Stiles and Rebekah arrive in New Orleans during the early hours of the morning. Stiles is rightfully exhausted but Rebekah, despite having driven them the whole way across the country, is upbeat and wanting to spend a little bit more time with him before her brothers take all of his attention. As a result she stopped them outside of town at a bar that looks quite run down.
When they enter the bar Stiles almost immediately notices the way all of the patrons turn and watch them with hunger in their eyes. More hunger than what would be considered normal.
Damn, he's surrounded by vampires, he thinks.
Rebekah no doubt has already noticed but instead of them leaving she grabs hold of his arm and pulls him over to the bar.
"Hello, I would love some whiskey please and my friend here would like..." Rebekah trails off waiting for Stiles.
"Vodka with lemonade please." Stiles says, he's not really feeling like drinking but he knows better than to argue with the blond original.
"Perfect. Now, you must tell me how you're feeling about this whole mess you and my brothers have gotten into." Rebekah states.
"We've been driving together for days, I'm sure I've already told you about how I feel about the whole thing." Stiles says.
"No, all you've been doing is dodging me and changing the subject every time I ask. It's quite rude, you know." Rebekah huffs.
"That's not true." Stiles denies.
"Yes it is, now tell me." Rebekah demands, her gaze focused solely on him.
Stiles opens his mouth, he's about to explain to Rebekah how it's hard for him to pick a particular emotion when one of the six vampires in the room walks over and stands between Stiles and Rebekah.
"Now, there is no way that a pretty girl like you wants to be hanging out with a scrawny little loser like him. Why don't you come with me and I can show you what a good time actually looks like." The vampire says.
Stiles leans to his left so he can catch Rebekah's eyes. When he does he rolls his, making the blond vampire smirk at him.
"I can assure you that I know what a good time looks like and you, sir, could never give it to me." Rebekah states.
Stiles laughs at the comeback but quietens down when the vampire turns to glare at him.
"What was that? Huh? You think you could take me?" The vampire asks Stiles.
"Oh I'd never want to take you, you really aren't my type." Stiles says, shaking his head at the man.
"Oh is that it then, your a fag." The vampire practically spits in disgust. "Your kind aren't welcome here."
Stiles hears movement and finds that the rest of the vampires are now standing up in an attempt to look threatening.
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what his kind are capable of. Let me give you a little taste." Rebekah says before she's suddenly smashing the mans head down against the counter and then pushing him back into his friends.
"Vampire!" One of them hisses.
"Original." Rebekah corrects and then she points at Stiles. "Spark."
Stiles waves at the vampires who look horrified at the fact that they've just pissed off an original vampire.
"The boss is going to want to know about this." One of the vampires state.
"Sorry, that isn't going to work for us. You've been really mean to me and my friend here. That has consequences." Stiles informs.
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Stiles Stilinski-Mikaelson
FanfictionStiles has been betrayed, broken and put back together again. He's got his family safe and hidden away, now it's time for him to focus on his new family. Now he needs to focus on the upcoming struggles that comes with the Mikaelson's, magic, vampir...
