Chapter Six

The Pack's Day Out

'Over the course of my life, I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. People do what is in their best interest, regardless of who gets hurt. Is it evil to take what one wants, to satisfy hunger even if doing so will cause another's suffering? What some would call evil I believe to be an appropriate response to a harsh and unfair world.'
~Niklaus Mikaelson

The musty, cobweb filled attic, was eerily silent, as it's occupant Davina Claire, examined the dagger, stuck in the eldest Original's chest. She then, wrapped her fingers around the handle and yanked it up, not knowing that by doing so she had unwillingly woken the said Original.

Marcel walked in, as she was examining the dagger.

The roads in New Orleans were buzzing with excitement. Today was the Dauphine Street Music Festival. The mundane beings of the Quarter, ignorant about the beings that go bump in the dark, were enjoying the festivities. The streets of the Quarter were overrun by tourists and locals alike, enjoying the sights and being normal.

Stiles was walking back to the hotel his friends were staying in. He'd talked to Noah's cousin, Father Kieran, who'd come back a few days ago. He'd asked him about the witch in the attic, even though the father was reluctant at first to tell the Original about her, he'd spilled the beans. All Stiles had to say was, that he was Noah's son.

Stiles had then got the full story, conforming his suspicions. What he'd heard was dangerous, for both his family and friends, and the witch.

His thoughts came to a stop as he realized he'd reached the hotel. He made his way to the elevators and reached the penthouse in minutes. He knocked on the double doors and heard shuffling from inside and sound of footsteps echoing, as someone opened the door.

"Oh, thank God, you're back." said Scott enthusiastically, grinning at his friend. "We were getting bored, stuffed in here."

Stiles walked in and gave Scott a grin and a hug, "Yeah, I hadn't realized my family was more complicated than I remembered. Hey guys."

Lydia, Malia and Liam walked in, Liam with a bowl of cereal.

"Hey Stiles. Awesome place." said Liam, with a mouthful of cereal, or that's what Stiles thought he said. Stiles laughed at the beta, fondly.

"So, you guys ready to head out today?" asked Stiles, grinning.

"Yes! Please. I'll go insane if I have to spend another minute in here." said Lydia, in relief. Her classes didn't start till later that month.

"Definitely." said Malia, nodding.

"It's the Music Festival here tonight, so I thought you guys could get out and enjoy. But before that you guys have to come with me for some time. We have an errand to run." Stiles said pointing to Scott, Malia and Liam, who nodded at him.

"What's wrong?" asked Malia, and then sniffed the air, "You smell weird."

Stiles laughed at her comment, "Yeah, you probably smell, anxiety mixed with a hundred different emotions, running havoc inside me. It's just that you guys can't exactly be in the Quarter. The vampires could kill you guys if they find out you are wolves. So I'll go talk to Marcel and you guys can walk around the Quarter without any problems."

Stiles went and raided the fridge, finding only an apple. Stiles gave Liam a look before, he bit into the apple. Liam just shrugged with a sheepish look.

"You guys can get ready to go in a couple hours, we can leave then.'Til then I can tell you about the fiasco my family's been pulled into."

So, the Pack sat down and Stiles told them about everything that had happened before and after he'd arrived, except for his fears regarding Davina. The Pack also told him that Noah and Melissa had already started with their jobs. A few hours of catching up and laughing at nothings, the Pack got ready to head out.

The Pack headed out, into the streets of the French Quarter, enjoying the sun and freedom, from the hotel. They had a big brunch at a local cafe, after which Lydia walked off alone, so that the others could go meet Marcel, but not without a few warnings from Stiles about the Quarter.

Marcel and his day-walkers were walking around town, as Marcel gave instructions to them about their posts, so that, Davina could enjoy the Festival without running into the witches.

"Big event tonight, a lot of people drinking, a lot of eyes watching. I don't want any trouble, which means no witches. Send word through the Cauldron. Any witches come here, we kill them. And while we're at it, no Originals."

At that moment Stiles, with Scott, Malia and Liam behind him walk towards Marcel, Stiles with a smirk in place.

"Not even me, Marcel?" said Stiles loud, enough for his vampires to hear, which made Marcel turn towards him, his arms open in welcome.

"Stiles! What can I do for you, old friend?"

"Nothing much actually, just to ask you to keep your vampires in line and not put their fangs where they shouldn't." Stiles said indicating to the weres. "This is Scott, Malia and Liam, or better yet, Alpha werewolf, his beta, Liam and Malia, the were-coyote."

Marcel looked stunned, open-mouthed at Stiles, asking for an explanation.

"It's alright they won't bite. And they can control their wolf." at which Stiles turned to look at Scott, winking, who made his eyes glow Alpha red, at the vampires, who took a step back. "And do not forget, they are my family."

Marcel knew a threat when he saw it, so he nodded at Stiles and reluctantly turned back to his vampires.

"You heard the man, no touching the wolves or their friends, pass that on to everyone. They are welcome here."

Marcel then looked at Stiles, who nodded at him, and walked away with his friends, but not before he heard the rest of Marcel's instructions.

"I got my girl Cami coming, her and a little friend of hers. I want eyes on them all times. Eyes only, all right? I don't want anybody going near either of them. And no touching Stiles' wolves. Everybody's got a post, everybody keeps an eye out. We cool?"

The vampires, grumbling about the wolves, nodded at Marcel and walked off to their posts.

Stiles took the Pack to the Rousseau's for lunch, where they found Lydia talking to a pretty blonde bartender, named Camille.

The Pack had a hearty lunch, enjoying themselves. Stiles told them, that they had to stay at the hotel for a few more days, until he could make proper arrangements. After the lunch, they went around the Quarter, enjoying the festivities and shopping, in Lydia's case, who'd pulled a reluctant Malia with her.

Scott and Liam walked off to look at everything around the Quarter, as Stiles went back to Rousseau's later in the evening. He saw Marcel leaving, as he walked in. He saw Camille the bartender, he'd met earlier, with a girl, who looked to be around fifteen.

"Hey Camille," he greeted the blonde with a pleasant smile, "Are you still working?"

"Oh, God. Call me Cami, Stiles." she said, smiling, as she sighed at him calling her Camille.

"Did you say Stiles?" asked the little girl, as he ordered a drink from another bartender.

"Yes. And you are?" Stiles asked, curiously. He had his doubts that this girl could be Davina.

"Davina." she said smiling, warily at Stiles.

"Nice to finally meet you Davina, heard a lot about you, from a lot of people, actually."

He knew he couldn't talk to her much, with Cami around, who looked ready to ask something, so he just said, "See you around." finished his drink and walked out, knowing Davina, was curious about him.

As he walked along the streets, he saw his brother, Klaus, compelling some poor kid with a violin.

"What are you up to now, Nik?"

"Oh, Mischief! Just trying to get to a little witch."

Stiles groaned at his brothers' idiocy, "You really think she'd even talk to you if you threaten a harmless human, who I believe, she likes? You are daft, brother, if you think that."

Klaus dismissed him, smirking, "Well, this is my way, brother."

"She's more dangerous than you think brother, I warn you. There's more to her than meets the eye. Her power is dangerous."

"Not as powerful as me, brother. Now off you go."

Stiles just sighed at him, shaking his head, "I did warn you. I have the right to say I told you so." at which Klaus laughed.

Stiles then walked off in search of his friends. He found Lydia and Malia, buying something from the streets, "Hello, ladies, enjoying yourself, I hope?"

Lydia turned towards him smiling widely, "It's a beautiful place." while Malia rolled her eyes, as she mouthed 'I hate shopping.' to Stiles.

Stiles laughed at the two. They walked for a while, Lydia stopping at every street-side shop to buy some trinket or the other, which Stiles paid for, without batting an eye, and buying Malia a whole pizza.

As they kept walking, down the festive streets, Stiles remembered something that he'd wanted to tell Lydia.

"Hey, Lydia?"

He only got a hum in response, as she was examining something on one of the shopkeepers' table.

"You know, about you being a banshee and all," he said softly, so that only Lydia and Malia could hear. Lydia nodded at him. "Well, I can train you to fight with your scream."

At that Lydia whipped her head around and looked at Stiles with wide accusing eyes. "And you're telling me this now! Stiles!"

Stiles looked at her sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, "Ah, slipped my mind?"

Lydia gave him a look that would have scared Klaus to do her every bidding. She sighed, "Okay, I want to train. And soon."

Stiles sighed in relief, "Definitely. After I get all the problems sorted out, arranged for your stay, and everything. Is that okay?"

"Sure." sighed out Lydia, before going back to examining whatever she was looking at before.

Malia, looked at Stiles and started laughing, "Oh, you should have seen the look on your face, hilarious!"

Stiles just scowled teasingly, and punched her arm lightly. He sobered quickly as he remembered a friend he had had in the 1600s, Nora Salazar, who was a banshee. He'd been fascinated by the new supernatural being he'd met and had been with Nora, whenever she'd trained and learned a lot about banshee's. He'd kept Nora from his other siblings, lest Klaus kill her for being something unknown to him. He'd thought about teaching them to Lydia, but he never found opportunities between all the supernatural dramas they'd been through.

They finished their, shopping, or Lydia did, and were walking back to their hotel, when they met Scott and Liam, carrying what looked like a whole junk food section of a grocery store. They walked back to their hotel, discussing the day's events, happily. Stiles stayed there with them, knowing that he'd have to go help Rebekah clean up Klaus' mess, in the morning.

Today was a happy day. He thought before drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

Hey!
Here's Chapter 6! I know it's a very short chapter but please bear with me. I was busy and struggled to write this chapter. I'm terrible at writing dialogues, but I'm trying.

The next chap, however, is gonna be pretty long. And a lot of Stiles history.

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18 April 2k17
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