Surprise! I thought I'd surprise you guys with a new chapter for this book and although it might be short I hope you enjoy.

Stiles' POV
Derek growled at Rickson who in snarled in return. Scott and Malia watched from where they were feeling the same thing I was feeling...complete shock. Since when did Derek get back? How come Scott didn't know about it?

"You won't be killing anyone tonight, vamp." Derek growled.

Rickson's lips curled back in a sneer. "Oh really?"

"Yeah really. You won't be touching Stiles or anyone here for that matter." Derek said, snapping his claws out.

"We'll see about that." Rickson snarled again and Derek growled and lunged at him. I moved out of the way as Rickson hurled Derek against the wall behind me. Rickson turned to me and took a step towards me but Derek grabbed the back of his neck and swung him around, slamming him against the wall with so much force a hole appeared. Scott jumped in to help him but he was  thrown backwards. Rickson jerked his head back catching Derek in the nose. Caught off guard, Derek's grip loosened and Rickson wrenched himself away kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards. Spinning towards me he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me forward, sinking his teeth into my throat. I screamed and tried to push him away. Malia and Derek were there dragging him away from me. I fell back against the wall, a hand cupping my neck.

Lydia rushed over to me. "Let me see."

I removed my hand and blood began to flow steadily from the bite. It hurt like a bitch. Lydia, ever the mother hen, took her scarf off and held it to my throat to try to staunch the bleeding. My eyes scanned across the room and I saw Derek's face red with anger as he clawed Rickson's chest. It didn't take long for the scarf to soak through and Lydia's face filled with concern. Dizzy, I pushed myself off of the wall and swayed on my feet as my vision went double.

"Stiles..."

I collapsed to the floor, unconscious before I hit the ground.

Derek's POV
I heard Lydia say Stiles' name and then the sound of something falling. I risked a glance over where Stiles had been standing seconds before. And my heart caught in my chest. Stiles was lying on the ground unmoving and bleeding from the bite wound on his neck while Lydia crouched over him. He was hurt. And this vampire was not going to get away with this. With renewed anger I slashed and clawed at the vampire. But suddenly he was out of reach at the doorway, his arm hanging loosely at his side. He sneered at me and Malia.

"I'll be back. And I won't be alone." He hissed. And then he was gone.

"Combarde." I said in Spanish. It meant 'coward'. I turned and rushed to Stiles' side and knelt by him. Lydia had a grim expression on her face and so did Deaton when he came over.
"What's wrong with him? He's not going to turn is he?"

Deaton glanced at me and Scott before he said, "Fortunately no. Unfortunately, the bite has done something to him physically."

"What do you mean?" Liam asked.

"A vampire's bite carries properties of poison, illness and pheremones. Stiles is sick and he has lost a lot of blood which doesn't help his cause."

"Can you help him?" Mason demanded.

Dragon sighed. "I can try. But I've never dealt with vampires before. I'll have to look through some books."

"I don't care how you do it. Just help him." I demand and turn to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Scott wanted to know.

"To find that asshole. And put an end to him." I say although that was only part of the reason. What I felt for Stiles, I couldn't understand. I needed time to think things over. But one thing I did know:

I was in love with Stiles Stilinski.