Blood and Pessimists: A story of love, hate, and chaos

by desertalpha

Grace Salvatore is Damon and Stefans niece, she is also a vampire and comes to Beacon Hills with Damon in search of a more normal life. Damon, driven to grief and heavy drinking due to his loss of Elena forever to Stefan has left Mystic Falls to get away from the pain of seeing Elena and Stefan together. Will they begin a new life? or just drag their problems across the country?

7. Hunting Hunters

I wasn't prepared for how similar him and Stefan really looked, it was shocking. I couldn't help but hesitate at the surrealness of the situation. But I recovered quickly as Stiles stood, confused behind me.

"You know," he continued, "We're related, me and you, you would be a distant niece I believe." He walked slowly in our direction, and Stiles and I backed up in step with him.

"Silas." I heard Stiles hiss from behind me.

He smiled at the sound of his name, "It seems you have been expecting me." he said, still talking directly to me, keeping steady eye contact.

I nodded, "You shouldn't be here."

He sighed deeply, "Ah you see thats the whole reason I am here, because your right, by all means I should be dead. Qetsiyah made sure to rob me of that. And for that, I think I should rob her of something. Seeing as she's had the pleasure of being dead for over a thousand years," his voice even sounded like Stefans, "the things she cares about seems to be dwindling, and not only that, but she seems still intent on rendering me inanimate, which, is for me, horrible at best. So, that leaves me with one option, to kill the hunters destined to do her dirty work."

"Did you even think this out? Because it seems a little half baked for the oldest being on earth. Your going to hunt down the five over and over again until the end of time, when they're whole purpose is to hunt you down and force you into a neutral state. You don't think at some point sometime, your going to get tired of them haunting you? or that you won't be as quick one time and then," I pulled my finger over my throat in a horizontal swipe, "…its over? God, you're daft." I rolled my eyes and he gave me an angry look I was already familiar with, Stefan's angry brooding glare on Silas' face.

"Ive been suffering, for a thousand years, I don't enough patience left to argue with you. Where are the hunters?" he said, ignoring my rant and getting to the point.

Stiles, Run." I said keeping my eyes on Silas all the while.

"Im not just gonna leave you here with him." he responded.

I said, " I turned my head to look at him, letting my fangs grow sharp and my eyes grow blood red, "RUN." he looked at me for a long lingering moment and then ran as fast as he could away, I turned back to Silas, and braced myself for a fight.