Desperate Measures 🩸Elena Gilbert/Katherine Pierce🩸

Lunar Love

Stiles looked at Katherine as she woke up on the floor of the house. She groaned as she rubbed her neck. She looked at Stiles before squinting her eyes. "Did you really have to snap my neck?" Katherine asked looking at the Salvatore. Stiles let out a sigh. "Shut up." Stiles spat. "Aw...did I upset you?" Katherine asked getting to her feet.

Katherine smiled her perfect smile before running at Stiles. She appeared on his lap cradling his face in her hands. "Oh, how I've missed you." She whispered against his lips. "I still don't forgive you for running out on me, Kitty." He stated.

"I had to." She replied. "What are you talking about? What do you mean you had to?" Stiles asked. "I've been on the run for centuries, Stiles. There are people after me that will kill anyone that gets in their way. I couldn't let them kill you too." She explained. "Somehow...I don't believe you." Stiles voiced.

"Of course you don't. I taught you to be untrusting of everybody." Katherine pointed out. "I've been hunted by a powerful family for 500 years, Stiles. If they catch wind about you....you're...I-I--" She started. "Are you worried that I might be killed by some dumbass family that hasn't been able to catch the likes of you for 5 centuries?" Stiles questioned with a quirk of his eyebrow.

"Darling, please. At least have some faith in me." Stiles said with a smirk. "After all...I am not your average vampire." He added before the two pressed their lips against one another.

"Oh right, I forgot. You're a special kind of vampire." Katerina whispered against his lips.

"One of a kind, sweetheart." Stiles voiced as his lips trailed down her neck. Katerina let out a quiet moan as Stiles lifted her up and pinned her to the wall.

"Stiles." She whispered before his lips crashed into hers as a wave of emotions washed over the two vampires.

The two were so caught up in their make-out session to realize that all of the lights in the house as well as the surrounding area had flickered rapidly before exploding.

"Do you have it?" Stiles asked her between breaths. "Have what?" She breathed. "The moonstone." He answered. Katerina chuckled. "No I don't." She answered. "What the hell are you talking about? I thought you said you had it?!" Stiles voiced.

"I did. But Stefan and Elena stole it from me. So I got back by attacking Elena's aunt." She said. "Fuck." Stiles spat.

"Now...my werewolf is dead. And now I need a new one. There's one in town. Name is Tyler Lockwood. I already have a plan in set that's going down at the Masquerade Ball happening tomorrow night." She said with a smile.

"Wanna be my date?" She asked. "Why'd you even ask that question? Of course I will. But...I am supposed to hate you, Katerina. I have a role to maintain. So...if it comes down to a fight and I punch you it just means I love you." Stiles explained.

"And when I stab you, it means I know." She said with a smile. Stiles chuckled. "My girl." He said pressing his lips to hers.

"Your only girl." She said pushing him back before shoving him into the sofa behind him. She sat atop of his waist trailing her lips down his neck and collarbone.