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Katherine POV
I sighed annoyed, flipping through the Netflix shows, before I settled for Scandal. Sounds interesting enough. I started the episode, then got up to grab me a blood bag after a long day of watching Stiles.
He mostly stayed by his father side, unless Scott came over to play. Before I could rip open the plastic, a warm feeling spread against my right butt cheek. Confused, I pull out the moonstone, only for eyes to widen. It was glowing.
"That's new!" I mumbled. All of sudden, the room started to spin. I reached for the counter, trying to steady myself. I dropped to the floor, my sight going dark. It felt like steady thrumming against my skull.
Weirdly enough, the room started to change. What I thought was blindness was just a dark room. The dark room became still, my eyes adjusting to the low light. "Where in the hell…?" My words stopped abruptly when I heard sniffling. Frowning, I sat up, now seeing that it was a bedroom, until my eyes landed on small figure on the bed.
"Stiles?" I said, out loud, but jumped when he did as his eyes, puffy and red, widened when he looked my way. Frighten, he moved away from me.
"What are you doing here?" His small voice cracked, wary of me. I smiled, trying to assure that everything is fine. Even though I had no idea how the hell I got here, I tried to take control of the situation.
"Don't you remember me? I'm Katherine." I said, getting up from the floor. I considered to compel him, but I had a feeling that I'm not physically in my body. I noticed the partial moonstone in his hand. "It seems you wanted some company." I pointed to the partial stone in his hand.
His hazel eyes looked down to the stone, then back up to me. "Cool…" He whispered. I watched as he relax, sitting cross legged on the bed. "So, are you real?" He asks, looking up to me.
"I'm your… imaginary friend." I spit out, immediately wanted to smack myself. Elena wanted a normal life for him, so I couldn't exactly be truthful. I got up on the bed, mirroring his actions. He remained silent, looking down at his hands.
I could tell that he has been crying from the puffiness of his eyes. "Obviously something is upsetting you, Stiles. You can talk to… me if you want." It was weird for me to be the caring one after being for myself all this time.
"There was this thing my mom and I was suppose to do at school together tomorrow, but…" Stiles trailed off, becoming quiet.
"I'm sorry, Stiles. What did your father say?" I asked.
"I didn't want to bother him. He has been very sad lately." Stiles mumbled. Without warning, Stiles laid down turning his back to me.
I laid down next to him on my side, facing his back. "Stiles, I'm sure your dad would love to take part in helping you with your project. He is hurt just like you. I think this will be a nice gesture for the both of you to forget about your sadness for a moment." I whispered low enough for him to hear me, but he stayed quiet.
I wrapped my arms around him, laying my head against the pillow. I rubbed his head in a comforting manner, knowing it was okay not say anything at all. Stiles flipped over, snuggling into me, using my arm as pillow. I felt awkward, but oddly satisfy that he trusted me enough to be here. Soon after, his breathing even out, letting me know he fell asleep
I didn't have the time to contemplate, because that weird sensation, my vision swimming, feeling like I was being sucked. My eyes closed tightly, feeling a searing pain in my head. Confusion clouded my state after hearing Stefan's voice.
"Katherine? Can you hear?" I felt a pat on my face, groaning from the ringing in my head.
"Can you not be so loud?" I moaned, covering my eyes from the light.
"Well isn't she a ray of sunshine." A british voice spoke out to me. My eyebrows pinched as my eyes adjusted with the light. I smirk as Stefan's concern face came into view, but my eyes wandered over to the tall male that look like he stepped off a library catalogue. He was wiping at his glasses, looking around the apartment.
"Who's the stiff?" I questioned as Stefan helped me up from the floor. I rubbed my head, pushing my hair out of my face.
I heard scoff from the mystery man as I fell against the couch. "That is Dr. Rupert Giles, the one that our informant sent us to. What the hell happened to you?" Stefan inquired.
I gave him the stink eye. "It's a long story. Just know I'm kicking Elena's ass when she gets back here." I grouched
"I called her and she should be back soon as possible. There is things that definitely need to be discuss." Stefan said, sitting on the coffee table opposite to me.
I looked around to see that there was books, like a lot, sitting all over the place. My eyebrow perked up as I saw the Doc flipping through old book, mumbling to himself.
"What is going on, Stefan?" I asked, all my attention focused.
"What is wrong is that Beacon Hills is on top of a Hell Mouth? On top of that, Los Angeles has one as well. The witches that after you, know what they are doing. I'm sure they pushed you into a corner. Probably, twenty steps ahead of you already." Doc said, closing his book.
"I don't know what the hell that is, but it sures as hell doesn't sound like a rave in New York, so what can we do?" I inquired, asking walking up to the man.
"A hellmouth is a place with an increased supernatural activity. It has a thin veil between Earth and Hell, but the special thing about Beacon's Hill hellmouth is that this was land of good witches centuries ago. When they sense what was forming, the coven cast a powerful spell to repel the lure of supernatural entities through the Nemeton, which is like a doorway to Hell. Each hellmouth have different doorways. The casting spell came at a great cost, which they lost their powers." Doc explained, scratching the bridge of his nose.
I frowned. "I get that the Hellmouth is B.A.D news, but how can Esther and the other… bitch use this to their advantage." I asked, not liking the sound of anything.
I turned to Stefan when he started to talk. "Lets just say the apocalypse is on the horizon." Stefan said, eyes intense.
Elena's POV
My eyes fluttered open, confuse that the room was completely pitch dark. The blackening curtains work wonders. I looked around, Elijah nowhere to be found. I sniffed the air, smelling cinnamon and vanilla. I rolled from bed, tightening the sweats that Elijah allowed me to borrow.
I shuffled out the room, immediately attacked the sunlight. I winced as I walked downstairs towards the kitchen. I reached the kitchen at the same time that Elijah was placing down a plate with stuff french toast and bacon.
"Good morning. How did you sleep?" Elijah asked, leaning against the counter, sipping on his coffee.
I smiled, pushing back my mane. "Good morning. I slept well and thanks for this." I replied, cutting into the french toast, cream cheese oozing out. "I miss these." I mumbled as I stabbed the bread and put it in my mouth.
Elijah was about to say something, but was interrupted by his loudmouth brother bursting in the house. "I hope your clothes are on! There is child in the presence!" Kol announced, finding us immediately carrying Hope with him.
Bonnie was behind, scowling at her significant other. "When I said I wanted to enjoy our morning, this is not what I had in mind." Bonnie gave me exasperated look, tossing down her sun hat and sunglasses.
Kol passed on Hope to Elijah, who smiled at her, asking about her day. I noticed that Kol got a fork and was headed my way, so without a thought I pull my french toast away from his reach.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked Kol, shielding my food.
"Sharing is caring, so pass little bit of that French toast my way." He attempted to reach his fork around, but I swatted the fork away. Bonnie sighed, coming to sit next to me.
"Hi Bons, having fun?" I asked, taking the fork from Kol to hand it over to her.
"I was until he brought me here. I wanted to try out some of the vintage breakfast cafes here, but your biggest shipper had stick his nose in his brother's business." Bonnie said, eating a piece of French toast.
She moaned from the breakfast food as Kol pouted as he was excluded from eating. "I thoroughly supported you when spelled Hayley in the house last night, so she didn't come over here." Kol argued, snatching my bacon from my plate.
I saw Elijah raise his eyebrow, but said nothing else. "In my defense, she did come for me, so I had give a little payback." Bonnie defended, giving a small smirk.
"I see my brother has been a bad influence on you, Ms. Bennett." Elijah commented, laughing at Hope as he sat her on top of the counter.
"She was crazy all on her own." Kol mumbled, but fake cough when Bonnie turned around and said, "What was that, Kol?"
"That I love you, my beautiful queen." He smiled fakely. I just shook my head at their antics. I got up from my seat, stretching my arms.
"I'm going to take a shower and head back to Mikaelson mansion." I dismiss myself to disappear up the steps.
