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After the Nogitsune posses Stiles, he left.
He left everything and everyone behind to visit his cousin in Mystic Falls.
But it wasn't for a regular family reunion, no, he wanted chaos and Mystic Falls was his next stop.
Stiles fights the hold...
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Stiles flinched away when Klaus got closer. He held a hand to his bloodied neck. "Stiles," Niklaus asked. Stiles didn't respond as he leans against the wall, his heart beating fast. If he were to move, he would be sure that he'll break down. He felt the thump of his heart in his throat as he struggled to contain it. "Stiles" Niklaus repeats again. Stiles could hear his name being called but the sound was overlapped by the fast beating. He felt messy as if everything was too disoriented to even put back into place.
His mind was too fast for him to even hold on to a single thought before another came crashing forward, over and over and over again and suddenly a hand was on his shoulder and that was all he needed, a simple touch, to remind him that he was still alive. A simple touch to ground him from the height he was taking up in the black cloud, even if he didn't know it himself.
It startled him, making him push himself against the wall, his head snapped at the person in front of him. Blue eyes staring at him and now all he could think about is how bright yet dark the blue eyes were. It kept his mind from slipping into the dark haze of speeding thoughts and a heavy heart.
It helped him breathe a little, enough to unwrap his mind from the certain dark things that lurk inside. Klaus waited, he knew that Stiles need the time to breathe and put himself back together even if the pieces didn't fit. After all, he's only human.
Niklaus stared at the blood. "Stiles, let me heal you" Stiles stared at him, his heart slowed down and his breath was back to semi-normal. Stiles nodded slowly. Niklaus quickly bit into his wrist before holding it to Stiles' mouth. Stiles slowly drunk, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. Klaus held the back of his head closer as he buried his face in the smaller one's hair.
Stiles was the first to pull away as he wiped his mouth, feeling the bite healing. The pain was gone and in a quick haze, so was Katherine. Klaus came back in front of Stiles, helping him stand. "You should be more careful in who you trust, little one," he said.
"I thought she was Elena" Stiles mumbled numbly. She looked exactly like his cousin, only different taste in styles. Stiles would've noticed if he wasn't blinded by the thought that Elena was in trouble.
Ever since he had been possessed, his senses haven't been clear as it used to be. His mind had been too much under stress and in pain for any thought process to occur. He just wished that for once, something seemed like it looked. Klaus wasn't that because even in his puzzled mind, he could see some of what Klaus is. Something that he was so sure, Klaus didn't want. For someone to undress his mind and soul, leaving it bare to see all the demons and angels that lurk.
Klaus stared at him. "Come on, let's get you to bed." he gripped Stiles upper arm, pulling him into the bedroom. "You need as much sleep as you can get" Stiles let him drag him to the room because whether Stiles liked being here or not, Klaus was helping him and he was right, sleeping wasn't something Stiles did and for a human, he knew his body will someday shut down. So Stiles laid down on the oh so soft bed feeling the comfortable peace that overcame him as he shut his eyes.
Even though Stiles could successfully sleep without the evil inside him overcoming him, it didn't stop the nightmares that plague his dreams. He could clear as day hear the sound of the wind blowing and the weary silence that followed. The forest was dense and too dark to make out anything as he walked in no particular direction. Leaves crunching underneath his bare feet. It was cold but it was more of a thought than it was physical
Reasons were more behind that. He was out in the forest with no shoes and thin layered clothes. It was dark and the wind was blowing softly enough to create the idea of it being cold. He felt eyes burning holes on the side of his face but didn't dare turn to look in fear of seeing something that might frighten him. His fists were clenched tightly by his side only now noticing how deprived of color they are. It was almost like his gut knew something bad was here before he himself knew.
"Stop fighting me" a whisper was heard only to be gone with the wind. Stiles stopped, his shoulders tense at the familiar feeling of suffocation covered him in a thin layer of sweat. His head clenched his shirt where his heart was, feeling the fast pace of his heart. He swallowed as he looked around.
He knew who it was and he wasn't going to stop. He isn't going to let him in, for his friends and family. He owned them that much. "No" he whispered. A figure appeared at the corner of his eye before it flashed in front of him.
The fox stood in front of him, fangs out as he hissed at Stiles. "Let me in, Stiles." he hissed. "We both know you can't hold on forever" Stiles stared at him, hands shaking. "Leave me alone" he mumbled.
"Just leave me alone" Stiles shouted in anger and frustration. He was tired of this, having to fight, having someone other than him in his conscious. The sparking of his hands started up. The electricity ran through his vein with so much power and velocity that it overwhelmed him to the core. Suddenly the scene in front of him changed. It was day time, the sun was out and shining ever so brightly. People were filling the streets, laughing and existing. The painters, painted their hearts out as the musicians beautifully played their instruments. Stiles found himself dressed in new casual clothing. Niklaus walked up to him, towering over him.
Stiles looked at him in confusion, shaking his head. "You're not real" he whispered.
"Oh, but I am. I am just inside your head" he responded. Stiles remembered Elena telling him about that. If you bring your walls down, a vampire can access your mind and have the ability to control what you dream.
"I don't know what real anymore," he said.
Klaus drew himself closer. "Trust your gut"
Stiles let out a breath. "Stiles, you're hands are sparking. Calm your breathing or you might just burn out the whole town" Stiles looked at his hands to see they were crackling with blue electricity. He concentrated on calming his tense stance. His heartbeat steadied. "There you go, love" he smirked.
"Where am I," he asked. "New Orleans, of course" a smirk was plastered on his face. "Come on then, let us explore"
