Marcel's loft do look like a safe home for vampires. They looked rather nasty. Stiles thought at the moment he set foot into the loft.
As an original, he sure grabs everyone's attention or should he put it this way, he's one famous man. The crowd of vampires started shouting and yelling upon his appearance.
"An original in town!"
"Stiles Mikaelson!"
"Yes, good morning." Stiles spoke. "I believe we can skip through the introduction part."
His eyes looked around the crowd but saw no signs of Marcel.
"Now, where's your so called brave and ambitious leader, Marcel? I would love to have a few words with him." Stiles grinned as he grabbed a glass of, he supposed, perhaps blood.
The noises from the crowds died down.
Very well, a bunch of loyal followers protecting their leader.
Noticed that he didn't say the word 'King' or 'Ruler'. Stiles never really thought of Marcel as a King. Despite being Nik's favorite son, he doesn't stand quite right in the Mikaelson family. Marcel took everything that his brother built, their home and their empire, then proceed to proclaim himself as king.
"No? Understandable." Stiles said restlessly.
He got tired of waiting.
Without hesitation, Stiles flashed toward the nearest vampires and pierced his sharp fangs into their necks, getting a taste of those succulent and sweet crimson fluid. Ignoring the fact that the victims were struggling in pain, he drank and drank, non-stop until they were nearly lifeless. He will keep doing it until Marcel shows up, otherwise, he's just going to kill everyone.
It was not that he was thirsty, it was just for fun. Pure satisfaction.
"Enough!" Marcel yelled, as he appeared out of nowhere.
"Well well, look who had decided to show up?" Stiles voiced, bloods were dripping down from his lips. "The self-proclaimed king of New Orleans, Marcel Gerard."
"You're in my territory, you don't get to hurt my people." Marcel growled in anger.
Marcel vamp speeded to Stiles and he tried to push him. However, Stiles foresaw it, and managed to push Marcel away in a quick and light movement.
"Where's my sister?" Stiles asked with a loud tone, gagging Marcel at his throat and then, he threw Marcel onto the ground.
"I don't know! I don't have her!" Marcel cried out.
Stiles walked swiftly to the fallen Marcel, and bent down to pull his head up.
"What do you know then? Come on Marcel, be useful." Stiles whispered in vexation. "Who's supposed to be performing the emerging ritual?Hm?"
"What are you talking about?" Marcel frowned in confusion before continuing. "It's Beatrix."
"Lies." Stiles spat.
"I'm telling the truth! I risked everything to bring Beatrix back just so she can perform the ritual on me. We had gone through the first phase!" Marcel said, as he struggled to breath.
Now, things were getting even more confusing. Marcel used Beatrix but Beatrix said otherwise and now things doesn't sum up.
Come on Stiles, think. Think, Stiles!
He yelled it all over and over in his mind, urged himself to figure it out. He always does. He knew things, but it's just not connecting.
It's not right. It's just not right because all that he could think of was Freya, and only Freya, but again, why her?
Why?
And again, Marcel doesn't know about this. Beatrix had performed the first phase on him but now Beatrix is dead, that means the whole thing would've ended but it didn't. Instead, he was told that there was someone else.
Perfect.
Lines weren't connecting before was because Freya wasn't helping Marcel, but someone else. There was someone bigger, behind all of these and definitely, someone who can manipulate and talk out to their beloved sister.
It's a plot twist after all.
• • • • • • • • •
"I've never thought that you'd like a hybrid." Estella whispered softly, as she curled up beside Kai. "Or even anyone."
"Well, I've never thought that you'd like a warlock. Considering that I'm a psychopath as well." Kai replied as his hands slowly brushed through her soft hair.
"Vampires are much sexier." She added, chuckling as she stole a few sneaky glances at him.
His eyes strolled down to her and smirked devilishly. "Hell, thank god I'm a vampire-witch."
She couldn't help but smile at every time he talks with a little flirt.
"It's my first time having this kind of feelings. I had never understood sentimental attachments to things, it gets terribly upsetting when you lose them. You know that I don't like anyone else except for myself, but you were special. It's killing me because I dislike myself for having feelings but at the same time, it's intoxicatingly perfect that makes me want it so badly. Like...I want you so badly. Do you-I don't think you get it."
As he kept on going, Estella found her way to crawl up to his lips and pressed hers onto his.
He talked too much.
Kai kissed her back, but more passionate and softer this time. His lips was always longing for hers, even though they had just kissed awhile ago. She could feel the heat between them rising again. Well of course, they were both naked and on top of each other. One's eating away the other's lips, passionately then feverishly.
"You're...so pretty." Kai whispered softly into her ear as he pulled apart from the kisses.
Estella's fangs searched for his flesh, and it pierced into his neck. She tasted the sweet and alluring blood of his, they were flowing in little by little into her mouth. Kai couldn't help but moaned.
Just for a second, she stopped and bit into her wrist and put it to his lips. Her bloods were flowing out, they were perfectly crimson color. Kai looked over her wrist, he understood instantly and drank it. He took it slow by licking all around it, as if he didn't want to miss any possible drop. Only then, he proceeded to suck it.
They were having an euphoric moment, no frustration and no thoughts. Just sugar rush. She loved the feeling terribly, as in being in Kai's embrace, her fingers being wrapped around his.
'I don't want to leave.'
Yet, ecstasy never last long. Estella still needed to find Stiles. Though, she just wanted to get drunk into the state with Kai and does nothing but cuddles.
And she knew she couldn't have that.
They are the immortal ones and yet, they are cursed, bound to suffer forever as they watch many people come and go. They live without hope, but they can never die. It has always been that way, and will always be. They're the definition of cursed.
Estella stopped loving. It wasn't because she was scared, but she thought she didn't deserve it. Through centuries, she only had a couple of tangled love, never last long because she ended them herself. Worse, she even envied the love that other people shared.
She snapped the thoughts out of her mind and continued to get dress.
"What are you doing?" Estella questioned as she get herself dressed.
"Getting the car?" Kai grabbed the car key in his hand.
"Are you coming with me?" She asked.
"After how I found you lying dead with a stake through your tums? It's impossible to say no." He said.
Estella halted him and muttered. "Kai, it's dangerous."
"Yeah, nope." Kai smiled as he said it so casually.
Then his eyes suddenly fixated on her, he gazed at her as if he was madly and deeply in love with her.
Kai spoke softly, muffled somehow but she could hear it. "I don't think I can ever let you go...I feel vulnerable, like I might die." He breathed deeply for he was having trouble to say things like these.
That was a first to her. For someone, who called himself a psychopath, the powerful warlock, admitted that he was vulnerable without her. Moreover, he said how much he wanted her, she recalled back. It made her heart flutters.
Out of all people that she had hooked up with, he was an exception. He kept coming back to her. Maybe this isn't too bad at all, maybe for once, she could be loved. Estella contemplated.
"Get in, smiley face." Kai shouted, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"You literally just killed so many of them in there!" Scott yelled. "What happened to you?"
'What happened to you?'
Now that's frustrating. A question that had been wondering in his mind for his whole life.
"Relax, they were still breathing." Stiles sighed.
"But you hurt them! Stiles, you've turned into a monster!" Scott yelled once again.
Alright, enough is enough.
"What you'd supposed me to do, huh? Some of us aren't superhero like you, Scott McCall. Some of us had to get their hands dirty, and some of us had to play their part as a villain. Some of us had no fucking choice!" Stiles yelled in vexation, finally losing all his control, he blasted. "And that, I apologize for being the monster that you've always hated."
Scott was taken aback.
"Do I disgust you now?" Stiles scoffed as gazed at him scornfully, yet hurtfully and walked away in heavy footsteps.
He is the monster. He is the villain.
There's nothing to deny because that was the true Stiles Mikaelson. Merciless, bloodthirsty, cruel and inhumane.
"Look at him! A monster, you've turned him into!"
There was this particular voice reaching to him. It was dreadfully low and unsteady. He recognized it immediately. It was Rebekah's.
Stiles remembered vividly the time when Rebekah confronted Niklaus. She wasn't very happy about Stiles following Klaus's footsteps, she wasn't proud about Klaus leading Stiles down into despair. Elijah wasn't fond of it either, but he was so keen on trying to change Nik, that he became ignorant about the situation. Because for Elijah, as long as Nik was willing to change, or he saw a little chance in him, he would risk it.
"He isn't a monster, Rebekah. He's a powerful being and he could achieve things you couldn't! While you disappoint me, he makes me proud."
That was Klaus, defending him. Stiles wasn't sure if that was defending or just hiding. Nik had turned him into a monster and that's the truth, powerful being is just a polite name to hide the monster, him.
Klaus.
When Stiles finally went up against his brother, things didn't end well. He remembered the cold jabbing pain when the dagger went straight into his chest. Not the best feeling. That was when he realized that Niklaus was able and willing to do anything, as long as he wants it. He would.
"Stiles." Scott mumbled as he knocked on his door softly.
He didn't bother.
"I'm sorry. I came to say that I'm sorry." Scott continued even though there was no response. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I had no rights in calling you a monster, not knowing what you've gone through. Everyone struggles, even I do, everyday. I supposed I'm a hypocrite and I'm really...sorry."
|But it was not your fault but mine|
|And it was your heart on the line|
|I really fucked it up this time|
|Didn't I, my dear?|
It was just awkward silence between them. The atmosphere was cold and dull.
Until Stiles broke the dead silence. "You know what's the biggest fear of mine?" He looked at his best friend as he asked quietly.
"I'm afraid of drowning into an endless darkness." Stiles continued, slightly shifting his gaze from Scott, then to the void. "When darkness swallows me whole, I fear myself...because I do terrible things. I've always struggled, trying to get out but not a chance. It keeps pulling me in, like I'm stuck in there forever."
Darkness devoured him and suffocated him. That was not the end, but a never ending loop of void and emptiness.
"Stiles..." Scott trailed off in a soft tone, almost muffled at the end. He looked at him pitifully and Stiles hated that.
"Worse is that, my family. They were the light, and also the darkness. They could kill me, yet again, they could save me. Maybe, I may live forever, but darkness will always be with me, and those would be the days that I'd live without hope."
"Stiles." Scott spoke very gently as his gaze softens. "Sometimes, the way is not getting out of darkness but darkness, getting out of us. You might not see the light, but at one point, there might be no more darkness." He smiled as his hand patted on Stiles's shoulder. "Take your time."
'Yeah, take my time. I've taken way too much time, I'm a thousand years old.'
Stiff shoulders slowly softened. Stiles felt like he could finally rest for a bit, only a bit because things were still out of hand.
He ran his fingers through his messy brownish hair, and said. "Everyone has darkness in them, some of us just weren't meant to defeat it...but Scott McCall, you are the light, so don't ever stop being the light in everyone's life." Stiles smiled and patted his best friend's shoulder.
"Guys!" Lydia and Allison came barging into the room.
Lydia spoke in a rather high tone. "It's Marcel!"
Stiles said mockingly as he could already sensed their arrival, "Wonderful. The leader and his minions."
Author's note:
Tbh, I kinda had fun with the Kai and Estella storyline but it's the end of it for now :D
This chapter was kinda emotional but hey, all good! Thanks for reading and, do let me know what you feel!