Stiles Stilinski-Gilbert

Chapter 73

Klaus somehow managed to get himself back home. To be honest, he isn't completely sure how he managed that. Especially with how much pain he's currently in. He can feel the piece of white oak stake lodged in his back, scrapping against his heart with every breath and every movement.

Now he is sat on the sofa with his arm hugging around his front as his hand digs into the wound in an attempt to fish out the shard of wood. It's painful, but's he's dealt with pain before, far worse than this. So, he keeps digging into his own flesh, with the hope of saving his life. He's texted Stiles several times to come over because he needs him but so far hasn't heard back from him. Considering that he was up for most of the night, Klaus isn't surprised.

Which is why he's not expecting it when he hears Stiles voice at the entrance of the room. He hadn't heard Stiles enter but then again, he was focused mostly on getting the wood out of his back.

"Klaus, we need to talk...what happened to you?" Stiles asks.

"Silas. He attacked me. He stabbed me with the white oak stake. A piece of it is still inside me." Klaus explains.

"Oh my god, Klaus, that could kill you." Stiles gasps and something about that twinges in Klaus' mind as being wrong but he can't focus right now.

"Well, I certainly feel like I'm dying." Klaus chuckles, humourlessly.

Stiles reaches out and takes Klaus' face into his hands and strokes down his cheek. Klaus leans into the touch.

"Hey. As much as I would love to watch you die, you still haven't found me that cure." Stiles says suddenly no longer sounding like Stiles.

"Silas!" Klaus yells as he throws himself away from the hands on his face. As a result, he falls on his back and groans in pain as he lands on his wound.

"That's right. Last night I looked like Shane, today I look like Stiles, and tomorrow...who knows." Silas laughs, it's a cruel mocking thing that should never come out of Stiles' mouth.

"Show me your real face." Klaus demands angrily.

"Now why would I do that when I can look like whomever I want you to see?" Silas laughs before walking closer to Klaus making him shudder.

He's weak right now and in no way able to protect himself. He's at Silas' mercy and that thought frightens him.

"Resist me all you want, Klaus, but until you bring me the cure, I will bring you nothing but misery." Silas states before disappearing.

Klaus relaxes as the man wearing Stiles' face disappears from view.

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"Klaus?! Klaus! I got your texts. What's wrong? Where even are you...oh there you are." Stiles yells as he searches through the rooms on the lower level of Klaus' mansion.

"Go away." Klaus orders.

Stiles pauses as he enters the room. Klaus is shirtless, sitting on the floor and leaning on the piano seat. His back is all bloody and the hybrid looks exhausted.

"What happened to you?" Stiles inquires worriedly.

"I need more time. Stop hounding me!" Klaus yells suddenly.

"Wow...okay, why don't you tell me what's got you in a mood, because you were the one texting me to get over here." Stiles reminds.

"Stiles? Is that really you?" Klaus asks sounding so unsure of himself. "Prove it to me."

"How?" Stiles questions gently as he slowly walks further into the room, making sure Klaus can see him the whole time.

"Tell me...tell me something only you would know about me." Klaus demands.