Helpful Hand (1)

Chapter 3

"I need you to come and talk to Sophie with me," Rebekah demands as she takes a sip of blood from her cup.

"Why me?" Stiles asks in speculation before he takes a bite from his apple.

"You know her so it is likely that her guard won't be entirely up when she notices my presence. Also, there is a reason Elijah took an interest in you and the fact that you insulted my brother and didn't die intrigued. Elijah did promise he would find out what you are and since he is not here I intend to find out myself, " Rebekah explains with a devilish smile plastered on her face. Discovering the origins of Stiles' abilities did captivate her interest just as it did to her brothers.

Stiles sighs in defeat as he says, "Okay, I'll go. I just need to tell Hayley I'm going."

He walks up to Hayley's door and knocks before hearing her say, "Come in." He walks in to see her under the covers.

"Rebekah and I will be out for a little bit. Do you need anything?" He questions worriedly.

"No thanks," She dismisses before going back to sleep.

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Stiles and Rebekah were outside the bar waiting to make their entrance.

"Do we have to be dramatic? How come we can't just go in like a normal person?" Stiles questions in irritation as Rebekah vamps speed to close the door to make it look like it was wind. She ignores him which he thought was one, rude and two, having lived a 1000 years he thought would have taught her the basics of manners.

"Hello? Seriously, Marcel? Trying to scare me? I had nothing to do with the attack on your guys last night," Sophie exclaims when she emerges, but when she hears the pots clattering together she tenses.

Sophie grabs the knife and was ready to swing, but Rebekah vamps speed over to her and grab her arm before she could strike.

"Sophie Deveraux. My brother Elijah told me about you. Know who I am?" She asked and Stiles just rolled his eyes as he became bored. He strolls over to one of the secret hiding compartments that he has in the bar and brings out a beer. He opens it up listening to the girl's conversation as he drinks.

"Yeah, I know," Sophie says as she attempted not to show her fear of the blonde but she no doubt was.

"Then you know we need to talk," Rebekah responds.

"She does now," Stiles cuts in for the purpose of making himself known.

"Where did you get that?" Rebekah asked curiously as she notices his drink.

"We are at a bar. There is a drink everywhere. I also have my own secret hiding compartment in the bar where I keep my snacks when I get hungry. I could never put my food in the fridge because Dave would eat it," Stiles explains in bitterness as he mentions Dave.

If anyone ever messes with his food Stiles will not even try to act civil with them. Food is life and nobody messes with it; especially his curly fries. Sophie scrunches her nose in distaste and looks at him sympathetically as she already knows what Dave does.

Rebekah just glared and narrowed her eyes in his direction but didn't say anything as they headed out of the bar and towards the cemetery.

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"So if I had to guess, knowing Klaus' history, Elijah has a dagger in his chest. It's a magical object. You're a witch. Do a locator spell, locate the dagger, locate Elijah, " Rebekah demands which let them know she doesn't know the rules of the Quarter.

"She can't use magic. It's punishable by death if she does. Marcel's rules, " Stiles informs Rebekah and she looks at him as if he said the most ridiculous thing in the world. Sophie nods her head in a coalition with his words.