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. He's all dressed up, "mean-looking," He's got like full leather jacket, sunglasses, dark clothing, sorta thing going on. I'm just dressed kind of casually compared to Peter. I'm just wearing dark blue jeans, some white sneakers, a plain T-shirt, My trusty flannel, and a sweatshirt. I mean, I kind of like how I always look. I tried to match Peters lately by going dark colors, but like I'm not going there for intimidation. Because I don't intimidate people, I'm going there to show off my brain and to woo people with my knowledge and information gathering skills. No matter how much I change, I still look like a seventeen-year-old. No matter how supernatural I get, I always look harmless.
Once Damon sends the directions, Peter puts it in his GPS, and off we go. I'm still getting jitters of nervousness, and my hand and knee shake from before I became a werewolf from my ADHD. But I'm doing pretty good. It would be a nightmare if Peter weren't here. Because even though I look like a spaz right now, he kind of looks intimidating and someone to be taken seriously, so it's all good. I think this is going to go great, hopefully, maybe, oh God, I hope so.
Twenty minutes later, in front of the bar.
OK, nerves are still here, but they're like hidden under my skin, so if you were aware wolf and smell me, you could probably smell how nervous I am, but if you're just looking at me, I look totally fine. I look totally fine; I assure you I do. Peter pulled me out of the car because I did open the door, but I didn't actually step out. He told me to calm down and shoved me forward into the bar. Thanks, Peter. I looked around, and I quickly spotted Klaus early on. He was sitting by the bar with a drink in his hand. I slowly just walked in and sat next to him, real smooth, Stiles, real smooth. Peter follows suit and sits down next to me, basically caging me in between him and Klaus great.
Klaus doesn't say anything; the bartender looks at me, though. I have a babyface, and I am obviously not old enough to drink. He doesn't even spare me a second glance looking at Peter and asking him what he wants to drink. Peter orders a drink, whiskey, or something. And you get me a Coke, yay me; I could use some liquor right now. But I don't need it. I am fine. I turned to look at Klaus, Who was not ignoring me anymore. He was staring right at my face, oh boy. I smiled, well I try to smile, but I'm pretty sure it came out as a grimace.
"Hi," I said extremely awkwardly.
Peter could be heard sighing next to me, listen, I'm having a hard time right now. I took a giant deep breath and got in the game mode. I could be nervous later.
Klaus didn't look impressed, but he responded,
"Hi," h e said, somewhat skeptically.
Well, now, how do I want to start this? I can't just drop the bomb on him because that would be awkward and not a good thing to say in a bar full of people. And I don't want to die so slow and steady then.
Apparently, I was struggling too long, though, and Peter took up point in the conversation.
"Can we talk to you more privately," Peter says, and he points to a corner booth.
Klaus rose an eyebrow, but he didn't seem nervous or frightened, which, why would he. But he nodded and stood up and walked over to the booth that Peter pointed to. After that, we picked up our drinks and followed suit. Once we sat down, I started the rest of the talk. I was going to give him a little bit of truth and honesty to start everything off, and hopefully, they set him off, killing me.
"Uh. So honestly, I was asked to come here by uh Damon."
I tell him to start off slow. And I'm slowly thinking the killing thing might actually happen with how angry because I got when I mentioned Damon, great.
I hold up my hands before he can speak,
"We were supposed to distract you. So you wouldn't know what Damien was doing. And I'll tell you what he's doing if you listen to my whole point that I will eventually get across."
I tell him, fully with somewhat awkward phrasing.
"All right, but what I don't understand is why you're betraying Damien. I don't know who you are and I didn't see you when I went to go visit the Salvatore brothers and the rest of the gang. So who exactly are you?" He asked, still digesting the information that I dropped on them.
Peter answered first,
"That's Stiles, and my name is Peter." He says in way of introduction.
I pipe up,
"Damon told us you're name was Klaus. We just moved to Mystic falls, so I don't know anyone here well enough to consider not doing what they ask as betrayal, I mean being a distraction is sort of the same thing as bait, right, so like our lives weren't put with much thought into it. So what did they really expect." I said, being serious.
"Anyway, I don't mind Damon as much as the average person, I guess, you obviously feel differently. But I wouldn't say we're best buds. Peter's my-"
Peter cut me off with a look that said we're getting off-topic.
"He's trying to say we don't like Damon, so screw him," Peter says.
"Hey! Hold I didn't say that, just because you want to punch him in the face and you haven't been able to doesn't mean you can put words in my mouth." I tell Peter, with fake anger.
I honestly can't wait for Peter to punch Damon in the face, that's going to be the best thing I've ever seen in my whole life.
"But, yeah, screw his plan." I say to Klaus.
"OK, one of you hates Damon and one of your kind of likes him, I guess. If you're not here to distract me from something, what are you here for?" Klaus asks, he was pretty patient with us.
Which thank God because we are not moving at top speeds with this conversation.
"Well, I uh, I was going to propose proposition to you. Damon obviously doesn't want you to kill Elena. I kind of like Elena too, so I don't want her to die. So I came up with an actual idea rather than Damon's idea of a plan. Instead of stalling you and hiding Elena, as he wants. I was thinking of just figuring out what it was you needed so that you can become a hybrid again and to do it without killing her." I say, smiling with trepidation.
Klaus was slowly frowning throughout the whole time I was speaking.
"You have a plan that would save Elena. How long did you start thinking of this if you don't know them that well?"
"Oh, I did tons of research for two days in preparation for this. I learned a lot of interesting stuff, and I figured out how to turn you into a hybrid. And I found out a little flaw in the spell, but I also found a solution, so no problem." I said, smiling again.
"A problem, with the spell? I didn't see that there was one." Klaus said.
"Oh well yeah, it's not a problem more like whoever made the spell placed a fail-safe should someone ever break it. Which was pretty smart, but I noticed it when I was researching, so I think we can get around it. We'll need a few things, more research, some more time, but yeah, easy." I tell Klaus honestly.
"Alright. You want to work with me. What do you gain? Because don't say you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart."
Klaus tells me, I laugh out loud.
"Uh, no. Whoever does things out of the goodness of their heart, right, no, I want information on a few things but nothing too much. Just about werewolves and hybrids and stuff. And Peter's just my backup in case things went bad, or I was too stupid to talk right." I continue my honesty.
I pause for a second and decide to go with the whole; I just became a werewolf help me, spiel.
"Actually, I'm a werewolf. Newly, you know, made. And uh, I came here looking for information. And no one here knows anything useful. So I assumed you know things being one of the first-ever vampires. And your also a hybrid, which is cool." I tell him.
To think that there's another person like me is the coolest thing ever. It also means I'm not alone even though we're not exactly the same where the closest we can possibly get.
"So you're going to help me become a highbred again. Just for the information, you could ask another a werewolf. This isn't adding up. I'm not stupid. And if you don't tell me, I can always make you tell me." He said with a threat.
Oh God, he just threatened me. Peter grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from Klaus.
"It may sound fake, but sadly he's telling the truth. He honestly only wants information. And I can't fault him I'm going to someone who probably has all the information he could ever want. Which is you, unfortunately." Peter says he looks so done with everything we've only been here for like 20 minutes.
Klaus was about to say something, but then my phone rings. I look startled more so than anyone else.
"Uh, oh, hold on."
I grab my phone and sigh.
"Oh wait it's Bonnie I should take it, you can listen, hold on."
I put the phone on speakerphone, but I told him to shush with my finger. Klaus looks surprised that I even put it on speakerphone in the first place, and Peter looked at me like I was stupid. I was stupid because obviously, they both have supernatural hearing, but I did not realize that at the moment.
Bonnie's voice filters through,
"Stiles, are you there? Listen, Damon just told us his stupid plan, and Elena feels so bad that you guys are dealing with Klaus all by yourself. Stefan and Elena are coming to you. Just don't die, okay. Hello?"
"Oh yeah, hi, Bonnie. Peter and I are fine. We're not in trouble. Oh, you don't have to come."
"Stiles, you don't have to pretend, they're already on their way there. They're like 15 minutes out. I'll hang up; now they'll be there soon, OK. Bye."
And Bonnie hangs up the phone, leaving me just staring at it and confusion. I look at Peter in panic; we didn't want them to find out so quickly that we weren't you know on their side entirely. I look at Klaus, regretting asking him this.
"Can you pretend to hate us for a bit. Uh like, let's go outside, and we can fake fight, you know, keep up the act." Peter just frowns and sighs while massaging his temples. Klaus frowns at my suggestion but also gets up to head outside, which, okay, this is happening. We all get outside before Stefan and Elena gets here. I don't know how to fake fight.
I look at Peter for help, and I see him clock Klaus in the face. He must've done it with all his strength to because close falls on the floor with a bloody nose. And I am just freaking out because what the hell!
"Peter, what the hell!" I tell him as Klaus gets off the floor looking pissed.
Peter just smirks and says,
"What you wanted it to be a fight, there had to be some blood."
Okay, maybe Peter is insane, and I just got this all wrong because he looks way too happy in the face of imminent death. Imminent death for both of us. Peter, what the hell! Of course, Klaus doesn't let Peter get away with that and punches him in the face twice, but surprisingly, Peter doesn't fall to the floor, but there is blood everywhere. Oh my God, I think I'm going to puke.
"Okay, Stiles does not want to get punched, so I'm not going to hit anyone, and I hope no one hit's me. This is supposed to be fake fighting guys." I say as Peter looks like he wants to punch Klaus again.
But I grabbed his shoulder so he doesn't go and do it again because this will not turn out well. Klaus stops and sighs.
"Fine, truce. We need to talk another time, though. How do I contact you?"
"Oh, we live on Pinewood drive. You know back in towards the town. Just stop by."
Peter smacks me on the back of the head for telling him where we live but, no other vampires except for Damon know where we live. And also no one else has been invited into our house. So we could talk without interruptions.
At least I thought it was okay. But maybe it wasn't so smart. We don't even have to invite them, and we could just set up a meeting place somewhere else. Klaus nods just as Stefan pulls up with Elena, who rushes out of the car, running up to us.
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Notes:
So how was it?
I'm gonna have to watch some originals to refresh my Klaus's voice, it's barely there, and I'm not exactly happy with it. But it will improve. I really like these last few chapters though.
The 'fake fight' is probably my favorite thing ever.
(update this chapter is my longest yet, 8 pages, wtf is wrong with me.)