The lost Tribrid

Hope Is Not The Goal

Stiles POV

I walk around the school and hear the assembly going on. I watch it intently and hear that a teenaged girl is missing. I watch as people raise there hands to go to the school to do some 'recon'. I guess that the blond haired girl chose to stand up and walk in front of everyone and shout that she volunteers for the recon mission. I watch as a few people stand up almost immediately after Lizzie walks up. I watch from the side as I see Caroline glaring at me, almost like she is telling me to raise my hand.

I look at her like she is dumb and shake my head, but she widens her eyes and nods her head, her eyes feeling like they are staring into my soul. This goes on for another minute until I finally concede and lower my head in defeat, my eyes looking at my shoes as I get away from where the entrance to the assembly is. I walk into the middle of the assembly and say, "I'll go to, I probably have the most knowledge about public high schools and I know how to act in these type of situations. I also have the most experience since I've been  doing this for years. Plus no girl will deny me if I have any questions, my eyes glowing a cool blue color, sending chills throughout the room from my emotionless stare.

Hope stands up and says, "I don't think he should come with us, I mean he is new to the school and shouldn't be leaving the school after being here for a week and a half. He is also dangerous and I don't know why he is here." I look at her and say, "I don't think you like me because you lost in a play fight with me, even though you took it with the utmost seriousness." "Are you serious, you attacked us, and you tried to hurt us." Hope says as I disregard this. "I will help you find what happened to this girl ok." I say to the school, leaving and going to my room. I grab a backpack and put on the most normal clothes I have.

I put on some blue jeans with some vans on and a white undershirt with red and blue flannel vest on. I leave my room and see Alaric and Caroline right in front of me. "We need to talk." Alaric says rather rudely. Caroline softly smacks Alaric on the chest and says, "Stiles we just want to make sure that you're ok." I nod my head and say, "I am used to doing things even if I'm not in the right state of mind, I mean you saw me saving those people, and I was messed up at the time." Alaric glares at me as Caroline smiles and rubs my head with her hand.

I feel so much warmth from Caroline's touch, it felt so motherly and happy and kind. I wish I had my mother. Once I though that, all warmth disappeared and became all cold. I walked away in sadness as I get to the bus from our school. I look to my left and see that Hope Mikealson, the daughter of Klaus Mikealson and Hayley Marshall, is staring at me, almost like she is trying to look into my soul. I look at her and shift my eyes to there almost dragon like colored eyes. She shivers in what looks like fear as she turns away from me. I don't focus on the drive, but feel fear coursing through me as I remember what happened with Theo and the Dread Doctors.

Unknown POV

"Is he still at the school?" I ask my subordinates. "Yes your majesty, he is still there, we can send a few of our men if you want." One of my subjects says to me. I smirk and say, "No, send me Grayson, tell him that I want him to watch over him while he grows." My subordinates nod their heads and leave my throne, leaving me watching Stiles Stilinski with fascination. "I wonder what will happen with you, I want you to be mine." I say as I watch Stiles sitting on a bus, his eyes glowing their beautiful scarlet red, the whites of his eyes becoming black.

Stiles POV

I get out of the bus once it stops. I look at everyone, the girls staring at me with list and the guys glaring at me with jealousy. I walk into the school and a bunch of cheerleaders immediately come and talk to me. Once they do, I turned on the charm, almost how the nogitsune was so good at tricking and manipulating people. I send a toothy smirk, making all the cheerleaders turn to puddy, letting me be able to manipulate them into telling me anything. I lean down and whisper into her ear saying, "How about you tell me about the missing girls."