ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ *ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ*

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Stiles POV

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the five Mikaelson's were sat in the room looking at me, worried. The second being that the bedroom door had now been replaced.

"We need to stop breaking those doors" I mumbled as I sat up before I remembered something. "How did you even get in here? I spelled the door" I asked looking at the five of them.

Nik pulled me over to him, resting my head on his chest. "The spell went down when you passed out. What happened?" He asked me, being protective as always.

I know he was worried; I could see it in his eyes and his posture. He was tense.

"I saw him" I whispered looking into his blue eyes. "Saw who love?" He asked rubbing his thumb across my cheek. "Liam"

"Who's Liam?" Finn asked, and all the siblings looked at him shocked. I guess it's the fact that he spoke. From what I've heard about him, he doesn't really talk, instead keeping himself to himself. Even when he was human, he was always hanging off of their mother's dress.

Well, that's what I was told.

But, I was shocked that nobody explained to him already. Nik, Bekah, Kol, and Elijah already knew about him.

"My son, from when I was human... he was born September 27th, 1858. I was un-married and Seventeen, so my family took him away from me. They hated me for the shame I brought on the family" I snorted shaking my head.

"Ironic, when all I ever heard from them since I was a child, was that I brought nothing but shame onto the family" I flicked my eyes over to Finn, who looked interested, to hear my story.

"My family was part of the founding families so we all had a reputation to uphold, but being a witch made them hate me. Call me the abomination of the family, being a witch gives me the ability to carry children" I started off at nothing in particular remembering every hurtful thing my parents could ever call me.

"The night I gave birth to Liam, it was just me and my mother. She helped me through it, telling me everything was going to be okay" I mumbled as I curled up against Nik, finding comfort as I reminisced the past.

"When I heard the sound of his cries, for the first time in my life, I smiled. A true smile... he made me feel like I was here for a reason and not to get beat on by my family. I got to hold him for a couple of seconds before Damon, Stefan, and our father stormed in... Damon and Stefan stood by and watched along with our mother as father ripped him from my arms..." I trailed off.

"So you never saw him again?" Finn asked. "he was sent to live with a married couple who couldn't have their own children. Mr. and Mrs. Lapson. I gave my mother a necklace to give him and I named him Liam Lockwood. But no, I never saw him again"

I stared at the wall remembering the day I gave birth to my beautiful son. It was the worst and best day of my life. I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, but he was taken away from me before I could watch him grow into the beautiful young man he is now.

"So he carried the werewolf gene? How is he still alive? I thought werewolves needed the doppelgängers blood to complete the transition?" Bekah asked confused.

"he has my blood as well, so he's a Salvatore witch. We're strong. So I'm guessing he figured something out... but he's not a hybrid" I chuckled.

"What?" Elijah asked confused, I flicked my eyes over the Mikaelson's and everyone looked confused, well everyone apart from Nik, he had a smirk on his face, as he sat on the bed next to me.

He figured it out.

"He's a tribrid" Nik stated in awe, and I couldn't fault him. My son was truly amazing. I nodded to let the others know he was right.