Love That Doesn't Hurt

Chapter 2: Mr. Mikaelson

(Warning: Violence; Gun Violence; Kidnapping)

Scott watched as everyone walked past them in town. It was a bit difficult determining who was a vampire and who was... Well, normal. A football started heading his way and someone caught it before it hit him.

"Dude!"

"What, Stefan," A guy asked, "He would've been fine."

Stefan turned to Scott with an apologetic look.

"Sorry about that," Stefan said, "My friends can be... Idiots."

"It's fine," Scott smiled, "I'm Scott. This is Stiles."

"Stefan," Stefan introduced, shaking his hand, "Stefan Salvatore."

Stiles instantly noticed the peculiar ring on his finger. He decided to keep his mouth shut about it for now.

"Nice to meet you," Scott said.

"Same. Are you new in town? Haven't seen you around here," Stefan said, "Usually everyone knows everybody here."

"Visiting," Scott shrugged.

"Ah, I see," Stefan said, nodding slowly, "Looking for someone? You seem lost."

"Someone by the name of Elijah Mikaelson," Scott said.

Stefan chuckled as if Scott told him a joke.

"Oh, you're serious," Stefan said, knitting his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Scott said, "Know where I can find him?"

"You don't want to do that, Scott," Stefan said, stepping closer to whisper, "Trust me. The Mikaelsons are not one to play with..."

"We'll take our chances," Stiles said, stepping closer to Scott protectively, "Just point the way."

"Don't worry," Stefan said, "I'm sure he already knows you're here."

Stefan walked away, leaving Scott and Stiles standing there confused. Scott pulled out his phone to text the others. Before he could finish, he was hit in the neck with a dart. Stiles caught him as he collapsed but he was hit too. He passed out as well seeing a pair of black boots walk up to them.

Stiles and Scott woke up slowly.

"Ugh, my head," Stiles mumbled, blinking his eyes to adjust to his surroundings.

"Sorry about the unpleasant fall. My associate can be a bit reckless."

Scott blinked his eyes a couple of times before they adjusted. He saw a man in a nicely pressed suit, reading a book across from them.

"I hear you both are looking for me," Elijah said, "I don't know why, but I'm not so sure I care to know. Especially with one of you being an alpha werewolf. I do despise creatures like you, you're aware of that, right?"

"We only want to talk," Scott said.

"Why not send a letter instead? Postcard even," Elijah sassed, "It would be easier than finding me yourself..."

"It's a friend of ours," Stiles interrupted, causing Elijah to look up, "They need help. We heard you're capable of doing so."

"Who told you that," Elijah asked.

"Another friend," Stiles said.

"You have an awful lot of friends, don't you," Elijah said.

"I'd like to think so," Stiles sassed.

"Why should I help your 'friend' anyway," Elijah shrugged, "I'm sure they're a werewolf as well."

They stayed quiet.

"Please, Mr. Mikaelson," Scott said, "You're our last hope."

"Trying to appeal to my good side won't work," Elijah said, "I don't have one."

"Have you ever had a friend," Stiles asked.

"No, they're all dead," Elijah said bluntly, "Do you wish to keep wasting my time?"

"But..."

Elijah looked up and zipped out of his chair as a bullet went through it. He looked around.

"What the hell," Elijah hissed in his mind.

Another bullet went right past his head, grazing his ear. Elijah grimaced and looked in the direction of the bullets. He zipped outside and only found a gun with an automatic firing system. No one else was there, however. He looked around and froze as a knife was held at his throat.

"This knife is dipped in mountain ash, white oak, and vervain. It may not kill you but it sure as hell will hurt," Erix growled, "No fast movements..."

Elijah turned and pushed his hand, holding him by his throat.

"What a stupid bold move of you," Elijah growled, squeezing his throat tightly, "You must not know who I am."

"I do," Erix struggled, "I just don't fucking care!"

Elijah staggered as he was stabbed in his chest. He looked down and pulled out the huge dart of vervain. When he looked up again, he was cut in his collarbone with the knife Erix dropped. He yelled in pain as his wound started burning. He felt the tip of the blade move under his chin. He lifted his head to get away from the sting it gave him.

"Who are you," Elijah asked, clenching his jaw.

"Name's Erix, you worthless piece of shit," Erix said, stabbing him in the chest with the blade.

He grabbed his body and carried him to the house. Inside Peter and the others were already helping Scott and Stiles.

"Are you... Peter's twin," Stiles asked, seeing Erix carrying Elijah inside the house.

"I am," Erix said, carefully setting Elijah in his chair, "My name is Erix. Erix Hale."

"Nice to meet you," Stiles said, swallowing thickly, "My name is Stiles."

Erix smiled warmly and nodded.

"Hello, Stiles," Erix greeted.

"Hey," Stiles said, his voice cracking a bit.

He turned red a little from embarrassment and went quiet. Erix chuckled lightly.

"You're late," Peter growled.

"I know," Erix said, turning his attention to his twin, "I'm sorry."

Peter always had a hard time staying mad at Erix. He was his best friend growing up. As much as he tried to argue and start fights with him, Erix was always sweet to him. Making it that much more difficult.

"What are you looking for exactly," Erix asked.

"Blood," Derek said.

"Blood? Who's," Erix asked.

"A hybrid," Derek continued, "A mix between a vampire and a werewolf."

"Is that even possible," Erix asked himself, "Dean is going to flip if he hears those actually exist!"

"I'll look upstairs," Scott said, heading up.

Stiles followed him. Peter and Derek started searching downstairs with Erix. Soon they all came together to see they found nothing.

"Guys..."

They turned to see Theo being held roughly by a blonde man. He had a strong grip on him that seemed uneasily breakable for Theo. Everyone backed down this time even Erix.