ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ *ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ*

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Stiles POV

I woke up with a gasp, on the floor. In pitch black. Alone.

I looked around, noticing I was still in the house Rose and Trevor brought me and Elena to. As I looked to the other side of me, a gasp made its way out of my mouth, as my eyes lands on a grey and wrinkly vampire.

I stood up, still feeling weak, walking over to the dead vampire. Once I was closer, I realized it was Elijah.

I looked around for Elena, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I don't bloody believe it! Those bastards left me here but saved Elena. They actually left me here!

Out of anger I grabbed the wooden stick out of Elijah's chest and threw it to the other side of the hallway before leaving the house.

I had no clue as to where I was. I had no blood. I was weak. And I was alone.

I stumbled around whatever town I was in, trying to find a human to feed from. It took me a while but I got there.

I grabbed the first human I spotted, compelled him to be quiet, before I shoved my fangs through his neck, letting the blood pour into my mouth until his heartbeat stopped.

I pulled away, letting him drop to the floor, wiping the corner of my mouth.

Still feeling weak, I went on a killing spree, leaving whatever town it was, with a big drop in their population.

My brothers actually left me!

When I walked back into the boarding house I heard Damon and Stefan in the library. I leaned against the doorframe looking at my two brothers. If you can even call them that.

"So which one of you saved Elena and left me on the floor?" I asked them, making my presence known.

They both turned to look at me but didn't say anything, just stared at my blood-covered body. I might have killed the whole town. Oh well.

When they didn't say anything I decided to be the one to speak. Again.

"I've played nice. I've helped you through all of the vampire stuff this town has going off. I helped you with the whole Katherine and Mason thing. I've helped you with Elena. I could have killed her, but I didn't. Because of you both. Because you care for her. But you know what, no more. I'm going to make you both wish that you had died for good, back in 1864" I snapped.

I was angry. In fact, angry wasn't the word. I wanted to kill Elena, just to hurt the two dickheads I call my brothers. I wanted to make this town and the next rain blood. I wanted to kill my brothers. I wanted to turn it off.

Without my brothers, I'm alone.

"We don't even know what you're up to Stiles. You distance yourself. Why would we save you, when you haven't even tried to be our brother" Damon snapped, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I glared at them both. "I haven't tried? I believed your bullshit apologies. I helped you with the tomb vampire situations. I stop myself every day, from killing your precious Elena. I was going to kill Katherine because of what she did to you both. Not for me. For you two" I snapped, as tears fell down my cheek.

"Stiles..." Stefan trailed off not knowing what to say, while Damon stared at me with a look in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter Stefan. There's no coming back from this. Through everything, this has got to be the worst thing. You left me" I told him shaking my head, walking over to the mini-bar, pouring myself a drink.

I laughed to myself. I came here to ruin my brother's lives. But in the end, they've ruined me.

To them, I wasn't their brother. I was just some boy who they despised. I was nobody.