I woke up in the bedroom sweating bullets. I must have taken the white compression shirt off while I was asleep because I was shirtless now. That's when I noticed the ring on my finger. "The hell?" I whispered looking at the ring. "Okay...that's it. I'm losing my damn mind." I muttered to myself as I got off the bed and headed into the bathroom and took a quick shower before exiting with a fresh pair of clothes on.
I exited the room and headed downstairs to find a man inside the living sitting in a chair. "Who the fuck are you and why are you in my living room?" I spat. "What a wonderful little home you have." The man said in yet again...a European accent. "Okay...the next person that I meet that has a European accent I'm gonna fucking lose it." I exclaimed.
"I am under the impression that you have been in contact with Klaus Mikaelson, have you not?" The man asked. "Who the fuck is Klaus?" I asked. "Hmm. Interesting." The man muttered. "Can I help you with something? Because if you want to become acquainted the feeling of having a bat grow through your fucking skull you better get the hell out of my house." I threatened. "I wouldn't do that if I were you...boy." The man said spitting the last word venomously. "Don't...test me." I shot back taking a step forward. "NO, IT IS YOU WHO SHOULD NOT TEST ME!" The man snapped appearing before me in a blur as he pinned me to the nearest wall with one hand. My eyes widened with terror as I looked down at the man. "Now...tell me...where is Klaus?" He asked in a calmer tone. "I told you. I don't know who the hell he is. How am I supposed to tell you the location of someone I don't know, dumbass?" I spat. His grip around my throat tightened. "Sorry, did I say "dumbass"? I meant, genius. I'm sure behind that brute Hulk-like strength is a Banner, right?" I stammered.
"Perhaps I should give you some motivation. If you don't talk. I am going to kill every single person you have ever met. Would you like that?" He explained. "Not really, no." I answered. "Then I suggest you answer my question." The man said. "By the way...just in case you do kill me. Can I know the name of my killer that way I can notify the authorities beyond the grave by spelling your fucking name with my blood? If you could that'd be great." I said sarcastically. The man growled as dark veins ran up his face and his eyes went dark red. Fangs protruded through his gums as he snarled. Snarled like the monster from my dream. "Holy shit." I whispered with wide eyes. "Enough of this!" The man shouted. "WHERE IS HE?!!" The man spat. "GET OFF OF HIM!" Scott shouted. "Scott run! Get out of—" I started before I watched him morph into a hairy monstrous beast with red eyes. "What the fucking hell...is that?" I asked with wide eyes. "AN ABOMINATION!" The man spat. The bipedal monster that was Scott lunged at the fanged man with a roar. "Oh my god...I'm gonna die." I told myself before breaking into a run out of the house as loud roars and crashes erupted from within the house.
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🥀Blood & Roses 🥀
FanfictionStiles has lived in Mystic Falls his entire life. He's your average nobody that doesn't have very many friends. Except for his best friend, Scott McCall. But that's it. He had no one else. He starts to notice strange things happening around his town...
