Helpful Hand (1)

Chapter 17

Stiles wakes up in the morning to find that Klaus is not in bed. He gets up and gets ready before he makes his way to the study. He walks in to find Elijah feeding on a girl while Klaus was reading a book.

"I guess I should start getting used to this. Waking up in the morning to find one or all of you feeding on someone," Stiles comments as he stands behind the couch.

"Good morning." Derek greets as he walks in and grimaces when he sees Elijah feeding.

Elijah lets go of the girl and lays her dead corpse on the coffee table. He wipes away the extra blood that was dripping from his chin with a napkin.

"Who is this?" Elijah asked intrigued.

"This is Derek, he's an old friend," Stiles answered as he took a seat next to Klaus.

"Ah, old friend. That means more information on you."

"True, but it seems to me brother that you are the only one that doesn't know exactly what Stiles is," Klaus stated with a winning smile.

"Yeah, Rebekah found out, Marcel knew the moment he heard my name and Klaus put two and two together," Stiles informed him.

"Well, I would have figured it out if I wasn't daggered and pawned off like a relic-" Elijah glares Klaus's way who returns it with an eye roll. "But I have your companion here to tell me more about you," Elijah stated gesturing towards Derek.

"Not quite. Derek here would never do that. Only I will be able to tell you about my past. The only thing Derek is allowed to say is our enemies." Stiles said and Derek nodded.

"Then do tell."

"Hunters, Kanima, The Darach, Alpha Pack, Nogitsune, Berserkers, Assassins, Dread Doctors, La Bête du Gévaudan, Ghost Riders, and the Anuk-Ite. I wasn't there for at least three of those." Derek answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I wasn't there much for the Anuk-Ite because they didn't bother to call. Some bullshit about how I was happy and it was good for me to be here in New Orleans. We ended up meeting up because he was in the middle of a fight I think with the FBI and I was his getaway driver."

"You guys faced the La Bête of du Gévaudan!" Elijah questioned in shock. He'd never thought he'd hear that name again. His family made sure to help exterminate that problem indefinitely.

"Yeah, we had teamed up with the Argents," Stiles said but rose an eyebrow as he assumed the Mikaelsons made contact with them in the past.

"We had a history with that beast," Klaus grumbled in annoyance.

"Klaus could not handle the fact that there was someone at his power. So we helped with his demise. Thank you for killing him again for us." Elijah said, throwing a smile their way.

"Sure."

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They were all in the study room, reading books with classical music playing in the background when Rebekah came in. She was baffled at the sight and commented, "So this is what you do the first time we're back together as a family— vampire book club."

"Reading edifies the mind, sister. So say hi to our new guest." Klaus said gesturing towards Derek's way with his book.

"Hello, and who might you be?" Rebekah asked curiously as she saw their new guest.

"The names Derek. An old friend of Stiles and not a vampire but a werewolf."

"Ah, one of the last Hale members. I've known quite much about the McCall pack." Rebekah stated.