[Fortunately, Stiles had been busy fetching the first-aid kit when Sasuke licked the blood away; the American teen’s libido would have made an inappropriate entrance otherwise.]

She’s got a resort full of perverted assholes who’d gladly let her feed on them.

[That, and Carmilla stated something along the lines of Stiles making a good vampire—but he doesn’t want to give Sasuke a reason to worry.]

Okay, so… I know I’m dropping a ton of information on you—sorry, by the way—and I’ll try to keep this brief. Back home, I volunteered to die in a ritual to save my dad. The idea was that I’d be revived if everything went according to plan. Except there was a catch. (There’s always a catch.) The ritual would leave a…“permanent scar of darkness” on my heart. It’s what causes all those, uh, issues I mentioned before.

Here's the thing: I can feel it. As in—it feels worse now, somehow.

[His hand settles over his sternum, pressing there.]

I know it’s not really conclusive evidence, but my gut’s telling me it’s proof I died again.

[And maybe Sasuke is still lingering on what that “scar of darkness” might mean. Stiles, however, is charging ahead.]

Sasuke, do you get how bad things would get if certain guests learned we can be revived here? It’d be a friggin’ massacre. No real consequences for killing people.