Transitioning Into The Unknown [Book 2]

Plans With Stiles Always Leads To Getting Punched In The Face

Notes:

I'm here for a third time today, wow, so much writing.
I legit wrote like 5,000 words alone today.
Wow.
I've just been in the mood, and my brain has been working like non-stop with this story so yay.
I really do love this story.

Anyway, things are moving along and cool things happen in this chapter especially towards the end, I laughed writing it.

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Stiles POV:

When I woke up after my long seven hours of sleep, I feel like I fell into a coma in reality, but no, I was just sleeping. Peter didn't wake me at all or feel sorry for me, or you know, check if I was dead. Great friendship there. But whatever. I told him what I figured out to get a second opinion, you know. He actually told me I was a genius. I was not expecting because I know I figured out a lot, but the praise is cool. I don't know how to feel about it; no one really ever praises my intelligence, ever. I appreciate it, but I don't know how to react, but it's okay because Peter doesn't expect anything.

Anyway, I told Peter what Damon told me, about how he'll contact us in two days, rather one day and he's going to send a picture of Klaus with a time and a place where he's going to be so we can get the show on the road I guess. I was excited; I kind of still am thrilled. But the nerves have finally appeared. Like I'm excited because I get to meet someone like me, and I mean really like me. A hybrid, like what are the chances, obviously very slim chances, but they do apparently exist. But then I'm nervous because there is a good percent chance that I could die. Or Peter could die, or we could both die, or you know death, destruction, just dying in general, you know.

I f he's known for his murder sprees, which as much as I have a quivering moral ground, murder sprees are still murder sprees. Revenge is one thing, but killing for fun is a bit out of my range of forgiveness. Not that I have any right to forgive anyone about murder spree's, with my own totaling quite a bit of death and destruction. But that's a period we will leave behind us after I found the whole spell and bargaining chips and everything to work out a deal maybe. I continued my research in finding a way how to kill an original. I don't plan on killing anyone, original or otherwise, but I need to feel safe because nothing ever goes entirely smooth for me. I mean, have you seen my life.

And it's not only me, In my stupid plans it's Peter to end I owe him a lot already, and I don't want to kill him, so we need to fail-safe, just to make sure everything goes smoothly. I'm not gonna tell anyone else about the murder weapon to kill an original. I'll keep that to myself and probably Peter. But I will eventually, if everything goes smoothly, tell Klaus about the weapon that could kill him because it will give me more trust, and if I am friends with him at this point, I won't need it anymore. Plans after plans after plans to make sure everything goes perfectly. Or as close to perfect as I could ever achieve.

One day later...

Damon: Alright, Stiles, it's go time. I'll send you a picture of Klaus now and he is in a bar just outside of town I'll send you the address in a sec.

Stiles: OK we're going to get into the car now.

Damon's quickly after that sent a photo of Klaus. And he honestly looks more mundane than I thought he would look. I don't know why I was expecting something scary I mean I know vampires and werewolves, and they all look normal (I was going to say supermodels, but I thought that might be weird for Stiles to say, so I cut it out, but I wanted you to hear it anyway) so why should this be any different. I showed Peter the photo; he sits next to me in the car. For someone who said they didn't want food in the car, he's awfully happy sitting there eating a bag of beef jerky. I didn't even know he liked beef jerky. Peter looks well-rested and ready to go.