Lost Mikaelson, Stiles Niklaus Mikaelson

The Grant Coven

Gwen POV

My family wasnt always tbe outsiders.  Mt family actually was a cast out branch of the Gemini coven. They hated how many Heretics we produce in eack millennia. Mason Grant was the powerful heretic from my family that took away Stiles's werewolf side and blocked him vampire side.

Sadly, not that the Beacon Hill pack has cast him out, Stiles is going to be experiencing a lot of changes. After all he is a Mikaelson. I waited for Stiles to wake up making small talk with Peter Hale. "When are you going to explain your connection to Stiles ?" The Hale wolf asked trying to  intimidate. I laughed in his face. Im a heretic, and I'll bow down to a Class B wolf either. "Like I said before, Class B wolves don't need an explanation. Stiles is going to have a rough time for a little while. They best you could do is keep a calm head and hold your tongue."

Peter growled by then Stiles slowly sat up mesmerized by the reflection of himself in the mirror. "Someone needs to explain what's happening to me." I grabbed Stiles's head showing him everything I know. My eyes locked with his. Stiles struggled woth the things I showed him, but when ot came down to seeing Klaus his body went stiff. "That ruthless is beast is supposedly my father ? A hybrid ?"

I rolled my eyes. "He isnt a hybrid, Stiles. He's THE Original hybrid. Two, My ancestors gave you a home here. Klaus Mikaelson is your father. Do you have any idea of what you are ?" I said hoping Stiles will just trust and believe me.  "What are you ?"

I stood up showing my fangs and the dark black veins that appear ubder my eyes. "Im a heretic. Half witch half vampire. Yes, vampires exist. My ancestors felt you would be better off wolves. After all Klaus was is a vampire-werwolf hybrid. It's in your blood weather my family took it away so that you wouldnt feel that pain. I can give it back, but you arent the same class wolf as your mediocre pack." Stiles seemed to trust me and believe me. "If my father is such a horrid, evil, manipulating bloke why would you want to help me ?"

I chuckled before grabbibg Stiles's head showing him flashes of Klaus with Hope. "He wasnt always horrid. Mikael Mikaelson, your grandfather, her made him that way. The infant I showed you...That was your half sister Hope. You both make him a hero even if he is the villian that destroys all. The Mikaelson's are all ruthless. Klaus just didnt want to be left behind."

Peter then stood up to stretch. "Will we ever meet Stiles's family ?" I groaned. "They'll all be coming. They will want to take Stiles away after how your pack treated him. It's Stiles's choice."

We left the hospital and headed for the woods. I had performed the spell to release Stiles'a hybrid nature. I caught a scent and Stiles followed it. "Peter you might want to stand behind me. He's going to get vicious." Peter reluctantly stood behind me. A blonde oblivious human was by herself on the the trail. Stiles instantly stuck his fangs into hwr neck draining her of blood.

Next his bones began to break. "What's happening to him ?" Peter growled trying to help him. "Let him turn." Soon a brownish greyish wolf with yellow eyes was in Stiles's place. He howled painfully and long. "When I turn I dont feel pain like that. Why did all his bones break ? Will it always be like that ?" Stiles continued to howl. "Killing that girl triggered it. He won't tranform fully like that again. After this he'll transform like you feeling no pain. He's a Mikaelson."

Peter had his claws out and held them to my throat. "I wouldnt do that if I were you..." I said waiting Stiles's reaction. Even if I could stop Peter myself. Stiles shifted back into a human swiftly grabbing Peter's wrist. I did a spell conjuring up clothes for Stiles. "You're really goung to defend her !" Peter yelled as I saw the look change in Stiles's eyes.

He plunged his hand into Peter's chest clutching his heart. "Stiles..." Just like his father. "Gwen isnt the threat, Peter. Don't make me have to end your life right here. It's not like the pack will miss you." Stiles said as Petere began to heave.

Stiles let go of his heart not fazed by the blood coating his hand. "Can we go to the mall ? I need new...everything." There's a dark glint in his eyes. Well, this is going to be fun.

We walked into a store when a girl started to pick out outfits for Stiles after he compelled her. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Soon we left and Stiles already was like Klaus. He was witty, charming, dashing, and a complete dick. But no one was going to second guess him.