My name is Stiles Mikaelson and I have a twin sister named Hope. Our family...is about as messed up as the next one. Okay that's an understatement. Our family, the Mikaelson family, is about as messed up as it gets. Our father and his siblings are...
It didn't take much to end the monster. I had to stab it in the eyes. "Well...that was easily." I said getting to my feet. "Uh...guys? He's not waking up." Rafael asked. I turned my head to see Stiles motionless on the floor. I ran over to him and turned him onto his back. "I smell blood." MG stated. I searched for a wound and pulled up his shirt to see he had a stab wound in his stomach and was bleeding profusely. "Nik? Nik, wake up. Nikky!" I exclaimed shaking his head gently. He was paler than usual. "Move." Alaric said kneeling down next to me as tears streamed down my face. "MOVE!" He yelled. I moved aside as Alaric went to work on covering the wound. "Hope. I need you to heal him." He told me. "Are you CPR certified?" Landon asked him. "No. I'm not." He said. "I am." Landon stated. Alaric nodded before Landon went to work on Stiles' chest. I hovered my hands over his wound. "Hope. He's not breathing." Landon told me. My eyes went wide. "He should have been healed by now." I stated looking down at the bleeding wound. "Hope?" Alaric said putting a hand on my shoulder. "I think we need to call your aunt and uncle." Alaric stated as tears poured out my eyes. I shook my head. "No. No. No! NO! NO!" I cried out as Alaric dragged me away from Stiles dead body. Alaric turned me away and hugged me. I sobbed into his shirt refusing to look at my twin.
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"Don't you love New York, Kol?" I asked. "Yes. It's a wonderful city, love." He said wrapping his arms around me before pecking my cheek with a kiss. He handed me a champagne flute. "Happy Anniversary, Harvest Witch." He said before kissing my lips. A couple of seconds later, my phone rang. I pulled it out my back pocket and looked at the caller ID. HOPE. I glanced up at Kol. His brows were furrowed. I answered. "Hey, Little Witch. How are you--" I started. "It's Stiles. He's--He's--He's gone." Hope sobbed into the phone. My eyes went wide as I looked into Kol's eyes. They were wide-eyed and teary. He shook his head. "No. He's not. He can't be. Not him too! NO MORE!" Kol yelled running his hands through his hair as tears fell to the floor. "I'm so so sorry, sweetheart. Your uncle and I will be there as soon as possible. We love you." I said before hanging up. I looked at a broken Kol who had flipped over the mattress and knocked things off the furniture. I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug as he cried. "Shh." I said as we fell to the floor. He rested his head on my shoulder as he combed his fingers through my hair.
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H O U R S L A T E R
H O P E
I sat in Stiles dorm staring at the floor. I stared blank-faced. There was a knock on the door and I found Aunt Rebekah and Uncle Marcel. "Hey Kiddo." Marcel said with a smile. I got to my feet and ran into their arms. "How you holding up?" Bekah asked. "He was there one minute...and then he was gone the next." I explained as Rebekah wiped tears away with her thumbs as she cried herself. "What happened?" Marcel asked. "We were dealing with a dream demon and the only way to deal with it was to pull it into our reality. When it hurt you in the nightmare. Whatever was inflicted on you in the dream happened to you in real life." I said. "A dream demon?" Rebekah asked. "What the bloody hell kind of school is this?" She asked looking at her husband. "Got room for a couple more?" A man asked. Uncle Kol came into view with Davina. "WHERE?! WHERE IS HE?!" A man yelled downstairs. "You all heard that too right? Please tell me you heard that or I'm losing it." Kol said. "WHERE'S STILES?!" The man shouted. "STILES?! HOPE?!" The man yelled. I ran out the room and found Dad in the hall. He was already in tears.
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"Bloody hell. I told you. Who was right? Me. He's a cockroach that will outlive us all." Kol said. He was smacked in the back of the head by Marcel. I ran into Dad's arm as we cried. "What happened?" He asked. "A dream demon." I answered. "A dream demon? Bloody...first a dark magician was responsible for bringing Hayley and me back from the dead, and now you mean to tell me Stiles died to a dream demon?" Dad asked.
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"How in the bloody hell are you alive?!" Rebekah asked. "A dark magician. Thought he could control me and make me a weapon of his. It didn't take." He said. "Where's Nik?" Dad asked cupping my face with his hands. "The gym." I answered in a whisper.
