Desperate Measures 🩸Elena Gilbert/Katherine Pierce🩸

DENIAL

HOURS LATER

Stiles didn't take long to collapse into anger and alcohol. Stiles went through bottle after bottle of whiskey as he tried to comprehend the fact that he was lied to for decades.

Stiles stood at the fireplace holding his umpteenth bottle of whiskey in his hand. He was a total mess. Stiles swayed on his feet unsteadily. He stared at the katana on the mantle above the fireplace and grabbed it. 

"I can kill an Original with this?" Stiles slurred unsheathing the katana and swinging it. "Let's go find out." He added. "How about we don't?" A voice announced. Stiles turned to see Inari leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. "You're the one who wants me to kill them, Inari." Stiles pointed out. 

"No. You are going to kill them, yes. But you are going to do so, strategically." She explained. "Why? It would be so much easier if I just ended them with the sword." Stiles groaned. "Because if you hadn't realized, there are more than just one Original, Stiles. There are multiple. If you kill one, you best believe the others will ambush you and rip you to pieces." Inari stated. Stiles rolled his eyes and tossed the katana aside to the floor as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. 

"Fuck this. I just want to kill shit." Stiles slurred drunkenly. "I get that. But if you don't put a modicum of thought into your actions you will end up dead at the hands of Klaus." The kitsune explained. 

Stiles finished off the last of his whiskey and haphazardly threw the empty container over his shoulder. "Alright. Let's go fuck shit up. I got a date with a family of Originals." Stiles voiced his head swirling. "Don't you mean a date with death?" Inari asked. "One and the same." The vampire mumbled before taking a step forward and completely collapsing to the floor unconscious.

Inari gazed down at the vampire and crossed her arms. "God, fucking dammit. Of course. Of course, you just had to be fucking drunk off your ass. 'Cause why the fuck not? Fucking vampires and their alcohol addictions." Inari spat walking out leaving the drunk vampire on the floor.

WOODS

Elena walked through the woods in search of Stiles. It had been hours since he rescued her from the clutches of the Original; Elijah. Along with those other two vampires. Damon was seeing to Rose. They were getting close to one another. For some strange reason. She tried to have Elena killed and Damon was socializing with her? 

A twig broke in the distance and Elena froze, looking around. "Hello?" She called out, turning around in search of another person. "Stiles? You out here?" She announced. "You're brave to come out here by your lonesome, girl." A voice stated. Elena turned to find an attractive Japanese male leaning against a tree in a black crop top, skinny jeans, and leather boots. His jeans were tight enough to be another layer of skin. 

"Who are you?" Elena asked. The stranger glanced over at Elena, pulling his eyes away from his perfectly manicured black nails. "A friend of Stiles. Actually, a partner of sorts." The man voiced putting his hands into his pockets. His eyes stared at Elena with curiosity. 

What did Stiles see in this human? 

"The name is Shinichi, but you can call me Shin." He introduced, his eyes looking over Elena with intrigue. His eyes were...mystical and glowing. "Where's Stiles?" Elena asked. "Currently at home, sleeping off the dozens of bottles of whiskey he consumed." The man answered shifting his weight to his left leg. 

He looked like a goddamn model. 

"Why are you here, Elena?" He questioned. Elena froze. "How did you—" She started. "—Know your name? Please, honey. Almost everyone knows your name. The famous Doppelgänger." He stated.