"Stiles, what happened?" Stilinski asked, looking at his son with worry.
"I-I don't know," Stiles stuttered, breathing heavily,"It all just happened so fast. Will Scott be okay?"
"Yeah," Stilinski reassured him,"Yeah, he will, Deaton's patching him up as we speak."
Swallowing, Stiles nodded, acting relieved.
"Are there any descriptions that you can give me?" Stilinski asked.
"I don't know what else to tell you. A guy with a hood on just came in with a sword and killed everyone."
Stilinski looked at him for a moment.
"Do you think I'm lying?"
"No, no, of course not," Stilinski said quickly,"But did he say anything?"
Stiles pursed his lips,"He did say one thing."
Stilinski leaned forward,"What is it?"
"He said...You'll be seeing me a lot more now," Stiles said, shrugging,"Whatever the hell that means."
"Was there anything...supernatural about him," Stilinski asked.
"No," Stiles replied,"I mean, he was more like a ninja than a werewolf."
Stilinski nodded, stepping out of the office, and as soon as the door shut, the facade dropped.
Stiles stood, going to his father's desk he looked through several of the files. It was nothing more than what he already did, but it used to just be potential supernatural attacks, now he's looking for the work of one particular individual.
When he came up empty, Stiles let out a breath of relief, he was either not awakened or he died before he could find Stiles again.
He had done this a million times, had a family, and tried to live a normal life. But then some crazy supernatural threat pulls him back in.
"What to do now?" Stiles asked himself, looking outside the windows of his father's office at the deputies bustling around, humans speaking to each other.
He heard the doorknob slowly turn to be opened, and Stiles moved immediately, taking his previous position on the couch.
"Stiles?" The Sheriff said,"Do you want me to take you home?"
"I'm okay," Stiles said,"Can I just walk? I need time to clear my head."
"Stiles, with this guy out there--"
"I'll be fine," Stiles said, standing up, and walking out of the station without another word.
When he was met with the cool breeze of the outside he breathed it in. Thinking about his past life times, he does this every time he has reawakened, almost like he had to make sure he still had all of his memories.
He chuckled, recalling the memory of Noshiko when he beat her at her own game by winning in a sword fight. When someone beats a fox at their own game, being pissed doesn't even come close to what they feel.
As he started his walk home, he lifted a hand, looking down at it with interest. He still wasn't completely awakened, some memories took longer to come to the surface than others.
His time as Henrik Mikaelson he thought of frequently, in a way he was responsible for the creation of the vampires. He'd even almost become one himself on more than one occasion, but if he dies with vampire blood in his system he doesn't go into transition, he just dies.
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he took off running into the preserve, what seemed like a full sprint to a human was a mild jog to him.
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Henrik Mikaelson. Always known as the child taken too soon. The One that motivated Esther to make vampires. His siblings were made immortal, but no one knew that he already was, but in a very different way. He's had many names in many lifetimes. But...