Stiles Mikaelson

9.

Few minutes ago, Marcel came walking into the apartment, not alone though, there was someone walking right beside him. His mocking lips beamed from ear to ear as if he had ruled the world.

"Well well, Marcel. What brings you here?" Stiles voiced, his eyes glanced over at him, while trying to decipher whatever or whoever that was hiding under the cloak.

"Certainly, big surprise for you." Marcel grinned wryly. "I brought you your friend, you should thank me much."

"That's nice. Who exactly did you raise from the dead?" Stiles scoffed.

While Stiles were laughing sarcastically, the cloak was taken off. Revealing a little by little of the hair, then the look.

"Stiles." The blonde girl greeted, her smile was soft but rather deceitful looking.

Oh certainly, what a surprise.

Out of all, everyone, she came back. Stiles's ex lover.

"Beatrix." Stiles said quietly.

Clearly, they had a past.

In the older days, Klaus needed help with the witches and that's when they met. It was Beatrix, that got into Stiles's eyes, in that moment, there were butterflies. They were childish and sweet. Beatrix was kind and innocent looking, only until later, he realized that she wasn't all sweet and innocent but a cunning liar.

The help her people offered, was just a trap. Beatrix and her people had made horrible plans for themselves. They wanted the originals for one great purpose.

The Emerging.

All the deceitful lies and plays were for them to create a whole new being, the Tribrid. A supernatural being emerged with the power of a witch, vampire and a werewolf.

Though, Niklaus was smart and quick to realize her intention, he wasn't quick enough to put an end to her scheme.

"Bitch." Estella muttered in disgust.

"Who's that? Who's Beatrix?" Scott and the others on the other hand, were cluelessly throwing all the questions at Estella.

"Stiles's ex, a dead witch." Estella explained plainly, though she sounded pissed.

"What? Why is she back?" Allison asked.

"To get revenge maybe?" Estella continues.

"If she was dead, wasn't she supposed to stay dead?" Scott emphasized on the word supposed.

"Except that bitch put up spells on herself and she actually only did slept, not fucking die."

"Estelle, I heard you over there." Beatrix said playfully as she glanced over to Estella.

"Whatever, you backstabbing bitch." Estella spoke in annoyance. "And it's Estella, the one that chased you down a hundred years ago. You can't forget that, no?"

Not quite happy, Beatrix started muttering words and soon later, Estella fell onto the ground, groaning in pain.

"Beatrix." Stiles yelled.

Surprisingly, Beatrix stopped and Estella finally got to grip on and stand.

"God, I miss those." Beatrix chuckled at Stiles.

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The sudden appearance of Stiles's ex girlfriend leaves the gang on surprise. Mostly taken aback because he could see that they're having a hard time accepting the fact that Stiles, the weak, fragile and awkward Stiles and had an ex.