ORINGAL QUEEN | {TO} 1 ✔

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Perilously on Original Queen...

"Okay... Hi, I'm Amabelle Lights," she laughs.

"Well Amabelle Lights, I'm Stiles Mikealson," he, too, laughs. Amabelle laughs along with him as they pulled up to her apartment.

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"Nik how could you?!" Yells Rebekah.

"What did he do now?" Groans Stiles walking.

"Your bastard of a father gave Elijah to Marcel," growls Rebekah.

"Father!" He yells.

"So who was the girl?" Asks Hailey to Stiles as he stormed into the room next with Rebekah.

"She has a name, and she's a friend," he says.

"A drinking friend, I presume," smikes Klaus.

"I'm not drinking from her!" He yells, shocking his family.

"Why do you care are about her," asks Rebekah, annoyed.

"She's different, and I think she's something she doesn't know, and I may or may not have found my mate," he mumbles the last part but clearly his family heard as they all looked at him widen eyed.

"You found her," smiles Rebekah. "Who is it?"

"Amabelle, its Amabelle," he says with a small smile.

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Amabelle invited Stiles over to study, though she was better sure, Stiles didn't need to. They laughed at something Stiles said walking into Wicked Tea. Farrah looked up smiling when it turn to a frown, no not a Mikealson, thought Farrah.

"Aunt Far meet Stiles Mikealson, my boyfriend," smiles Amabelle. "He just invited to his house for dinner," she says with the brightest smile. Farrah feeling a bit guilt suddenly.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs Farrah," Stiles holds his hand out to her. Farrah stares at his hand then at him, not wanting to be rude. She sighs under her breathe and shakes his hand.

"You nice to meet you, too, Stiles, please just call me Farrah or Far," she smiles weakly shaking his cold hands. They were as cold as ice and they made her shiver right down to her bone.

"Okay Farrah," Stiles says formal, he thought saying Far, mught be too much and he knew she was a witch. Amabelle excuses herself to the restroom, Stiles stood there awkwardly. No one was there at the shop at the moment. Farrah flicked him to the wall with her wrist, he groans. "Man and here I thought you actually liked me," he jokes groaning.

"What do you want with Amabelle," she glares pinning Stiles to the wall with magic.

"What do you mean?" He asks groaning.

"What do you want with Amabelle, she doesn't need to be getting into your Original shit, she doesn't know what she is, okay? I've been trying to keep her safe from all that," Farrah rants on anger.

"So she is something," he asks without thinking and she glares making him groan. "Not like that," he says. She releases him as he drops to his knees coughing.

"Leave her, compell her to forget," she hisses.

"I can't," he says breathing out.

"Why not," she asks pissed.