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Stiles Stilinski hadn't seen nor heard from his one of his best friends since he had departed from her earlier that day at school. Ophelia had been radio silent. He isn't sure whether he should be taking that as a good thing or not. After leaving Cora inthe hospital with the capable hands of her older brother, he decided to drop round to the Stone's house to pick her up for the recital being held at the school in an hour. Even though he knows for a fact she would dig her heels into the ground and state firmly that the event would be a complete and utter waste of time, he needs to just be with her.
When he had realised that his only living family member left in the world didn't believe him that there's something supernatural to do with the sacrificial murders, it sent a stab to the boy's heart. Stiles needs to be in the carefree presence of Ophelia. As he walks in the front door aided by his key to her home, he realises just how carefree she is as of right now.
"Niklaus. Drop. The. Knife."
Stiles' eyes are wide and flicking around apprehensively the second he had heard 'knife.' The teenage boy ducks every now and again as he walks through the unreasonably long hallway, hoping that said knife won't stab him in the back before he reaches safety. The second he enters the living room he's met with a sharpened kitchen knife flying across in front of him and imbedding itself into the plaster of a wall somewhere. Stiles gulps nervously and it's at that moment he notices the unrecognisable blonde stranger seated on the large sofa with a mug of steaming tea.
