Allison's POV
I take a seat on the couch next to Lydia and Scott and Tyler while Malia was pacing the room. Everyone else retired to their rooms except for Matt andStefan who were keeping watch on Elena and wolf stiles. Lydia got up and grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the table. She poured herself a drink and finished it in just seconds. I know Damon will probably kill us for touching his 1975 bottle but I think he has better things occupying his mind right now so I join Lydia and grab a glass for myself. Lydia gets up and offers everyone else a drink and they accept but not Malia. Malia keeps pacing the room.
"Want a drink?" I say and wave the bottle at her
She walks up to me and takes the bottle from my hand and starts to drink it.
"What does it mean to be sired!" she said looking at Tyler
Tyler didn't realize she was talking to him so Scott nudges him and he looks up.
"Oh well, when your sired the person who your sired to s basically your world. Nothing in your life matters but that one person's wants and needs and health. They are your world and nothing compares to them in your mind."
Malia looks so mad like she is about to punch someone but I quickly ask him,"How do you know so much about this whole sired thing? It sounds like you speak from personal experience the way you describe it?"
"I went through it. I had broken my werewolf curse and the pain I went through every full moon was too much so when Klaus came along and gave me the chance to change whenever I wanted I was so grateful to him that I would do anything for him. I endangered the lives of the ones I loved just to make sure Klaus had everything he wanted and if he didn't I would go out of my way to make sure he did. Plus once you turn into a vampire the feelings you once had are now amplified, so I'm sorry to say this but... "
"But What!" Malia yelled at him trying to get him to finish his sentence but I could tell that he didn't want to say what came next.
"Once you turn into a vampire the feelings you once had are now amplified so it means that Stiles already had some feelings for Elena before he turned. It happened with Elena and Damon."
Malia was now staring at us dumfounded at what she just heard. Her eyes started to turn blue and Scott rushed to her side. She fell to the ground but didn't cry she just looked angry, I could tell she was afraid that she might lose Stiles even though she didn't sho wit that much. I got to know her better over time and I've come to realize that she likes to hold onto those she loves.
"Malia it's fine, it's Stiles he loves you." Scott says and tries to console her
Everything was silent until suddenly their is a loud noise from the cellar. We all rush downstairs and and see Matt and Stefan bleeding on the ground. I rush to Matt and start to address his wounds. He is starting to from bruises and is bleeding from multiple wounds. Damon rushes downstairs and starts hitting the cellar door till it eventually rips off its hinges.
As soon as his temper tantrum is over he walks up to Matt and crouches next to him. He sighs and feeds Matt some of his blood, that's still something I will never get used to. As soon as everyone is recovered Klaus comes into the cellar and gives us all stakes and multiple tubes of vervain and wolfsbane.
"We are not killing Elena!" Alaric yells at him
"Trust me mate, that's the last thing I want to do as well but if worse comes to worse we have to face it and kill her! I mean her bite can transform simple humans into hybrids loyal to her! Do you know how dangerous that is especially when she doesn't have her memories to tell her friends from her enemies! Let's face it... she is danger to not only us but the citizens if this shitty town! Their break-out could have put everyone at risk."
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Failed Escape A TEEN WOLF AND THE VAMPIRE DIARIES FANFIC
FanfictionScott and his friends head to a small town in Virginia trying to escape their supernatural problems. Little did they know their supernatural world would only expand with vampires and originals. I don't own Teen Wolf or The Vampire Diaries