some guys think they can't be winners

[beanchaointe]

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[phonetically]

Supervised feeding.

( Sounds so official. )

If you think it will help, I'm willing. Um, and they're willing. I assume. Is this a rando we're -- talking about?

[vampireboulevard]

I think we'll be able to find someone who'd give their consent.

[Which is better, in her opinion. Less compulsion, less of a chance that word will get out.]

In fact, we do have an excess of werewolves around, with healing factors and while they are not the tastiest, the risk is less.

[phonetically]

Better for it not to be a close personal werewolf.

( Scott and Cora would in a heartbeat. But there's already a sexy component to drinking and a line he does not need to cross. )

So - am I Salvatore grounds grounded.

[vampireboulevard]

[Well, the sexy component is something she's concerned about, but since nothing seems to be happening there yet, she's keeping it to herself.

But, she shakes her head.]

I think you'll be okay to stay at the house. Just call me if you're feeling weird or are losing it and aren't sure what to do.

[phonetically]

And until we -- supervise, moderate my blood bags. I got this.

( Despite feeling the opposite, he bluffs with a (19). Or, maybe he can do this. Faking the confidence could lead to having confidence. )

[vampireboulevard]

[Caroline seems to buy the bluff (11), so she nods in agreement.]

You do have this.

[She reaches over and gives his hands a small squeeze.]

We'll figure this out, Stiles. You're not in this alone.

[phonetically]

My entire friend group up and moved here. Like rented a house moved here. They won't let me be. And I know you won't.

( He nods once and then heads inside. )

[impetere]

[Speaking of people who won't let him be, when he comes inside and makes his way to the stairs, he'll find one of them sitting at the top of the stairs. He's not the only one she was concerned about and listening in on -- she's been keeping an ear on Scott and Isaac too -- but Stiles is the one she was worried about more.

Tonight was rough, and she wants to make sure he's okay.]

Hi.

[Yes, because that's good to say. A+ opening.]

[phonetically]

( Oh, right off the bat. Okay. From the bottom of his stairs, he looks up. )

Hey. I could be what Caroline calls a Ripper. I am hoping that doesn't mean I'll start going after sex workers.

[impetere]

I don't think there's any evidence that Jack the Ripper was a vampire.

[He was just a really twisted human, as far as they're aware.]

But if he was a ripper, I think sex workers were more prey of convenience.

[phonetically]

Classism at it's most gruesome.

( He slows ascends the stairs, taking a seat next to her. )

I'm okay. I just got carried away. I followed the blood.

[impetere]

[She nods, because she believes him. But sometimes with Stiles it can be hard to tell.]

It's kind of what you're built for now. Following the blood.

[It's the carried away part that worries her.]

[phonetically]

I'm like a bloodhound. Except. Literally. Even just talking about it, it's hard to stop... thinking about it. It's like, some days it's all I think about. And I've been lying to myself about that.

( He fidgets, tapping the back of his left hand. )

You were right, I shouldn't have gone today.

[impetere]

[She shifts, her hand slipping under his arm and into his, giving him something to anchor to, rather than fidget.]

You didn't hurt anyone. Ivan was already dead. And now you know what's too much and what you have to work on.

[phonetically]

Cora, just being out was too much. Overstimulation like some - high addict.

( It's the metaphor he's running with today. )

I fed on someone dead, but what happens when that someone isn't dead the next time. What if I kill someone. I could kill you or - or try. Just -- listening to your heartbeat right now, being this close...

( His eyes linger on her neck, but he lets go of her hand and stands, backing against the wall. )

I don't know anymore. I thought I had it handled. I thought -- I don't know. Cora, I'm obsessive and addictive on my best day. I talk a mile a minute and forget to eat for hours. I can't with this. I can't be that guy. I think you need to be in charge of my blood bags. I have to moderate. I can't -- I don't know.

[impetere]

[It feels like tonight was a step forward and a step back all at once, and she doesn't entirely know what to make of it. She wishes she knew the thing to say to reassure him that tonight wasn't a complete failure, but she doesn't know that she has them.

As much as she tried to compare their experiences, she doesn't fully understand the bloodlust of a vampire. How it can be so dangerous because though the moon controls their transformations, wolves don't crave it unless they've been starved of it's light. Stiles needs blood to survive, but blood could also be dangerous for him, and somehow, they're going to have to reconcile the two.

If Caroline asked her, she would have volunteered to help him learn. But Stiles doesn't want that, so for now, she'll focus on the things he does want. The things she can offer.

She stands as well, pulling herself up so that she's facing him more.]

If that's what you need, I can do that.

[She can monitor his intake, make sure he feeds regularly. She'll have to ask Caroline how regularly a vampire needs to eat, just to be sure he's feeding often enough.]

We'll figure it out.

[phonetically]

Okay.

( And then. )

Do you think maybe you could sleep in my room tonight? I don't want to sleep alone.

[impetere]

[Another step forward. She's still uncertain of what it means, but she also isn't going to say no. She nods, taking another step up to the landing.]

Yeah, I can do that. Just let me go get changed.

[She's not going to sleep in her jeans and boots.]

[phonetically]

( He changes, too. He lies back and dreams of losing control. He's gone when she wakes. There is no note. His suitcase is gone, too. )