THE BALL

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"Hello, brother." Damon voiced walking up beside Stiles with Stefan. "Are you two prepared to do what is necessary?" Stiles asked. "The question is...are you?" Stefan asked. "Ask me that question one more time I'm going to remove your tongue and then shove up your ass, got it?" Stiles snapped.

"Now if you'll excuse me. I have a date with the devil." Stiles said going to find Katerina.

Stiles stood on the dance floor before seeing Katherine dressed up in a slim black dress with her hair straightened. "Dance with me." A woman said. Stiles turned around to see Katherine. 

"No." He answered. "Fine, you tell me who I should kill." She pointed out. "Him? She looks delicious." She added. Stiles grabbed her wrist before Katerina whimpered in pain as he stared daggers into her dark brown eyes.

Katherine smiled before spinning out of Stiles grip gracefully pulling him to the dance floor. "You should know by now that I can slip out of your fingers. After all, I am very flexible." She whispered into Stiles ear. 

"Yeah, yeah." Stiles said as the two danced. "It's a beautiful night." Katherine said as the others watched them dance. "Why the charade?" Stiles asked her. 

"How's Jenna? I certainly didn't expect her to survive that. Lucky girl. Clumsy. How does one stab oneself?" She stated. Stiles dug his fingers into Katherine's waist making yelp quietly into Stiles' left ear. "Bitch!" She snapped. "Oops." Stiles said.

"Katherine..." Stiles started. "Hmm?" She sounded. "I don't want anyone to get hurt tonight." He said. "Ok. Then give me the moonstone and nobody will." She said. "Hmm, well, see I don't have the moonstone on me. So, you and I will have to go get it together." Stiles voiced. "Hmm. I have a better plan. You go fetch it. And I will try not to kill anyone in the meantime." She countered. 

"My way...or you don't get it." Stiles stated.

"Oh, my God, Elena, you look so pretty. I love that dress. You look gorge." A girl said. "Thank you." Katerina stated. "Who's this?" The girl asked looking at Stiles. "This is Stefan's younger brother; Stiles. He's come back home  from Florence in Italy." Katerina stated. 

"Well, nice to meet you." The girl said. "I love your necklace." Katherine said. "Oh, thanks." The girl sounded. "Oh, it's twisted. Here, let me." Katherine pointed out before walking over and ramming her hand into the back of the girl. 

Stiles' eyes wide. NO! 

"Paralyzed from the waist down. And dead." Katherine said before pushing the dead girl to Stiles. "The moonstone, Stiles. Tick-tock." She voiced before walking away.

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