•••~♾Savior♾•••~Kol Mikaelson/Stiles Stilinski~•••

Chapter 1

I woke up and squinted, this is not my room, what the hell happened yesterday? I heard a commotion from down stairs stairs, so I quickly got up, threw on a pair of black jeans, and a black Metallica T-shirt. I ran down stairs, humanly, what I saw shocked me, what the hell is going on?

"Who are you? And why am I in this house? Sorry for wearing these clothes, but I didn't want..."

"Kol, not now, okay we still have to get rid of the Nogitsune." After the brown boy said that, shut up I can't be bothered with actual descriptions right now, I had a flashback and I remembered what happened yesterday, which was supposed to be me in Mystic Falls, instead of being in this town which so far has no entertainment in it at all.

"Right, sorry, are you sure don't want me to heal him?" I asked, fact I hadn't told them what I am yet, oops.

"Wha-why, why didn't say you could do that before?" I looked at him with a 'Really?' look.

"You didn't ask." I deadpanned, and my face changed.

"Woah...that's different." Oops... well it was bound to happen eventually.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Heal him!" Scott yelled at me, I just casually went into the kitchen and grabbed a cup, then walked back out into the living room, froze when I heard a scream, a very loud one, great, a banshee, just great.

"Thank you, so much, I really enjoy having my ears explode. Thank you, really." I said my voice laced with sarcasm. I bit my wrist and allowed my blood to fall into the cup.

"You're going to make me drink your blood?" Stiles asked, I thought he was the smart one.

"No, I'm going let you die when I  have something to heal you, even if I'm not positive it'll work." I said still using sarcasm, Stiles rolled his eyes and squirmed, I sighed.

"Do you have a red drink, preferably one that'll make it hard to tell he's drinking..." I got interrupted by Stiles running to the kitchen, only to come back with a bottle wine. "Perfect, gimme." I said hold my hand out, Stiles placed the bottle in my hand, I looked at it and my eyes widened.
"Nice choice... quality wise, not money wise though. Wine this good shouldn't go to waste." I said breaking the neck of bottle and catching the bottle in my hand before it fell too far.

"Nice reflexes..." I looked at Peter in annoyance, then poured the wine into the cup, held the bottle to my left, knowing three other people were there, waiting for one of them to take it.

When Derek did, I held the cup up in air, then sped into the kitchen, -after letting go of the cup- grabbed a spoon, sped back into the living room catching the cup perfectly, not spilling a single drop of either the liquid or the blood in the cup.

"Show off." Peter mumbled, I gave him my fox like flirtatious smirk. And tipped the cup slightly towards him.

"Only for you, darling..." I said flirtatiously, then held the cup straight and stirred the wine and blood together, I then gave the cup to Stiles.
"There you go...now all you'll taste is the wine...hopefully." I mumbled the last part, not caring if the wolves heard.

"So..um what are you?" I looked at the bronze haired boy who looked like he knew what good clothes were, good at least someone did.

"Vampire." I said showing my fangs. I heard a chuckle and smiled.

"Not just any vampire either." He said critically.

"Alan...it's been, what, twenty odd years since the last time we saw each other?" I asked him as I turned to look at him.

"About that...it's good to see to see you not in a box." I laughed as I hugged him in a friendly manner.

"How old are you?" Peter mumbled the question as I let go of Alan. I turned to look at him with the signature Mikaelson smirk.