ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ *ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ*

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Stiles POV

It's been a couple of days since we went to Duke, and not much as gone off. Well with me anyway. My life is pretty much boring, since I moved to this little town.

Stefan managed to inject Katherine with vervain and tied her to a chair – down in the basement.

He wanted to know, what she knew, about the Lockwood family. I didn't really expect her to tell him anything, but surprisingly she did.

According to, Katherine, the Lockwood's do carry the werewolf gene, but they're not all wolves, she also added that the Lockwood's weren't the only ones who possessed the gene, but there weren't many left, since vampires hunted them all down and killed them.

She also admitted that she had spoken to, George Lockwood – Someone I knew when I was human – at the founders' ball back in 1864. She knew that he was a werewolf, and he knew she was a vampire. He had been covering up his kills, by blaming them on the vampires.

She also admitted that she knew the founders were rounding up the vampires, so she got George to help her escape. Not even thinking about the other vampires, or me and my brothers.

So while we were dying, she was escaping, to save her own life.

I can't really criticize her on it because as long as I live, I don't care who dies along the way. I have nobody else to protect.

I always think about how stupid I was to follow Damon and Stefan that night, but then I realized how much better off I am.

I'll always look young. I'm away from Giuseppe, and I'm stronger.

The downside to it though, is I no longer have my magic, plus I have to live with all my human memories. The pain I always feel. Always being alone.

The loneliness is the worst of them all.

Once Katherine thought she had given enough information, she made a run for it. Turns out she's been drinking vervain for the last One Hundred and Forty-Five years, so now it doesn't even affect her.

Unfortunately he didn't find out why she was back in town, but I'm sure we'll find out sooner or later.

Damon got himself invited to the Gilberts home, after he got Alaric, to get Jenna to invite her old friend, Mason, over for a barbeque. He wanted to see if Mason was a werewolf or not.

Turns out he is.

Damon stabbed him with a silver knife – thinking it would kill him, but it turns out that it was just a myth, that the werewolves started.

Silver doesn't harm them at all. He healed.

If I was Damon I would have just ripped the werewolf's heart out. If he doesn't, I'm sure I will soon. I still don't fancy testing the theory out about a werewolf bite.

"Stiles, are you ready?" Damon called through my door, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'll meet you there. I'm still not ready" I called back, as I walked into my en 'suite.

After a quick shower, I decided to wear a pair of dark green jeans, with a plain black vest top, pairing it with my pair of Mulberry boots, and one of my leather jackets.

I wasn't dressing in any of my best clothes today, since we were going to be walking on a lot of grass.

I grabbed my lapis lazuli ring and my phone before I rushed into my car.

The founders always have something going on. The Fell's donated some money to open a new park in town. So the civilians' are volunteering to help. And as a founding family, I and my brothers had to go.