My head say's, "Who cares?" But then my heart whispers, "You do, stupid..." - Stiles Stilinski™
teen wolf ✖ the vampire diaries
Dear Mr. Stilinski, ✉
This year's Founder Party in Mystic Falls is coming up...
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WHEN STILES FINALLY OPENED HIS EYES everything was in black and white lightning. No shadows were closed off to him, hiding what's in them. The light from the sun that poured through the curtains brought slight irritation to the teen. Before he could move or speak out, his eyes sight changed to show colors and shadows once again. Confused, Stiles tried to get out of the bed only to get tangled in the blankets and IV that was still in his arms. The machinery Damon had to keep Stiles going through the coma, were all pulled towards stiles as he toppled to the floor.
The smack that Stiles' face got, felt as if it made the whole house shake, in the teen's opinion. Stiles stayed on the floor for some time before sitting up, he was silently hoping someone came up to see what the noise was. But, I guess it was expected no one would. They were debating about going to the dance, Klaus would surely be there.
Stiles untangled himself from the blanket mess. He then proceeded to rip the IVs out of his arms. When he pulled them out, there was no proof in his arms that they were even placed at all on him. Studying his arms slowly. Stiles knew this was part of the effect the transition had. He can't be a hundred percent correct. I mean, Stiles had no one to tell him what will happen to him. He didn't have his father to explain what'll all become of him. A part of him was scared, undoubtedly scared. But there was another part of him that was grinning, scheming, and felt so- so powerful.
Ignoring that Stiles stood, only to feel as if he was walking through rushing waters. Stiles felt unbalanced on his feet, so he leaned against the bed for a moment. Which was not a good thing for him, because at the end of the bed laid a black widow. And in Stiles's opinion, the spider was snapping its fangs at him, daring him to come closer. To challenge it, it wanted a battle. Yet, Stiles squealed. He felt uncomfortable by the creature and his eyes glowed slightly in a white hue as he looked at the spider. Before she can see what he did to the black widow, Stiles was running down the stairs.
His feet were wobbly and looked as if he was crippled. The teen ran where everyone was and hopped on the first man he saw. His eyes were wide and he pointed up at his room.
"THERE'S A SPIDER AND IT WANTS TO EAT ME. BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE EATEN, IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE, BY IT! HELP- ME-" The teen totally forgot he woke from a coma for a second. At that moment he forgot he was out for months, soon to be a year in a few months if he stayed down longer.
Yet, the others did know. They remember him going into the coma, and now they all stare at the now snazzy sounding teen as he held for life on the all known history teacher/vampire hunter.
"Why is everyone silent? Is there something on my face-" Stiles turn to the person he was gripping on, and not seeing Damon he pushed himself off the man, with an embarrassing blush across his face, "Who the hell are you-"
"Stiles- really? The- the first thing you say after being in that one was about a fucking spider." Hearing Damon's voice Stiles snapped to his friend. His eyes gleamed with joy, but not as much as Damon had. Seeing he was the one who took care of the transitioning teen.
"Day! How are you, my amazing friend!" Stiles grinned totally forgetting about the stranger that stood next to him.
"Stiles." The stranger spoke softly as if he was testing the name on his tongue. Without the others' knowledge, the possessed Alaric, looked at Stiles trying to figure the teen out. But the more he was closer to the teen. The more power the vampire felt.
The hybrid once felt this power, he remembers it like an old school memory that was to be shared with family. But this memory of the exact taste of the power he felt, was during a time that bloodlust was never given to him. When he was human, he felt his mother drawn out this power once before. Now to see a human harboring it? He needed this child dead. But there was an itching feeling that the teen will be more useful to him alive. The vampire bit his tongue to hold his snarky remarks back. To hold down all the words he would have probably said to the teen for bearing the aroma of his worst danger.
Damon sped to Stiles and hugged the boy before punching him in the stomach, "You fucking snarky bastard." He hugged the teen again, "Can't believe you woke up at one of the most dangerous times right now."
"Ah, but where the fun without a little chaos-" Stiles stopped, his eyes widen at his words and he looked at Damon. He never told the vampire about the nogitsune and how he met Katherine.
The vampire who held control of Alaric's body watched interestedly in the teen's words. When Stiles spoke it was like a darker shade of himself came out. As if a beast that was once was caged, was part of the teen. The hybrid smirked inwardly, maybe it was a better idea to win the boy over. The power the teen had was connected to the original in a way that he couldn't code together. A devilish plan he had, that changed what'll happen tonight. Klaus now knew things for ton8ght had to be different. So with a bitter exhale his plans changed. A betrayal was going to be made in the future. But to gain power, was something Niklaus never passed up. A hybrid- will never pass up.
"Something wrong, Sti?" Damon asked the teen while putting a hand on the other's shoulder.
"I have a lot, I need to speak to you about." Stiles's tone was unnerving by the fact it was low.
Stiles needed to get a lot of his chest. And he knew Damon did too. He had to help the vampire he grew close too because he felt that he had too. He also can't keep what happened to him a secret. He can't lie to his new friend. Someone who took care of him in his time in need. Someone who did something for him without him having to ask, without leaving him alone.
"So, the plan?" Elena pressed trying to regain everyone's attention back to her dire needs of survival.
That was when the plan began, one to stop Klaus. Another to gain power. And deep down Stiles' knew something was going to happen. The teen could feel the power in his veins, but he also knew he didn't know how to control them. And there came his fall.
