Transitioning Into The Unknown [Book 2]

A Being Like Me!

*Klaus looks so hot, sighing*

Notes:

Ah yess helloos, its I author here bringing you another chapter.

It's been a year, I know, I know. I is sorry for not updating for soooooo long. I truly am sorry, but you know I was sleepy, and well, I guess it has been a whole year. *sighs* Forgive me.

Ahem, *sarcasm and bad jokes and terrible English aside* ahem.

Anywho, I think you're going to like this chapter.

It's a bit dialogue-heavy but I'm sure you don't mind.

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I woke up midday to see Peter throwing things out the front door. Everything was a blur until I saw the couch fly through the door. I sat up from the floor and stared at Peter while he kept silently throwing broken furniture outside. I was slowly regaining the memories from last night; surprisingly, I remembered everything this time around. Like I didn't pass out during the shift, but the controls was still a bit iffy. I look at the pile of furniture outside steadily growing as the furniture inside was nonexistent at this point. I winced fuck.

"Uh, morning Peter," I say guiltily.

Peter stops moving the furniture.

"Oh, morning. Slept long, huh." He said while not looking at me.

Oh no, I made him really mad. I didn't mean to destroy the house. Damn it, I was almost there, with control. Next full moon, I'll try on my own.

"Can I help. I'll pay, um help pay for new stuff. I have 500 dollars saved up. I can go pick up some stuff." I say, just trying to make amends. I felt terrible, Peter has been paying for everything, and I keep bothering him.

"Just set the junk on the curb for the people I hired to take it. And your cousin is banned from the house for the foreseeable future. And keep your damn money. I don't need it."

I nod and silently walk outside and start moving stuff around.

I'm halfway done with moving everything when our favorite vampire strolls along.

"Stiles, didn't like your furniture?" Damon says grinning like his damn joke was actually funny.

I glare,

"Go away. I thought we don't like each other." I tell him as I throw the last broken chair into the pile on the curb.

I place my hands on my hips,

"What do you want? Just tell me and leave."

Damon mimics me and also places his hands on his hips,

"Well, grumpy, I was wondering if you had a good full moon, maim anyone?" He asks, smirking.

"Yeah, tons of people got killed," I say with no emotion, and zero heartbeats skipped a beat.

Damon paused,

"Really?"

I smiled,

" Yeah, you are looking at them, chair, couch, lamp. All died." I deadpanned.

He glared,

"Har har. How'd you manage to stay inside? That door doesn't look strong enough to keep you." He says, pointing at the front door.

"Or maybe it was something your friend Peter did something."

He smirks,

"I'm not giving up on finding out what he is." He says as a side note.