STILES STILINSKI FUMBLED AROUND FOR HIS BAT IN THE BACK SEAT OF HIS JEEP, groaning in frustration when he couldn't find it. The one thing that he needed and he couldn't find it. Series of curse words flew out his mouth as he slammed his door shut. The cold air nipped at the skin that was bare making him shiver in surprise. His fingers unintentionally started messing with his ring on his left hand that kept him at bay. He jerked open the building door announcing his presence to the rest of the pack.
"Stiles, where the hell have you been?" Scott immediately asked as he came around the corner as soon as he smelled his best friends scent.
"Do not get me started, Scott. Okay, I-I am here and that's what matters, okay buddy. Let's just get this meeting started" Stiles said brushing past Scott only for him to stop due the grip on his arm. Stiles' eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What's going on?" Stiles asked when he noticed Lydia come around the corner with a guilty look.
"Listen, buddy, we need to talk. You know how important you are to all of us. And you have been the best friend anyone can ask for and the best partner a werewolf could ask for" Scott started while giving a nervous glance toward Lydia.
"Okay thanks man but maybe-"
Scott cut him off. "Just let me finish... please. I know how bad this-this is going to sound a-and it's not exactly what we want but everyone thinks it's for the better. Okay, we just want what we think is best for you" Scott explained.
"What are you talking about, Scotty?" Stiles asked balling his fist up because of his nerves. He swallowed thickly making him thirsty. "I'm not quite sure I'm understanding you" his voice slipped a little making him sound different just for a second.
"Stiles, we don't think- we all think that maybe you should... just... dammit" Scott groaned not knowing how to say it.
"It's not safe for you anymore, Stiles" Lydia's voice blurred out. The two boys both turned toward her as a stray tear slid down her face. "After what happened with Allison and the nogitsune a few weeks ago- it's just not safe for you anymore and we can't protect you" Lydia choked before disappearing from their view.
Stiles blinked hard a couple times before facing Scott again. "What the hell is she talking about?" He said slowly. "Not being able to protect me, not being safe anymore for me? Since when the hell has being possessed by a damn spirit and fighting off werewolves ever been safe?" Stiles scoffed.
"Look Stiles, I don't like this idea as much as you-"
"Then why are we even talking about it?" Stiles let out a humorous but dangerous laugh.
"But it's for your own good. No-no human should have to experience this and go through the things we have been through and it's not your fault. It's mine. And right now, I'm letting you free. To be a regular teenager who doesn't have to look over their backs every second of their life worrying about a creature of the night coming for them" Scott breathed out. "Just go, Stiles"
"You think I'm standing here because I want the rush of adrenaline? Scott, I'm here because I want to be here. Not because my life revolves around you. Because I want to be here" Stiles fumed.
"But I don't want you here!" Scott growled. "I want you to be safe! To live a life you should of had. That we both should of had! You get to walk out right now and do that" Scott told him.
"You're unbelievable" Stiles shook his head. "If you really want me gone, then fine. I'll leave" Stiles said. As he went to walk away from his stance, he found himself playing with his ring again. His eyes flickered up to meet Scott's. He took a threatening step forward. "Be careful out there Scotty. The real world is more dangerous than you believe."
And with that, Stiles walked out of the Vet clinic with a very confused Scott.
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The quiet yet mysterious town of Mystic Falls. Where the supernatural crimes get overlooked and the supernatural lurk sprung every corner waiting for their next victim. Some are just looking for fun- some are looking for something a little darker, more dangerous.
Down an alley way in Mystic Falls, a man sighed in annoyance as he lazily dropped the now dead man to the ground. Wiping the bottom of his lip with his thumb, he couldn't help but grin at his choice of food tonight.
He rolled his blue eyes at his thoughts. Bending down to grab the guy by the ankle and start dragging him to a dumpster. Making sure no one else was around, he quickly lifted him, still holding on to his ankle, and threw him in the trash.
Quickly turning around, he stopped abruptly. Standing a few feet away from him, the teenager arrogantly gave him a cocky smirk.
"Don't you think he's gonna be a bit uncomfortable?" He asked, his voice laced with a British accent. The vampire simply rolled his eyes but kept his eyes on the unannounced company.
"Don't you have someone else to annoy?" He asked sarcastically, the man also said with a British accent.
"Come on, mate. I was only joking" the stranger said raising his hands in a defending manner. "After all... Family should stick together, Niklaus" he smirked once again.
"Just remember how we once separated" Niklaus glared at him.
"Let bygones be bygones, Nik" he teased.
"You've been forgiven" Klaus gave him his infamous smirk. "Now what can I help you with, Stiles?"
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