*Stiles*
Talking to Jeremy didn't go as planned. Elena pissed me off for 2 reasons.
First of all, she's apparently harming Jeremy, not taking no for an answer. Makes me wonder what else she does to my little brother. Secondly, calling bullshit when I tried to explain what I went through without most of the gory details. Elena reminded me a lot of Scott during that conversation and sent me down another spiral. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to have an important conversation when I started the day not in the best headspace.
I had to take a few days before I wanted to venture out of the house again. Today I want to talk with Damon. I haven't seen him since I was 12. A lot has happened in both our lives since then.
But I need to speak with him. I don't know if since seeing me with Elijah if he realized something bad has happened since leaving me in Beacon Hills and blamed himself. I know he did it when he came back for me because he didn't try harder to convince Enzo to get me out faster. That he let me down by not telling his brother his realizations all those years ago. Honestly, I just want to reconnect with him and answer any questions he might have. Quell any self-deprecating/punishing thoughts towards himself about what happened to me.
Taking a breath, I knocked on the door to the Salvatore house. I had Derek and Rebekkah drop me off on their way into town. Elijah knows I'm here. He knows I'll call him if needed.
Another man opened the door. I think it might've been Stefan. He had a slight look of recognition on his face.
"Stiles, right?"
"Uh.. yeah. Is Damon here?" I spoke quietly.
"He's upstairs." Stefan moved aside allowing me in.
I followed him through the house to what I assume is Damon's room. He knocked on the door frame.
"Yes, Stefan?"
"You have a visitor. " and he moved out from in front of me.
"Stiles."
"Hi, can we talk?"
"Of course."
"I'll leave you two to it then," Stefan said before walking away.
"I stepped into Damon's room shutting the door behind me, though I knew Stefan could probably still hear us because vampire.
*Damon*
I startled awake to knocking at my door. Stefan was standing there looking at me.
"Yes, Stefan?"
"You have a visitor." He spoke moving to the side revealing Stiles.
"Stiles."
"Hi, can we talk?" his voice still soft. Reserved, like I'd tell him no.
"Of course."
He gave a nod not moving through.
"I'll leave you two to it then," Stefan spoke as he went to turn around and leave.
Stiles finally stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. However, he didn't move any further. He looked sad like he's been overthinking.
"Hey, come sit down," I spoke sitting up myself. I pat the spot next to me on the bed letting him know he's welcome.
Stiles walked over slowly.
Timidly.
Unsure of himself.
He still looks so broken since the last time I saw him.
"What did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to catch up. Haven't seen you in a long time."
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Agathokakological (REWRITE)
Fanfiction(adj.) composed of both good and evil 3 1/2 years. He's seen the Kanima all the way to Donavan. I was told that if I didn't hear from him, then his brother probably has him locked in a box. He was supposed to come to graduation. He never showed. Now...
