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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
"THE THING IS, STILES, you have been hiding so much from us. We don't know if we can trust you anymore."
I stare at the True Alpha with cold eyes. "Somehow, I knew I wouldn't fit in here. I had hope that no one would ask questions, but I guess I was wrong. They were right. I manage four years of no questions, only for you of all people to start doing what you do best."
"Stiles, what are you talking about? You've lived here since birth. Who was right? Who are they?"
"When I'm gone from this house, you will remember everything. You are free to do as you wish after. You can choose to stay in Beacon Hills, or choose to follow me to New Orleans. Involve who you wish, their compulsion will be gone as well, just make sure you all stay alive. Goodbye, Scott."
I pat my friend on the shoulder and run from the house. I hear his shocked gasp as everything comes back to him, and know that it's time to leave again. I hurry back to the Sheriff's house and grab my belongings, as meagre as they are. I catch Scott's scent and know that I am almost out of time. By the time I rush outside, pick up my faithful Jeep and manage to start running, Scott is at the front door yelling my name and banging on the door.
I get halfway to New Orleans before my strength is almost fully depleted and I have to refuel. I have a snack along the way before I actually start to drive instead of running and depleting the strength I'll need for my return to my home. I haven't been home in centuries, but I still know everything that has happened from when we were run out of New Orleans to the birth of my younger brother's daughter, Hope. That story still amuses me.
My siblings and I have always held hope that our brother would come to his senses and realise that family is power, and not that fear makes you powerful. From the birth of his Tribrid daughter, he seems to have come to understand this, and this is the only reason I am returning to New Orleans rather than running to another city. Although, if this does go bad, I've heard New York is lovely this time of year.
To: Elijah Mikaelson Elijah, I'm coming home. It all fell through. It lasted longer than usual this time, but they started asking questions. I'll be in New Orleans in a couple days. I'm taking the scenic route to make a pit stop at an old friends. Love, M.
