Burning hot face (Stiles Stilinski x Vampire!Fem!Reader)
Synopsis: You stay in Beacon Hills with your Holistic aunt in a large dark house only for you two. You've been going to Beacon Hills High School since the 9th grade, and have a grown a liking to the buzzboy Stiles Stilinski. Yet you're unknown to the student body, however more is uncovered as you are a natural born vampire, dealing with your new curse of a transformation.
Exclaimers!!: Mentions of blood, body horror, transformations
Notes: This is the first fic im actually dropping im so exciteddd!! I'm a little tired so i lowkey had to run this thru word and rush to fix a few things but not fully edited lol. Most of these kind of fics are just imagines and daydreams i needed to write out to properly think of the scenarios and i hope in continuing writing fics starting from this one would have a concise plot. And lastly it's more or so hinted that the reader is black but i hope anyone can see themselves in the place of you!! HOPE you enjoy!!
It's burning. Horribly. You feel the heat of flames surrounding your body, as you shift around. There's an unbearable weight on your chest and your body is on fire. Heavy breaths leave you the more you toss and turn, until you hear the door to your room open; your eyes shot open.
Leering your head over towards your door, your aunt stands in the doorway. With furrowed brows, she looks at you with worry. "Honey, why haven't you gotten up for school yet? I thought you'd be ready by now."
Her light blue fuzzy slippers shift across the floor towards you, to get a better look. The wood creaks in the old dark house. Now that she's near you, her brows have dropped and she stares. She realizes it may be time.
The time in every teenage vampire's life, where it might as well be second puberty. Sweat drops down from your face, while you shift uncomfortably in bed.
"You need some tea… Some that will flush out the heat from your body." Your aunt had spoken out loud, but it seems like it wasn't directly to you. More as if she was thinking to herself, your head shifts from looking up at the ceiling to confusion to look at her. Before you could ask how that could possibly work, her slippers slide down the low amber burning halls.
The house was dimly lit; bits of sunlight spilled through your window past the curtains as it signaled it was a new day.
The same sunlight beams bright and widely almost blinding Scott in his eyes, as he tries to focus on his writing. He turns to Stiles, getting ready to complain but sees his eyes wandering outside.
Scott burns a hole in the back of Stiles' head, and he almost feels it causing him to turn and look at his best friend. Mr. Harris sits in front of the classroom giving a lecture about how 'there will be groups given out for a new science project.'
While he starts to call the groups of 3, the two boys hear Scott's name in another group and they both wince. When Mr. Harris gets to Stiles, he explains that due to the uneven number of students in the class he'd be paired up with one partner.
He heard your name but searched for you around the classroom. He's never really put name to face but since nobody had came over, he assumed you weren't there. Mr. Harris saw the same thing, so he tasks Stiles with going to check for you at your house before he starts 'handing out F's.'
The bell rings leading Scott and Stiles to go into the sea of chatter that is the halls of Beacon Hills.
Scott is a footstep ahead of Stiles as he tries to catch up, almost tripping on his own shoelaces. "Hey, have you ever heard of this…" He imminently forgot your name, so did Scott seemingly so.
Scott looks over to Stiles, "No, not really. But maybe Allison knows?" Stiles' brows furrowed further as they enter the two doors to the cafeteria, stomachs ready for cardboard like chicken nuggets and soggy fries.
They sit with Allison, Lydia, and Danny. Stiles starts to complain about his day so far and gets to what happened in science class. Danny perks up and finishes chewing his food to explain to him who you are, "She's the girl that sits on the far left of the room."
The whole table stares at him, and he blinks before he sighs and says your name. A crowd of 'Ohhh's' were heard before everyone resumed the conversation. Stiles still didn't have a chance to properly remember you himself. As Allison mentions seeing you live by Isaac Lahey, he has to go retrieve you so the two of you can start the project.
As the sun nearly sets, you wake up once more during the day. You've woken up several times, either to drink tea, get a cold rag on your forehead, or just cause of the sound of birds chirping outside your window.
But this time, it was because of a knock. You thought it was just the monkey that was in your dream, hitting a drum, but it was followed by a few more knocks until you realized someone was downstairs.
As expected, your aunt answers the door, but you recognize a familiar voice. It was Stiles, the boy you have known since last year. His buzzed hair is becoming slightly longer; he’s possibly letting it grow from now on. He’s come along with his childhood best friend.
You heard a drowned-out version of his question due to him being too far. Soon it was followed by familiar shuffling and your aunt appears, "Honey, a friend from school is here. You never told me you had anyone coming over." You start to question her words, saying "I didn't know anyone coming over myself."
With a short-winded giggle, you start to feel a little embarrassed. "I'm coming!" Your aunt turned from you to walk down to the boys, thinking about how she would possibly explain your current situation.
Now coming downstairs, your aunt once again greets the two boys sitting on the couch. "Would you boys like any tea? I've made some earlier?" They looked at each other then nodded at the gesture.
She sets the black, printed kettle onto the stove to heat the liquid once again. She walks back to the two to strike up conversation— "She's never told me about her friends from school, my niece. She, however, described a boy with a buzzcut. Seeing none of you have one, from the names she’s mentioned one of you must be Stiles I'm guessing?"
Both boys raise their brows surprised at the lucky assumption. "Oh, that's me," Stiles given a small smile. "…What did she mention about me exactly?"
Your aunt smiles back, almost snickering: "Well she seems to have something of a… Crush on you in particular," Stiles then ends up frowning immediately, "Is this some kind of joke? Because if so, it's not a particularly funny one."
Your aunt bites back a blink, "Oh, honey of course not she tells me–" Her dialogue was cut short due to a large shriek that shook the bones of the old home. It was you, yelling any sound you could to alert about the pain occurring.
Scott finally speaks up, "Is she okay? Why hasn't she come down yet?" Your aunt's calm façade fades a bit when she realizes how detrimental your condition is becoming; she scurry's back up the stairs while shouting incoherently about how you just have a 'fever' but clearly Scott and Stiles knew better than that.
Your aunt bursts through the door; you lie on the floor clutching your chest. "I'm hurting–!" Your teeth started to grit as a searing pain bubbles between your nose and chin. Your aunt's face is now fully terrified at what she looks down at. "Your teeth, they're coming in."
Scott moves from his seat to get a better listen on what's happening upstairs, to seek any danger.
Stiles quickly tapped on him to get a reply to his question about 'Who's dying upstairs?'
"I… Heard something about wings coming." Stiles face scrunches in confusion, "Food?? Now is not the time to be talking about food." Scott falls silent for a few more seconds, "No, not food. I think it's shapeshifting kind of wings."
His sentence sounded more like a question, but it encouraged the two to slowly travel up the creaky stairs of the house. They've walked halfway, before Scott stopped.
He tells Stiles to go up all the way because he's 'lighter on his feet.' Stiles continues as he reaches the amber covered hallway; it smells of incense.
He gets on his knees to move more efficiently without being detected, shifting past a small black table with a photo of a familiar face he almost recognized.
He finds himself in front of a room, the door left ajar. Stiles leers his head to the small open gap in the door and takes in the sight before him.
His eyes bulge out of his head as he finally sees the face; he's been looking for this afternoon. However, included in the picture before him, besides you, were the bloodied teeth pulled from your gums as your mouth hangs open in pain. Your right hand shakes as you lift it to your mouth to get a good feel for this new change. Almost pricking yourself you feel two sharp canines stacked against each other on each side of your mouth. Not only that, but it seems that the round ears you're familiar with have became more pointed than normal.
Only a silent shriek leaves you as your body aches in pain. Stiles scrambles on his feet, and rushes down the hall and down the stairs to Scott. "WE NEED TO LEAVE. NOW."
Stiles bursts out the door with his bookbag barely slanging on his shoulder as he frantically starts his Jeep. Scott takes one last look at the top of the stairs, before following behind and getting in the passenger seat.
You and your aunt jolt at the sound of the front door slamming shut, and you look at each other knowing something must be done about your new coming of age.
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