(possibly on pemanant hiatus) Always And Forever |Stiles| |Book 1|

The Pack's Day Out ||6

'Over the course of my life, I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest, regardless of who gets hurt. Is it evil to take what one wants, to satisfy hunger even if doing so will cause another's suffering? What some would call evil I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world.'
~Niklaus Mikaelson

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The musty, cobweb filled attic, was eerily silent, as it's occupant Davina Claire, examined the dagger, stuck in the eldest Original's chest. She then, wrapped her fingers around the handle and yanked it up, not knowing that by doing so she had unwillingly woken the said Original.

Marcel walked in, as she was examining the dagger.

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The roads in New Orleans were buzzing with excitement. Today was the Dauphine Street Music Festival. The mundane beings of the Quarter, ignorant about the beings that go bump in the dark, were enjoying the festivities. The streets of the Quarter was overrun by tourists and locals alike, enjoying the sights and being normal.

Stiles was walking back to the hotel his friends were staying in. He'd talked to Noah's cousin, Father Kieran, who'd come back a few days ago. He'd asked him about the witch in the attic, even though the father was reluctant at first to tell the Original about her, he'd spilled the beans. All Stiles had to say was, that he was Noah's son.

Stiles had then got the full story, conforming his suspicions. What he'd heard was dangerous, for both his family and friends, and the witch.

His thoughts came to a stop as he realized he'd reached the hotel. He made his way to the elevators and reached the penthouse in minutes. He knocked on the double doors and heard shuffling from inside and sound of footsteps echoing, as someone opened the door.

"Oh, thank God, you're back." said Scott enthusiastically, grinning at his friend. "We were getting bored, stuffed in here."

Stiles walked in and gave Scott a grin and a hug, "Yeah, I hadn't realized my family was more complicated than, I remembered. Hey guys."

Lydia, Malia and Liam walked in, Liam with a bowl of cereal.

"Hey Stiles. Awesome place." said Liam, with a mouthful of cereal, or that's what Stiles thought he said. Stiles laughed at the beta, fondly.

"So, you guys ready to head out today?" asked Stiles, grinning.

"Yes! Please. I'll go insane if I have to spend another minute in here." said Lydia, in relief. Her classes didn't start till later that month.

"Definitely." said Malia, nodding.

"It's the Music Festival here tonight, so I thought you guys could get out and enjoy. But before that you guys have to come with me for sometime. We have an errand to run." Stiles said pointing to Scott, Malia and Liam, who nodded at him.

"What's wrong?" asked Malia, and then sniffed the air, "You smell weird."

Stiles laughed at her comment, "Yeah, you probably smell, anxiety mixed with a hundred different emotions, running havoc inside me. It's just that you guys, can't exactly be in the Quarter. The vampires could kill you guys if they find out you are wolves. So I'll go talk to Marcel and you guys can walk around the Quarter without any problems."