ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ *ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ*

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Stiles POV

"Welcome back to Chicago Stefan" Klaus spoke, stepping out of the car into a warehouse.

"What are we doing here?" I asked walking over to him, as he stood at a door watching a truck drive into the car park.

"My hybrids aren't working for a reason. I've come to see an old friend. If anyone knows why it's her" He told us before shutting the door and walking back to the car.

We drove to a small bar, where I'm guessing the witch Klaus wants to see will be.

Hey, maybe I can go to the house I have here. Check it out. Make sure everything's still there.

"Bringing back the good old ripper days?" Klaus asked Stefan as we walked into the bar, behind him. "I don't remember much. Everything's blurry" Stefan mumbled looking around.

I knew what witch worked here. Gloria. She's a greedy witch, all she wants is power. It's why I never came here when I was in Chicago.

If she found out that I was the Salvatore witch, she'd want nothing more than to have my spells and all my grimoires.

"So a hybrid walks into a bar-" Klaus started but Gloria cut him off. "Stop. You might be a hybrid, but you're not funny" I laughed, making her look at me.

"I know you" She stated staring at me. "Do you?" I asked raising my eyebrow. How the hell does she know me, if I haven't been here before?

"Stiles Salvatore. The Salvatore witch. The strongest witch to ever exist." She spoke walking towards me, staring at me shocked.

"Even after One Hundred and Forty-Six years, my reputation still stands" I chuckled flicking my eyes towards Klaus. I wonder if he knew I was the Salvatore witch. That's probably why he wants me, for my spells.

That's isn't going to happen, darling.

"Emily Bennet wrote about you" She told me smiling, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I'm sure she did" I mumbled staring at Gloria.

"The witch who even at the age of five, was one of the strongest witches to exist. His family disowned him because he refused to stop using his magic. Out of his siblings, he wa-" I cut her off, not wanting to hear anymore.

"Yeah, yeah. You know a lot about me. But we're not here to talk about my life. Klaus wants you" I told her before walking over to the bar, Stefan following me.

Leaving Klaus to speak to Gloria.

"Do you miss it?" Stefan asked breaking the silence between us. "Miss what?" I asked him, not having a clue what he's talking about.

"Being a witch?" Stef clarified.

"Of course I miss it. I was one of the most powerful witches, maybe even more so than the original witch... If I hadn't have become a vampire, I would have been killed anyway as soon as the town found out, and my guess is that father would have been the one to light the match" I told him, with no emotion in my voice or on my face.

"I'm sorry" Stefan whispered, but I only just heard him. "Don't worry about it. It was over One hundred years ago, Stefan" I shrugged, as I grabbed two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

I flicked my eyes over towards him, noticing he was staring at the bar. How depressing.

I took a drink of the whiskey I just poured, before I quickly spat it back out all over the bar, as I noticed something on the wall.

"What the hell?" Stefan asked me but I ignored him, and grabbed the picture that was on the wall.

"You never told me you knew Klaus" I said looking at the picture of Stefan and Klaus. It looked like it was in the Twenties.