Mieczyslaw Mikaelson (HELP WANTED)

Chapter 11(All the world's a stage...)

⚠️There will be cursing in this chapter⚠️Idk if I already put that in the summary of the story but there hasn't been much cursing in the other chapters so just warning you that this one has more. 

I grin and just before I hear a scream break out I say, "Let the games begin."

Lydia's POV

The Sheriff called 911.

After all, he is a police officer, even with the supernatural, he insisted on going to the authorities first.

So here Scott and I are, sitting in the police station. He stares at the back of his hand, in a world of his own, and I bounce my leg up and down.

Someone wraps a blanket around my shoulders. 

I barely feel it. Too caught up in thoughts that sprout off of one another like roots.

Where's Stiles? Does he not tell us where he is because he has a plan? What is Stiles' plan? Does he even want to be called Stiles? Or is it Mieczyslaw? All this time how has he hidden being a vampire? Does he drink human blood? Has he killed people for their blood-

My father's voice reprimands through my head, "That's naïve. Of course, he has."  

It is naïve.

After all, why wouldn't he kill people? He's a freakin' vampire. A blood-sucking monster.

I hate that I have to force the thought. While my mind knows that he's dangerous; that he can kill with a snap of his fingers, my mind doesn't fully register it. That funny, sarcastic, intelligent Stiles is a murderer.

Mieczyslaw must've hated pretending to be Stiles. 

I look up to see the worried-looking Sheriff. 

The Sheriff was the last clue I needed to know Stiles was Mieczyslaw. 

It was only when I saw Noah Stilinski's face, that I knew the secret identity of who they all thought to be Stiles Stilinski. 

He had looked... calm. You could tell the slight worry was there, through the small furrow of his eyebrows, but it was too assured and peaceful to have been a parent who just found their child's room coated in a stranger's blood.

That, with the voices, the lying about being a witch, the necklace he wouldn't show to us, the disappearing, and secret phone calls, and so many more. I was... disappointed that I hadn't figured it out faster.

That it took a blood-filled room, to force me to accept the truth I saw so clearly in front of me.

Does Stiles think he's clever? 'Cause he's not. It was pretty obvious.

"That's petty."

I shake my head. 

I look up at the Sheriff and he gives me a small smile.

I almost open my mouth and shout I know Stiles' secret. 

The spirits start yelling at me as soon as I do.

I mentally scowl. Why do they care? I can trust the Sheriff.

Fuck.

The Sheriff can't be Stiles' real dad, can he? Everybody in the town knows the Sheriff and people know and see he's aged. I see it in the slight grey that starts at the roots of his hair. I see it in the wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead. I see it in the way when he crouches down, his knees pop (a/n my knees already do this😅).