Desperate Measures 🩸Elena Gilbert/Katherine Pierce🩸

𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻𝕐 𝕍𝔼ℕ𝔾𝔼𝔸ℕℂ𝔼

Stiles walked down the road of Mystic Falls as he faced his latest meal with a bloody smirk upon his lips. "Oh, come now. Don't be afraid. I did tell you after all that it would be fun after all." Stiles told the girl. "This is NOT fun!" She shouted.

"Well...in all fairness. I never said that it was going to be fun for you." Stiles pointed out widening his smirk before appearing before her pinning to the ground by her throat.

His bloody fangs cut through his gums before he tore through her jugular and let the blood flow into his mouth. Draining her of every single droplet of blood that coursed through her body. He rose to his feet with a sigh of satisfaction. "See? I thought that was fun." Stiles voiced looking at the dead corpse.

"Don't you all agree?" Stiles stated looking around at the other 20 or so dead corpses drained of blood. "Nobody? Wow, tough crowd. Well...I have a girl to see so...toodles." He said before walking away whistling a tune.

The devious bloody smirk never left his face as he walked down the middle of the road.

Stiles was a vampire...and he knew he wasn't the only one in town. Mystic Falls...was famously known for being home to vampires...and also famously known for the death of many. But he was back here...150 odd years later...looking for one in particular.

Only to find the two that he never wanted to see again. His older brothers, Damon and Stefan Salvatore.

He hated them with a passion. He wanted them dead. It took every single ounce of strength to keep from ripping their heads from their shoulders.

Especially considering what they had done to him. Why he is the way he is today. A monster. A vicious murderous monster. That killed for joy. That fed on humans sadistically. Because it caused them pain.

It wasn't because he was a horrible person...it was because he wanted them to feel the same level of pain he felt when he was betrayed by his brothers. And none of the humans ever endured that same level that he had. They only felt a fraction of it.

As his pain was unending...much like his anger was. He could hold a grudge for all eternity....because they were the reason that Katherine was gone.

So...Stiles was going to have some fun in the meantime while looking for Katherine. He was going to make their lives even more miserable than they had made his.

And maybe he'll kill them in the end....he wasn't sure. But he knew someone was going to die in the end...maybe he was going to die.

Perhaps he'd kill himself if it turned out that Katherine was actually dead. He couldn't live with himself knowing Katherine was dead.

He wanted to be the one to kill her. She turned him into this unstoppable killing machine....and he hated it. He wanted to rip her to pieces. And there was nothing that anyone could do to stop him.