City Of Light

Chapter 32

"Y-you are the banshee? As the Original Banshee? As the first banshee to ever exist in history of banshees?" Stiles asked in his typical shocked-stiles tone.

"yeah? wasn't i clear enough?" Betty asked.

"um, yes, no, yes." stiles said and Betty rose an eyebrow at him. "you did but i was too- i was too shocked to understand." she continued, his shocked expression not leaving his face.

"well you heard right, i am the one that can help your friend. but i need a favour in return."

"what kind of favour?"

"i wanna see the Mikaelsons and get out of this place." Betty told Stiles.

"I-I'm sorry i cant do that. You are supposed to stay here not walk around the New Orleans." Stiles said sarcastically.

"I already knew that, mayve you could help me sneak out for a while... because otherwise... your friend will keep having problems." Betty said looking at her nails as if she didn't just tell him that his friend was gonna keep being helpless and then just looked at him for a second with a raised eyebrow before she went back ar checking her nails. Stiles stayed silent. "It's pitty tho, I bet your friend is too good to have all this problems."

Stiles rolled hus eyes as he sighed understanding what she was doing. "Okay, fine. I will get you out of here."

"Good." Betty replied smiling innocently. "Now let's go, shall we?" she said as she stood up motioning for Stiles to start getting out of here with her.

"Yes." he just simply replied.

They walked down the stairs on their tip toes and they opened the front door, getting out of the house. exactly when they opened the door they faced Marcel. "Oh ny god." Stiles said as he got scared because he did so not expected Marcel to be there.

"Going on a little walk arent you?" Marcel asked knowing what they were about to do.

"Your acc is pretty fed up. In fact she told me that she needs some air so we decided to take her to a walk." Betty said sarcastically but also sassy.

"We're in a mood aren't we?" Marcel said as he turnee his look to Betty. She just rolled her eyes as a response as she tried to walk out the door but of course Marcel didnt let her.

"Let us ago." Betty demanded.

Marcel moved away. "Okay go." he said. Stiles got out but Betty obviously couldn't. "I thought that I should tell Davina to change the spell. Having you locked up with magic only in your room seemed boring. So I thought I'd put the whole house into the spell not only your room." Marcel smirked.

"You're a dick." Betty said through gritted teeth.

Marcel smiled amused by how much Betty seemed to dislike him. "Come on love-"

"You do NOT get to call me 'love' okay? You are NOT Klaus." She said pushing him a lil bit and then going furious back into her room.

She went into her room and closed her door with such strength that you could hear a massive 'boom' when she closed it. she locked up the door and sat on the floor, her back against the door as tears formed into her eyes. At first it was only a couple tears, tears of madness, tears of nostalgia, tears of loneliness and sadness. She just wanted to go back to het friends. She just wanted to see Klaus and run into his arms and never let him go, and him never letting her go. She felt safe into his arms and that's all she wanted. She wanted to feel safe. Of course she was a supernatural creature, an Original supernatural creature but no matter what you are feelings are still there. And they are most likely to be your greatest weakness.