Theo almost lost it. The vampire, in his newfound predatory manner, still sounded desperate, starving.

Theo managed to wrench his hand free, allowing it to come up and find it's way to the back of the other's scalp, bringing him even closer, connecting the two even further.

"That's it. Just drink," Theo encouraged.

It wasn't long after that that Stiles stumbled backward from the force that he had to use to pull himself away when he heard the other's heartbeat begin to slow. He stared at the chimera, panting.

Theo's eyes moved to the other's mouth, stained with blood and fangs still bared. Stained with his blood. Despite how sure Stiles was that he looked like a monster, Theo had to resist the urge pressed his lips against the other's.

Stiles eyes were wide again, but not with in the way was as before. He was stunned, beginning to shake his head in disbelief.

Theo was sure that Stiles was about to lash out at him, but instead he was met with a question.

"What's wrong with you?" Stiles asked.

Theo raised an eyebrow.

"I️'m sure you've had plenty of ideas about that," he teased.

Stiles shook his head.

"No, I mean you...you're insane! I could've killed you!" he said.

He wasn't quite sure why he was so angry about this. Since when did he care what happened to Theo? He should've resented him for force feeding him his blood and forcing him to lose his humanity, but instead he was mad that Theo put his life on the line for him. The entire reason that Stiles chose death over turning in the first place was because he didn't want to hurt anyone.

Theo shrugged.

"But you didn't," he remarked.

"I wanted to," Stiles confessed.

It was true. He didn't want to stop. It was almost impossible. He didn't just want Theo's blood: he wanted every last drop of it. He wanted to keep feeding on him and listen to his heartbeat get slower and slower until it stopped. He wanted to feel Theo's body go cold and limp in his arms. He was a monster.

"Then why didn't you?" Theo asked, but his voice sounded almost like a dare.

He took a step closer to Stiles. The two just looked at each other. Stiles found his gaze moving down from Theo's eyes to his lips. Theo bit his lower lip as if to dare Stiles to do what they both wanted to do in that moment.

Instead, Stiles turned around to face the other side of the room.

"What do you want with me, anyway?" Stiles asked, changing the subject.

"I️ told you. I️ want to help you," Theo replied.

Stiles turned around to face Theo again. He hissed at him, baring fangs.

"Help me? Are you kidding? I'm a fucking monster because of you!" Stiles shouted.

With that, Theo flashed his eyes at Stiles.

"No, you're alive because of me!" Theo exclaimed sternly.

Stiles shook his head.

"Don't you get it? I️ was ready to die! Why couldn't you just let me die?" Stiles asked.

Because I️ care too much about you. Because I️ wouldn't be able to live with myself if I️ did.

"I️ did what needed to be done," Theo said.

Stiles shook his head, stepping forward toward Theo aggressively.

"No, I️ was doing what needed to be done to protect the people that I️ care about. You don't get to make that decision for me," Stiles argued.

Theo scoffed.

"Are you serious? Well, sorry for not letting you be a fucking martyr. If your friends cared half as much about you as you do about them, then they'd never let you go through with something like that!" Theo retorted.

Stiles' hands balled into fists at his sides. He looked down.

"Don't talk about my friends like that," Stiles warned, his voice low.

Theo shrugged.

"Why not? Because you feel like you have to defend your precious alpha Scott who left you to die?" Theo provoked.

It was within a matter of seconds that Theo found himself pinned against the wall once again.

"I️ said stop," Stiles growled.

Theo laughed, which made Stiles even more angry.

"Make me," Theo taunted.

"One more word and I️ swear to God I️ will rip your fucking throat out with my teeth," Stiles threatened.

Theo chuckled.

"No, you won't, because you know that that self righteous prick Scott while never forgive you for killing, even if it is a monster like me," Theo said.

Theo was right. At least somewhat. Stiles knew that Scott would never look at him the same way, but that wasn't the only reason that he could never kill Theo.

Stiles didn't say anything. He simply released his hands from Theo and began to step back.

"Yeah, that's what I️ thought," Theo concluded.

Theo took a step away from the wall.

"I️ can help you, Stiles," Theo suggested once again. "There's a darkness in you that Scott will never understand, but I️ do."

Stiles shook his head.

"I️ don't need your help. You don't know anything about me," Stiles said.

Theo shrugged.

"Fine. Then why don't you go running back to Scott then? See how he'll 'help' you. But, trust me, you'll be back," Theo said.

Stiles blinked, his fangs retracted. He tilted his head slightly, confused.

"Wait, wait a minute...you mean I️ can leave?" Stiles asked.

Theo nodded.

"You were never a hostage. You were free to go this whole time," Theo said.

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Okay, well the whole kidnapping thing made that pretty fucking unclear!" Stiles exclaimed.

Theo did a so-so motion with his hand.

"I️ will admit that it may been a little extreme," Theo admitted.

Stiles eyes widened.

"A little? You literally...just, fuck you, man," Stiles said.

Theo smirked.

"Right now?" he teased.

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"You're a dick," he said before beginning to leave.

Theo watched as he walked away, knowing that he'd be back.