ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ *ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ*

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(A/N: I felt bored, so I decided to put this pic of Void Stiles)

Stiles POV

Since the night we opened the tomb, not much has happened really. It's been a depressing week.

Sheila died at home, after opening the tomb, resulting into Bonnie leaving town for a while. I'm guessing she blames us for Sheila's death.

Damon's been dealing with everything by partying with sorority girls – using them as a walking blood bag, but I left him to it.

I knew he would calm down soon, so I wasn't worried, and it wasn't like he was killing them.

It's nice to let loose for a while, but in this town it's no good. I'd end up with a stake in my heart from the town council.

"Hey! I was listening to that you dick" I snapped at Stefan as he stormed into my room and turned my music off. "We need to talk" He basically demanded.

"Go ahead brother. What can I do you for?" I sighed, bored.

"There was a woman you might have known a few years back. Named Isobel – from North Carolina at Duke" He asked me, raising his eyebrow.

"I don't know, Stefan. North Carolina's a pretty big state, I'm not going to be able to remember everyone now, am I?" I mumbled.

How the hell am I supposed to remember? I met a lot of people in North Carolina.

"You killed her" He stated, as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing at the bottom of my bed, staring me down.

I snorted. "That doesn't really help. I killed a lot of people in North Carolina. And I don't exactly ask them for their names, unlike you... Why are you asking me this anyway?" I asked him.

"I just want to know if you knew anything about her" He answered vaguely.

"Well I don't. If that's all, don't let the door hit you on the way out" I smiled sarcastically at him before turning my music back on.

That little brother of mine is definitely up to something, and I intend to find out what it is.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair before I grabbed myself a bottle of whiskey from my collection.

I remember a couple of the people I killed. Especially one. They basically begged me to turn them. I did, but not before drinking their blood.

"I've sent the college girls back to campus. Fancy coming to the grill?" Damon asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

I turned my head towards him as he had a good look around my room.

"Egh! Fine, but it's only because I don't want to be stuck in this house" I mumbled before walking into my walk-in closet.

I didn't want him thinking that I forgive him.

After getting changed me and Damon jumped into my car before heading to the grill. How fun.

As soon as we arrived Damon was at the bar ordering us drinks.

This town needs something more to do. It's boring. All we seem to do is drink. If we weren't vampires I'm sure we'd be dying from liver disease.

I sat down on the stool next to Damon as a bottle of whiskey and two glasses was placed on the bar in front of us.

While Damon poured us both a drink I noticed someone was sat next to me.

I flicked my eyes over to them, noticing it was the new history teacher, from the dance. Mr. nosey pants.

"Shouldn't you be grading some papers?" I grumbled, having a drink.