Stiles Stilinski-Mikaelson

Fruit of the Poisoned Tree

Stiles is happy and for once, he's enjoying his morning. He'd done a quick run around the outskirts of the property. Then he'd returned, had a shower and Elijah had joined him. The slow kisses and equally slow thrusts sent him over the edge far sooner than he would have liked.

After the shower, Stiles and Elijah had gotten dressed and went downstairs to find a grumpy Klaus waiting on the sofa for them. They also found a girl, who was standing stock still, obviously compelled. Klaus offered her to Elijah as an apology. Elijah declined the gift, so Klaus fed from the girl instead.

Which leads them to now, with Klaus sat on one side, Elijah the other and all three of them reading books. Well, Stiles is trying to read the grimoire in Elijah's hand from over his shoulder but that still counts.

"So, this is what you do the first time we're back together as a family? Vampire book club?" Rebekah questions when she walks into the room.

"Reading edifies the mind, sister. Isn't that right, Elijah?" Klaus informs.

"Yes, that's quite right, Niklaus." Elijah replies, voice deadpan.

"And what's this business?" Rebekah inquires as she gestures to the dead girl now laying on the table.

"Breakfast." Stiles replies glibly as he tries to carefully remove the grimoire from Elijah's grip.

Elijah slaps Stiles' hands away.

"This is a...peace offering." Elijah says, unimpressed.

Klaus sighs loudly, "I presumed, after so much time desiccating in a coffin, that my big brother might be a bit peckish."

"And I explained to my brother that forgiveness cannot be bought. I'd simply prefer to see a change in behaviour that indicates contrition and personal growth." Elijah informs, annoyed. "Not this nonsense."

"Well, I couldn't very well let her go to waste, could I?" Klaus grins.

"Well, I suppose I'll go fetch the rubbish bin, because she's staining a two hundred-year-old carpet." Rebekah huffs.

The three of them look over and find that the bite wound has been seeping blood and dripping onto the carpet.

"Ah yes." Elijah mutters.

Stiles stomach gurgles, making him sigh.

"Speaking of breakfast." Stiles says before getting up and walking into the kitchen to find Hayley doing the same.

"Good morning." Elijah says from behind Stiles.

"Hey." Hayley greets awkwardly as she looks between Stiles and Elijah.

She's obviously still a little weirded out about the whole sharing thing.

"Listen, I know I'm the only one here that actually drinks milk," Hayley says as Stiles grabs himself a breakfast bar. "But would it kill any of you to make sure it's on the grocery list?"

"Speaking of, add bleach." Rebekah instructs as she walks through the kitchen with a black rubbish bag.

"You know, I do hope my siblings were hospitable to you in my absence." Elijah says.

Stiles, then grabs himself a mug and the coffee pot.

"Don't forget your Adderall." Elijah reminds him.

"Yes sir." Stiles says with a wink.

Hayley coughs, getting Elijah's attention back on her before she speaks.

"In your absence, as you like to call it, which is a way to polite way of saying that your brother put a dagger in your heart. I have been attacked by French Quarter vampires, I've had to live in a house with a secret dungeon full of coffins, and I was nearly murdered by witches who are convinced one of our babies is Lucifer." Hayley informs.