The Hidden Truth (Stiles Mikaelson)

Chapter 26: Search Through Anger

The Abattoir

Stiles was still aching from his actions from last night but he was sure that Josh felt worse than he did. Granted, they were vampires, mixing in a little magic makes things a hell of a lot more fun. Stiles had spent the night at Josh's and had kissed Josh awake to let him know he was leaving. He was on his way to the Abattoir and he heard faint voices of Klaus and Hope.

"Did I ever tell you the story of my first beignet? No? You are in for a treat. Long ago, three French nuns came to New Orleans looking for a fresh start. And they came here. They marched right into our courtyard, and they presented your Uncle Elijah and me with these rather lumpy-looking, sugar-coated pastries. Well, needless to say, we were entranced. We set them up quite well."

Stiles smiled not wanting to interrupt the moment. He lifted his hand and let sparks fly around his fingers.

"Why did they come to you?"

Stiles smirked as he pushed the doors open with his magic. He has suppressed his magic a lot since the Nogitsune but he felt that he should at least get some practice somehow. He noticed Hope's surprised face and Klaus getting ready to attack, who soon calmed down after noticing it was Stiles.

"Oh darling, during that time we were royalty. Your father was considered the king, which means you," he came over and poked Hope on the nose, "a princess." Hope chuckled at Stiles' action which only caused him to smile. Stiles started to eye all the food that was on the table and was deciding which he wanted when Hayley came down the stairs.

"Good morning. I guess apple turnover is fruit." Stiles let out a chuckle as he picked up a donut he found on the table and handed it to Hope. Hope gave him a smile and looked toward her mom for confirmation. She held it in her hand and cautiously put it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up as she noticed how sweet it tasted. She took more bites without even thinking. Stiles smiled as Hayley threw a slight glare at Stiles who shrugged.

Hayley had motioned Klaus over for a talk which Stiles respectfully didn't overhear. That was a complete lie. He found out that Elijah was missing and his face subconsciously fell. Hope seemed to notice as she placed a hand on top of his. He glanced over at her as he put on a fake smile as if to say 'it's nothing to worry about'.

Marcel's Penthouse

After hearing that Elijah was missing, he wanted to help immediately. After Elijah had helped Stiles during those five years of being in an imaginary reality in their heads and he was close with Elijah before the tragic death of Leah. It was simply a brotherly instinct. He traveled with Klaus to Marcel's penthouse. Hopefully, they would be able to achieve some information on where Elijah was.

"You're not listening to me. All right, check again, and when you do find her, you keep your distance and call me."

Before Klaus and Stiles decided to even reveal they were there, Marcel was already talking to somebody on the phone. Stiles was rather confused on what he was talking about but, quite frankly, didn't care who he was talking about.

"You can come on in, Klaus. I know you and Stiles are there."

Stiles and Klaus revealed themselves to Marcel. "To what do I owe the displeasure?"

"I thought we had a truce."

Stiles had decided to hang back and let Klaus do all the talking for now but he knew he was probably going to have something to say at the end of this conversation.

"We do. If we didn't, I might've responded differently when Davina asked me to sacrifice you.."

"And does our truce extend to my brother, despite your extensive grievances."

"Well, yeah, I want to get Sofya back and stop the Hollow. As long as you guys want the same thing, I don't see why we can't play nice. Why? What's wrong?" Stiles couldn't help but scoff as if Marcel started to care. He also realized that with Sofya gone at the moment, that is probably what he was talking about on the phone before.

"Well, far be it from me to jump to conclusions, but the last time anyone saw my brother, he was on his way here to talk to you."

"And you think I have him? Seriously?"

"No, I don't. But I'd like to know who does."

While Stiles could easily have used his magic to try and find his brother, he knew that Freya undoubtedly would be doing so before he could even blink. He also had no doubt that Freya's magic skills were beyond his level.

Stiles's own thoughts were interrupted as Klaus's phone dinged, informing a message. He looked up at Marcel and gave him a blank face. "Freya informs me your mate Vincent has a plan. Just one tiny problem, I don't trust him." Stiles shook his head and couldn't help but agree.

"All right, Vincent helped me keep the peace for five years. He knows the Hollow's power, and he is our best shot at coming up with a plan." Stiles felt himself straighten and decided to add in his own little jab at the conversation.

"I don't think that Vincent can be totally trusted. He might have helped you Marcel, but that doesn't mean that he is trusting toward our family. Plus, what kind of plan is going to be better than Klaus's?" Stiles crossed his arms and stood next to his brother across from Marcel and looked into Marcel's eyes. Klaus chuckled as he started to speak.

"I have a plan indeed. We find this thing and its acolytes, we slaughter the lot of them, And then stack their bodies into a monument dedicated to those who would threaten my family."

"Right, right. There's just one problem with that. One of those bodies would be Sofya, and I want her alive." Stiles felt a sudden anger enrange his body as he contained a growl.

"Really? You are willing to risk this because you're in love with a broad who isn't even worth anything? Classic Marcel. Always risking shit for his own benefit."

Marcel looked at him with rage. "You are going to judge me, Stiles? Think about this. If it was Josh instead of Sofya, would you still kill everyone then? Or would you let him become another Leia?"

Stiles couldn't help but let his eyes change as a warm feeling was sent through him. He sped toward Marcel and slammed him against the wall. "Don't you dare talk about her like that. YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO HAVE HER NAME IN YOUR MOUTH!"

"Stiles! Stand down! Now is not the time for feelings like this!" Stiles turned to the voice of his brother that was still standing in the same spot as before. He got off of Marcel and started to stalk toward his brother. "Really? You are telling me to stand down? Aren't you the one that killed her? You're the one that took her away from me. You are the one that ruined my happiness. Now I know how Rebekah really feels."

Klaus didn't move or even show expression on his face. Stiles couldn't be in that room any longer. He sped out of the room and made it to an alley that was nearby. He held back his strength and decided to just continue punching the wall. He felt the cuts open on his knuckles, he felt the blood ooze from them, he felt the tears flow from his eyes, and he felt the need to just scream everything out. He sat in the alley for a long time before he even decided to move.