H U M A N

    “You’re in my Jeep which is currently parked in the garage of the      Stilinski estate. I - Uh, purchased you from the auction? You had      a pretty nasty cut on you too. But, uh, those guys at the auction      house can be assholes. My mother used to hate going there, it      had something to do with their treatment of humans. She was a      human actually. When she was alive the auction house was a lot      younger though. She was registered as my father’s blood slave      and -- “    Stiles cut himself off, realizing he was not only rambling but he was    giving off personal information to a complete stranger. Even after    hundreds of years Stiles still had no control on his filter. He let go    of an awkward cough as a form to cover up his idiocy.    “Come on, lets get you inside and showered. I’ll make sure that we     Get come clothes for you by tomorrow, but for now I’m sure mine     will fit you well enough. “

  Stiles couldn’t help but snort at the comments passing the human’s   lips. It wasn’t very often that humans spoke out and even more rare   to a Stilinski. He was about to make a sarcastic comment back when   he noticed the man lie on the floor. If he weren’t too focused on the   human in front of him he would’ve found the nearest worker and had   him fired. His blood slave was bleeding out on the floor because of   their lack of ability to keep him healed.   He moved quickly, tearing at his own shirt to use as a cloth to wrap   the wound in. Every part of him was screaming to lick up that blood   slowly drying on the human’s skin. His instincts screamed at him to   just suck the human dry since he was going to die anyways. It was   the human side of Stiles, the part that made him think of his mother   and the way she had raised him with kindness. Raised him to see   the good in everyone. He didn’t always listen to her when he was a   human, but there were moments where her words would come to   mind and he couldn’t stop himself from listening.   Once the wound was closed up, Stiles sighed. He couldn’t very well   just leave the human there. He not only paid for the human, but he   was actually interested in the man. If he were this snarky bleeding   out, Stiles was curious to see how the human was in the right state   of mind.    The vampire picked the man up, holding him in his arms before he   carried him out of the auctioning building and carried him to his old   and beat up Jeep. It was years and years old, and while his babcia   had offered to buy him an entirely newer vehicle, Stiles loved his   baby.   The ride back to the Stilinski estate was short. Pulling into the garage   Stiles turned off the ratty Jeep and looked over at the human.

    Stepping into the back room, Stiles waited patiently for his blood slave     to be brought out to him. He tapped his foot against the floor, his knee     bouncing with it. He had instructed the workers taking care of the man     to treat him with care while cleaning him up. He knew he couldn’t trust     them, but he liked to think that was what was taking so long. Stiles had     always been different than most of the vampires in his family. They all     held some sort of grudge against all humans, treated them as trash.     He was different then them. He wasn’t a huge fan of humans, but they     were treated with civility until they made him act otherwise.      He could still remember the life he had when he was still human. It’s a     memory that most vampires tended to forget. It was common for them     to give up their humanity. The Stilinski clan refused to give up the one     thing that kept them linked to their old lives. They may be the oldest,     richest and most powerful vampire clan, but they still believed that it     was okay to remember being human. It was what made them who they     were. It was humans who insisted on hunting them that they were not     fans of.     He stood as one of the workers bowed to him. He nodded as they      instructed him to follow them to a back room where his new slave was     being held. Of course, he followed eagerly, not even needing them to     lead him. The intoxicating scent of the human’s blood was a guide in     itself. He followed it blindly until he saw the man.     “ Hello. “

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