ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ *ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ*

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Stiles POV

You'd think remembering everything you were compelled to forget would be good, and it is. But some memories I don't want to remember.

I remember everything. All the good and the bad.

I remember how I met Nik, Rebekah, Kol and Elijah in 1866.

I became friends with Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol, but me and Nik had a complicated relationship for a while.

*Flashback*

I was sat in a speakeasy in Georgia when someone came and sat next to me and stole the little umbrella that was in my drink.

I could tell he was a vampire, without even looking at him. And I could feel all the cockiness rolling off of him. Oh great.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you" I spoke not even looking at him. "Why not love?" I heard this beautiful British accent.

There's one thing that gets me weak in the knees and that's a British accent. Oh dear god.

I turned my head to look at him, and oh my word. He looked like a god.

"Well I'm not just a pretty face" I smirked and ... he smirked right back at me.

"I didn't say you was a pretty face love" He chuckled. "Now that was offensive sir... but lucky for you I don't really care what you think" I smirked at him.

"Now, now love. No need to get all angry" He smirked dropping the umbrella back into my drink.

I didn't say anything I ignored him. If I ignored him, maybe he'd leave me alone. I might like his British accent but I can't cope with his cockiness right now.

"The names Niklaus Mikaelson, but you, beautiful sir, can call me Nik" He told me holding out his hand.

"Stiles Salvatore. And flattery will not get you anywhere Mr. Mikaelson" I chuckled placing my hand into his, thinking he was going to shake it, but he surprisingly brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of my hand.

A British accent and a gentlemen. Now I'm more interested.

"Salvatore... Now that name seems familiar" He smirked at me. "Well I've never met you" I stated before having a mouthful of my alcohol.

"I never said I met you... I've heard of you... You're the Salvatore witch, am I correct?" He asked smirking.

"Do you mean, was?" I asked dryly. "A powerful witch like yourself and you never thought to protect yourself?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"Everyone knows that it's against nature that vampires exist. Do you really think they'd let me keep my magic?" I asked raising an eyebrow, with a smirk on my face.

"Well you witches can be crafty little things" He chuckled. "Yeah, well, I didn't know my own father was going to shoot me, so I didn't have time to protect it" I mumbled, making him look at me with interest.

"Care to dance, love?" He questioned holding his hand out towards me, with a smirk on his lips.

*End of Flashback*

That's exactly what we did all night, we danced, we drank, we laughed, and we caused havoc before I spent a wild night with him.

I met Kol, Elijah, and Rebekah when I was leaving Nik's house the next morning, wearing the same clothes, and it wasn't a comfortable meeting. After all, I was wearing a shirt that was ripped, thanks to the lustful attack from Nik, the night before.