You Are Mine

"What are you?" Part five

For the past week all Stiles and Klaus have done we're either finding clues on the whereabouts of the witch or surprisingly staying at Stiles house, either watching movies or ordering takeout.

Stiles began to feel paranoid; feeling that it's been too quite in Beacon Hills. Having a gut feeling something bad was going to happen and soon, but Klaus distracted him. Stiles would never say it allowed especially to Klaus that he was beginning to like him and that scared him. So Stiles did the only thing he can think of and ignore his feelings for him and hope they go away.

But was has really been bothering him was that Scott or anyone else from the pack have yet to notice the new supernatural creatures that have arrived and Stiles doesn't really seem kin on telling him about it. He is a true alpha after all, how come he hasn't noticed? Was all Stiles could think of in random moments of his time when his mind wants to wonder.

Stiles can't even say he has seen Scott or the pack ever since the incident with Alice and the Nemeton, seeing as they were in summer break he hasn't seen them anywhere and Scott only texts him once in a while to see his progress on the research. Stiles at first was hurt, but he understands after what happened with the Nogitsune.

After dropping food off for his dad at the precinct, he began to make his way home; he had agreed to meet Klaus at his house in 30min. When he got to his house he had a sick feeling someone was watching him so he made his way the the front door, went in and lock the door. As he traveled around the house for a minute looking for anything out of the ordinary he sat down the couch and blamed it on his paranoia.

That's when he heard a voice, the voice belonging to the woman he has been trying to find for two weeks.

"What are you child?" Stiles got up so quickly that black spots began to appear in his vision, quickly blinking them away. When the spots seemed to disappear Alice was looking at him with a playful smirk on her face. "I can feel something in you, but I can't quite pinpoint it" As she spoke she began to make her way towards Stiles taking slow agonizing steps.

Stiles with nothing more, but his sarcasm to protect him began to move back as she made her way towards him "I have no idea what you are talking about. So if that's all the door is to your right. Please let the door hit you on the way out." Alice dropped her smirk and stopped moving altogether as if she was lost in thought looking into Stiles eyes trying to figure him out like a jigsaw puzzle.

Stiles was all but ready to bolt out the door as he slowly took steps towards towards the entrance, before Alice spook and making him stop, "You are somehow connected to the Nemeton" with those words Stiles felt his feet leave the ground as he was lifted from the floor and thrown again the furthest wall from the door, with a grunt Stiles slowly sat up, but soon regretting it when he felt pain shot up his entire chest. "Tell me boy, how are you connected with the Nemeton?" With Alice only a few feet away from him, if stiles wasn't already having trouble breathing he would have now. As he brought his eyes up into Alice eyes, all he could see was pure disgust and anger mixed together swimming in her eyes.

Stiles would be lying if he said he wasn't scared, he just hoped Klaus would get here in time before he ended up dead. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I hope you have money to fix this dent in the wall. I'm not looking forward to my bad coming home and screaming at me." As Stiles stood up he felt himself be thrown against another wall across him.

As he meet the wall he heard a crack, probably a broken rib. With a small cry of pain Stiles again sat up, but having no energy or will to stand up, "I'm not a rag doll, you bitch." As Stiles breathing began to become ragged he felt pain shoot up his chest again when he took a deep breath in. Definitely a broken rib. Stiles closed his eyes and let his head drop a little as he heard Alice speak up again, "You know what I'm talking about boy, now tell me before..." Stiles didn't hear the rest of what she was going to say as he heard a crash to his left and then felt a presence in front of him.

When he opened his eyes, he wanted to cry out in happiness as he saw Klaus in front of him studying him for any injuries. When Stiles was about to speak he felt another sharp pain in his chest, letting out a hiss of pain he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the pain to just go away. As he opened his eyes again and meet the pair of eyes filled with worry. Stiles forced himself to speak up and try to ignore the pain, "I'll be fine, just a broken rib." Klaus frowned and surprised Stiles by bringing his wrist up to his mouth and bitting it, before bringing it to Stiles mouth, "Drink." Stiles opened his mouth to object when Klaus took his opportunity and and shoved his bloody wrist into Stiles mouth.

Stiles opened his eyes wide in shook and fought against the wrist as best he could with pain shooting up his body, before he could try something else to rip the hand from his mouth, Klaus looked him straight in the eyes and spoke with authority, "Drink." Stiles felt himself lose control of himself as he drank Klaus's blood as if it was just water to him.

After a couple of seconds Klaus took his wrist away from Stiles mouth, "Now wasn't that easy." Stiles looked at him confused at first before he became angry, wiping his mouth he stood up quickly and looked at Klaus with disgust, "What the hell dude!? Why the fuck did you do that?!"

As Klaus stood up to his full height he gave Stiles a once-over and spoke, "I healed you, my blood can help heal anything." Stiles anger deflated as he felt no pain in his chest, bringing his hand up and looking down he poked his chest. After feeling no pain anywhere he looked back up at Klaus, only to follow Klaus's eyesight to a spot on the floor where there was a broken picture frame that was originally hung on the wall.

Klaus broke the silence and spoke with anger lacing his voice, "She got away." As stiles glanced around the room, for the damage done by the fight. He could feel a pair of eyes burning holes into the side of his head. Risking to look back at Klaus, his breath was taken away from him yet again. He felt Klaus's hand around his throat and the wall against his back before he could even begin to look at Klaus. With a low husky voice that spoke close to his ear, "now why exactly was she hear for?"

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Sorry for any grammar mistakes, it's 3 in the morning and I'm very sleep deprived, enjoy :b!