Changing Patterns

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Stiles followed down the steps cautiously, he pulled his knife from his pocket again. It wouldn't do anything, but it made him feel secure. "What ability?"

"Just the one where you can get others to do as you please." The vampire started in front of stiles, he ended besides his ear. The boy jumped and was caught at the shoulder where the vampire softly laid a hand and directed him to the right.

"Let's start with something you want." He offered pulling open a metal door. "Hmm."

The woman sat still in a tied chair, Erica's shoes neatly set aside. She raised her head with red eyes and sharp teeth pushed into leather. The strap pulled back her head against the chair seat and caused cracks along her face and neck. She tried to hiss and only spat spit forward into her lap. Stiles wanted to run away, he gaged as the sight cuffing his bloody hand to his mouth and pushed away more tears. He didn't believe anyone deserved this, not even someone like this woman.

"She's the one who knows where your friend is right?" The man swung around and sat in the concrete floor feet in front of the tied down girl. "Tell her to let the girl go." He directed.

"I don't- I don't know how to control it!" Stiles cupped his mouth again, this time purposefully pulling up his leather jacket to touch his skin. He wanted to just go home again.

"Ohhh come on know!" The vampire whipped up in seconds to pull himself to Stiles's side, he snatched off the jacket leaving the boy cold as he slug it on his own chilly ice skin. "Someone's missing their pet. Regretting this decision."

Stiles glaring eyes dropping to the jacket. "Not if you give that back." He snapped. "I'll try, if it doesn't work you let her go." The man smiled swishing off Derek's jacket and flinging it back toward the boy.

Stiles snatched it from the air and pulled it to his chest. He glared as the man grinned. "Fine."

"Mmn!!" The woman yelled under her leather belt, she shook at her restraints, it wouldn't matter she was surrounded by mountain ash anyways. Stiles couldn't help but find it weird as the woman flashed her eyes at the man and hissed beneath her belt. Stiles angled himself trying to remember how to do what he's asked. The vampire wants him to control another vampire. And his brother is a part of this group of mosquitoes trying to kill him. She wiggled as she faced the boy, her eyes seemingly begging.

Stiles shook his head and focused on her, it was almost natural. He convinced himself the whole thing was, his grip tightening on the leather jacket before he snapped his eyes away and sighed.

"Oh~ you can do better that-"

"Shut up." The boy hissed back and folded the jacket in his hands in half. Then kneeling and laying it down on the floor as he shook out his hands. Stiles stood up straight, sighed, and met the woman's eyes again.

He avoided thinking about her human appearance, her name being Natasha, he avoided that she was the youngest of the vampires. He thought about her appetite. What she said, what she claimed, what she did. Sure she was just another monster in town. Sure maybe he lives with some. But they aren't doing evil things, they don't try to force things, or kill to eat. Stiles doesn't think it is all them that allure monsters. The man wouldn't even really call them monsters, they honestly just try to survive. Stiles blinked his eyes as they stung partly. He knew they'd glow if it worked, but he did hate the color.