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.
"I was figh-"
"Stiles, come in. He can't enter unless you invite him in, so if we close the door, we won't need to hear him talk anymore." Peter said while telling me with his eyes to stop talking.
I sighed,
"Yeah, coming."
I start to back away and back towards Peter, but before I get far Damon grabs my arm, and damn vampires have strength, I can't even budge without starting to put some strength into it.
"Wha- let go," I tell him.
"I did actually come to tell you something. I was going to propose an alliance of sorts, for a short time."
I frowned. What's going on. Peter took it upon himself to move in and grabbed Damon's arm that was holding mine. And he managed to pry it off, no doubt using werewolf strength.
"He's not interested." He says, glaring at Damon.
Damon just looks at Peter with a weird look,
"You're not a Vampire. You lack the death look. You don't smell much like a wolf. So what are you?"
Peter just scoffed and walked back to the house.
"I don't see the upside of working with you; also, you seem to get up to shady stuff, so Nah."
Damon sighed,
"It's to help Elena. I need help; I wouldn't ask if I could do it myself. Killing someone is easy, but getting an unkillable thing to stop trying to kill Elena is hard to do on my own." He says, sighing like it was a chore.
I pause, unkillable? What's unkillable? Peter sighed, looking at me.
I shrug,
"I'm curious, what's unkillable?" I say, turning to look at Damon.
He sighs, we all are sighing a lot.
"Klaus. He's an original. I told you about them."
"Yeah, first-ever vampires. Really old, there's like a family of them, about seven of them or something close to that. Impossible to kill, or so it says."
"They are impossible to kill. And it seems you did research." Damon says, impressed.
"Well, yeah, that's what I'm good at," I tell him.
"Well, one of them, named Klaus, strolled into town and is after Elena. He wants to kill her for a ritual or something. I need help distracting him so I can get Elena out of town and as far away from him as I can."
I thought about it.
"What separates Klaus from the other originals?"
"Hmm, nothing," Damon says, too quickly.
I just gave him a look, you-really-expect-me-to-believe-that.
He looks away,
"He's a vampire for now."
Huh, you could change out of being a vampire, I thought the only other route was like death, but for real this time.
"But he was born a werewolf."
I freeze. I hear Peter freeze. No fucking way. No fucking way! I look directly at Peter; my eyes must look crazy. Damon was saying something but heck if I could hear him. This Klaus guy was like me, okay not exactly but like sort of. I have to meet him. Safely, but I have to.
"Okay, I'm in," I say, interrupting Damon, who looks shocked.
"I'll distract him, with Peter, while you go do whatever with Elena," I tell him.
Peter walks forward,
"Why do you always assume I'll go along with your plans."
I smile,
"Cause my plans are awesome. And you love me." I say with my hands in a praying gesture.
Peter sighs and looks to Damon,
"What does the ritual do?"
I pause, oh yeah, I forgot to ask.
"He's only a vampire at the moment. If he kills Elena and a few other people, he can become a werewolf again, and then he becomes the hybrid again. And that won't be good for anyone. Including you, since you're a werewolf, he might kill you or recruit you."
Hm. Hmmmmmmmmm. That's a bit of a problem. I still want to talk to him, more like I need to. But I don't know if I can mention being a hybrid because he's not one at the moment. It might spur him into killing Elena, or he could kill me for rubbing salt in the wound. Well crap. I guess I could meet him, and still distract him before I, I don't know. I'll figure it out later.
"What's Bonnie and Stefan doing about this. I doubt they're just sitting back and relaxing." I ask because he didn't mention them yet.
"Oh, there trying to come up with a plan but mines better."
I laugh, that's just so Damon.
"Ok, I'm in though I don't know how well we can keep him occupied or for how long. As much as I like Elena, I'm not dying, and it's not happening today. I need to be up and not recovering from a full moon. Plus I have to talk with Peter a bit. So another day. But I'll do it." I tell him.
He nods, he just looks generally surprised that I even agreed and so fast and willingly.
"Right. I'll get your number from Stefan and text when and where he is when I find him."
I nod as Damon vamp's out of here.
"Well, that was a surprisingly good chat," I tell Peter.
"You are an idiot," Peter says as he rubs his brow and walks into the house.
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Notes:
Soooo Klaus is here, I moving things up, diverging from cannon timeline because its to slow for little ole me and my story. But get ready for the next chapter things will be getting interesting.
Thanks for reading and hope you liked it.