No One's POV
"Hello love…" Niklaus strolls into the Mikaelson mansion with Elijah. "I heard there was a little incident earlier with a few White Oak stakes… How are you doing?"
"Wait- are you drinking my alcohol?" Niklaus turns to Damon, who is lounging by the fireplace. "I'm sorry, since when am I running a hotel? And since when did you think you can make yourself right at home?"
"Mmm… No comment." Damon offers, taking a sip of the said alcohol in question. "And, Gen and I are over here so often… I mean…" Damon trails off with a shrug.
Niklaus simply gives the eldest Salvatore brother a meaningful glare before turning his attention back to Genesis.
"I wasn't aware that you cared all that much, Niklaus? I'm flattered." Genesis raises a brow at the Original Hybrid, rolling onto her back, her wings flopping a little as she shifts around, managing to use her winged appendages to not upheave Finn, who was curled up in one like a kitten curling up against their mother; Finn merely making a small noise and falling back into feathered wings contently, reading a book.
"Well…" Niklaus huffs a little. "You're not totally terrible, I suppose." He offers.
"Charmed." Genesis offers back sarcastically. "But, to answer your question. It'll take more than a glorified stick to kill me. And, I burned the three White Oak… In case you were wondering. Which I know you would were going to ask, so don't deny it. I know that's the only reason you were asking." At that, she snorts a little.
"A glorified stick!?" Niklaus asks, a little outraged, puffing up offended. "That stick is single handedly the one weapon that can destroy my entire family!"
"Hmm. Yes, well…" Genesis offers. "It's a stick."
Niklaus growls again, looking as if he's about to argue with Genesis further, that is until Elijah steps in.
"Perhaps we should concern ourselves with the fact that Elena and her friends have weapons that can hurt our family in the first place…" Elijah offers mildly. "And some may still be out there…"
Stefan ran; he ran from the alley, he ran from Elena, and most of all he ran from himself as if he could possibly run from all the mistakes that he made and he apparently kept on making.
The forest was peaceful, quiet, and tranquil, far more than his inner thoughts; there admits the forest, brush, and wild animals, Stefan sank to the ground, kicking out a few times, punching the ground, and lashing out in anger and his own stupidity.
"Arg!" Stefan simply growls, the growl echoing loudly in the desolate forest, scaring away any small animal that may have wander close in curiosity. "Stupid. Why am I so stupid? Come on, get it together, Stef." He mutters to himself, pulling at his own hair a few times in frustration, rising from the ground and pacing, as if hoping it would prompt himself to think.
It was abundantly clear that he had fucked things up, made an absolute mess of things with Genesis, he had all but blundered through a first impression with her, not unlike an uncoordinated bull in a china shop, actually, a bull was probably more coordinated that he had been.
But, could he really put aside his plans in order to pursue things… Whatever it may be, with Genesis? Since it was also clear that she was friends with the Originals.
Then, there was Elena. He had held on to his love for her for so long. An image of her, an ideal of her, a perfect love… Because of what? Because she was the doppelganger of Katherine? Or because he loved her for herself? Could he let that go as well?
Stefan paced, he paced some more, he paced until the sun sunk over the horizon, and he planned.