The Forgotten Mikaelson

Chapter 1 - The Start

Flashback-

"Sheila, please. If you don't want to do it for me, do it for them."

"Fine, but this is the last time I'm helping a vampire. Especialy you."

"I promise to leave you alone after this. Thank you, Bennett."

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Stiles woke up. He's been sweating all over his bed. His shirt and literally everywhere. He didn't know what was happening but he's been having these weird flashbacks in his dreams.

He was glad that he hadn't seen any of his siblings in his dreams, it brought too much pain to see them. He had left them and didn't know where they were now. He's been hoping for years that he would be reunited with his younger siblings. He always hoped, still does.

He got up from the bed and started to search some clothes. His room was a mess by all the reasearch he had done for the pack, so it took some time to find anything from there. After a few minutes of searching he found one pair of blue jeans and one pair of a white t-shirt. He put them on and then picked his phone from the table and put in his pocket. Then he headed out of his room and then down the stairs.

He went to the kitchen and saw his dad's plate and glass on the kitchen table. His dad probably had a call to the police station and forgot them there. He walked over to the table and took the plate and the glass and put them to the sink.

His phone beep'd. He took his phone out of his pocket. His phone opened and he saw a text from Scott. In the text he said that there would be a pack meeting at the clinic twenty minutes later. After everything that happened with Theo and The Dread-doctors they've had pack meetings everyday just to be sure that everything was fine.

Stiles on the other hand didn't think that they were necessery, he would know if something was wrong. But on the other, other hand now he got to see Derek more often. Yes, Derek Hale, the love of his life. Ironic isn't it? A vampire in love with a werewolf. Crazy, right? Derek, of course didn't know about his feelings for him, but it was probably for the best. At least until Stiles would tell his friends who he really is.

Which is a big problem for this summer. This is the summer he would have to tell his friends and his dad who he really is. He didn't have a choice, he was now nineteen, or at least he should be. The fact is that he was turned when he was sixteen, so he would always look like a sixteen year old. Ten or twenty years later that would be a little hard to explain.

He went to outside and took his car keys out of his pocket. Unlocked his jeep and opened the door and then jumped in. He started to drive to the clinic.

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He jumped out of his jeep. It's funny, he actually didn't need it for anything. He could just run wherever he wanted to. He thought it would be a good disguise and well, truth to be told, since car's came to be he always wanted one.

He walked over to the clinic's door and opened it. Walked over to the place where all the pack members where, and they're were, all of them. Liam beside Scott, Lydia and Malia beside them, and over the other side of the table were Jackson and Derek.

He took place beside Derek. Stiles' blood was running wild, it always was when he was next to Derek. It was a surprise that his blood thirst didn't took over him. Though he's been practicing it over a thousand years, so that wasn't much of a surprise then, was it?

"So, do we have anything?" He asked as the silence continued.

It took a few moments of silence until Scott spoke up. "We're not sure, but..."

"But, what?"

"There's been signs of vampires in Beacon Hills." Derek finished Scott's sentence.

Stiles couldn't believe what he was hearing. Vampires? In Beacon Hills out of all places? Why here and why now? Could it be one of his siblings?

At the same time he hoped it would be, but at the same time he hoped it wouldn't be. They would be in danger, and they would be a danger to everyone else. He knew that Elijah nor Rebekah didn't want to cause problems, they had respect for humans. Klaus didn't, he had respect only for the people he loved, and sometimes not even for them. Stiles loved all of them, even Klaus, but he knew what they were capable of.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice welcomed Stiles back to the real world.

He raised his head to see Derek's handsome face. "What?" Stiles asked, still a little confused.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked in a way that made Stiles blush a little. "Yeah, I'm fine." Okay, maybe more than just a little.

Derek watched him for a moment with that intense gaze of his. Stiles heard his blood pumping, he wanted him so badly. He just wanted to be with Derek. But could he ever feel the same way about him?

He then turned his gaze back to the rest of the pack. How Derek always made him feel like this? Blush like a sixteen year old? Well, fallin' in love with a werewolf is the most absurd thing he's ever done in his life.

"Right, so vampires? What's up with them?" He hopped back into the conversation.

"Nothing big, really. There's just been weird bite marks on peoples necks." Scott tried to sound like it wasn't a big deal. To be strong and all that, but it was so much more than just little thing.

"So what are we going to do about it?" It was the first time Liam said anything today.

"We can't do much, really. Keep your eyes open and maybe search something about vampires." Scott shrugged, like he was embarrased. He didn't know much about them, but for the first time in Stiles' life he was glad that he was one.

"So that's it for this pack meeting?" Stiles asked, and everybody agreed.

They all left the clinic, but before Stiles got into his car he heard Lydia's voice behind him. "Hey, Stiles!" He turned around to see his red headed friend. "What's up?" She asked.

"Um, good, good. You?" He wasn't sure what Lydia wanted, but was sure that it wasn't just for a chit chat.

"Good." She looked like she wanted to ask something, but didn't dare to.

"So what's on your mind?" Lydia shrugged and waited for a while. "Is there something between you and Derek?"

Oh, that. Stiles wasn't ready for that.

He knew that he showed his feelings pretty openly, but nobody never asked about it. Of course, he tried to keep them as a secret, but sometimes it was pretty hard. Like today.

"Um, no? Of-of course not. Why would there be something between me and Derek?" Okay, that went well.

Lydia looked at him for a moment, disbelieve in her eyes. "Okay." She said, but clearly didn't believe him.

"Well, we see each other tomorrow. Bye!" Stiles waved goodbay to her and got inside his car quickly as possible.

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Stiles went back to his house and went straight to the kitchen. When he got there he found his dad at the table with a book. It looked somehow familiar to Stiles, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen it before.

Then it hit him. That book was his diary from the times he was still with his siblings. And that book was now in his dad's hands.

"Dad?"