🥀Blood & Roses 🥀

Chapter 9

We pulled up to a white mansion and got out of the car, looking around. I was ushered into the house. The door flew open before we reached it and I saw a man wearing a black suit in the doorway. "Rebekah. How nice to see you." The man said. "Move. Where is he?" Rebekah stated. "Niklaus." The man said. "Knee-klaus?" I sounded. A blonde man appeared from around the corner. "I'm aware of the current company, Elijah. But thank you." The blonde stated. "I take it you're Klaus or whatever?" I asked. "That's correct." He answered. "Great, then maybe you can tell me why there is some psychopath chasing after me because he seems to think that I know who you are. And obviously I don't. So...why don't you go deal with him and I'll go back to loving my life." I said turning to leave before seeing the tall man with curly brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. He was blocking the doorway. "Something tells me...that you don't want to do that." The man said. "And what makes you say that?" I asked crossing my arms. "Because you want to know about this family business that's been racking your brain since the car ride over here." The man explained.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" I voiced. "Our father, Mikael, has come back from the grave to hunt me down and kill me. He seems to believe that questioning you or killing you would bring me out of hiding. However, luckily, your wolf friend Scott was able to distract him enough to allow you to escape." Klaus explained. "What does this have to do with me?" I questioned. "Everything." Brown Eyes stated. I looked over my shoulder at him and looked back at the amassed group around me. "How?" I sounded. "You went most of your..."teenage" life believing you had no family. Going through the foster care system until you settled back in your hometown of Mystic Falls and made friends with Scott McCall. But the thing is....you already have a family, Stiles. You just don't remember them." Klaus explained. "What are you talking about? I think I would remember having a family, dumbass." I spat. "You can't remember what you were compelled to forget, my dear friend." He pointed out.

"You're telling me someone erased a whole family from my memory? Why?! Who would do that?!" I exclaimed getting angry. "Me." The man behind me voiced. I turned to face him before becoming overwhelmed with rage. I grabbed the collar of his trench coat and threw him into the wall and pinned him there with a shout of fury. "WHY?!" I yelled looking into his eyes. "I did it...to protect you. Our family...is one that is always being destroyed either from betrayal, death, chaos, or threats. I couldn't bear to see something happen to you after seeing the things the Brotherhood did to you." The man explained. "What the hell are you talking about?" I snarled. "I don't fucking know any of you. There is no "our" family." I added. "That's because you don't remember any of it. You're not human, Stiles. You're like us. You're dangerous. More dangerous than the rest of us. You're one of a kind, Stiles." The man said in a low voice looking into my eyes.

For some reason...I knew he wasn't lying. I could see it in his eyes. There was no hint of deception within those brown orbs of his. I let him go and backed away. "What do you mean I'm not human?" I asked quietly. "You're supernatural, Stiles. And...the last of your kind." Elijah stated. "And what exactly is my kind?" I asked. "Similar to our brother, Klaus, over there. You are a Vampire Elder-Corvinus Strain Hybrid." Elijah stated. "Meaning?" I sounded. "You are the oldest vampire hybrid in existence." The unnamed man voiced. "Oldest? How old am I?" I asked. "Over 1500 years old." He answered. "Why can't I remember anything?" I questioned. "Because...you made me compel you to forget." He explained. "But why?" I asked.

"As much as I love playing 20 Questions. I do believe it would be much simpler if we just compelled him to remember everything." Elijah stated. "Elijah is right. The quicker Stiles is back and active. The sooner we can deal with Mikael." Klaus pointed out. "Yeah, great idea. Except one problem. How the fuck do we un-compel him, Klaus? His mind is a fucking fortress to break through. The only reason I could compel him last time was because he allowed me to." Unnamed stated. "Don't worry, Four. Why do you think I brought her?" Klaus said. "Bonnie, if you will." Klaus added.

Bonnie came around the corner and looked at me. "What the hell is she?" I asked. "A witch. A witch who will help us if she knows what's good for her." Klaus answered. "Just to be clear, I'm only here to help Stiles, not you." Bonnie said standing before me. She offered me a kind smile. "How are you feeling?" She whispered. "Overwhelmed." I answered with a sigh. "That's okay. Four. You were the last person to compel him. So you'll be the one to compel him to remember." Bonnie said. "What do you need me to do?" I asked. "Just...stand there...and try not to die." She answered. "Oka, wait wha-" I started before Bonnie said something Latin and I felt a surge of power flow through my brain. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I gasped in a hushed low voice. My eyes returned back to their regular positions before meeting Four's own eyes. "Remember. I want you to remember. Everything. Who you are. Your life. Your memories. Your history. Your family. Your friends. What you are. I want you to remember all of it. Every single thing in your life. Remember it all." Four said as I became entranced. My eyes began watering. Why?

Then half a second later, my mind was bombarded by 1500+ years worth of memories. I let out a shout of pain as a I fell to my knees and pressed my hands to the sides of my head and squeezed my eyes shut. "What's happening?" Klaus asked. "Information overload. He's taking in too much information for his brain to comprehend." Four explained. I let out a long and painful scream as millions upon millions of memories flashed before my eyes. Then it stopped. My ears rang a high-pitched ringing as I breathed heavily. "Stiles? Hey. Look at me." Four said. "Open your eyes." He told me. I lifted my head and slowly opened my eyes and looked into Four's brown eyes. A smile slowly crept into his lips. "There are those beautiful eyes I know and love." He said. "Who are you?" He asked. "What the bloody hell are you talking about? My name is Stiles Corvinus, you fucking dumbass. You know that." I spat before smirking. Four chuckled as he helped me to my feet. "It's good to have you back." He said as he threw his arms around me and refused to let go. "Yeah...I can imagine how boring your life was without me in it." I told him. "So...tell me...what I miss?" I added looking at the rest of the Mikaelson family.