"So, Scott, Lydia, what the hell are you doing in my home and why are you still here?"

That was the question Stiles had asked the stunned individuals that sat with mouths agape. It was a straight forward question that only fit right for this situation as to where the old Samuel Mikaelson would've had their hearts ripped out by now because of their idiocy for even thinking they were welcome in his home, around his family. All ties were cut loose once he left for Mustic Falls and leaving Beacon Hills behind.

"Why did she call you Sam?" Lydia spoke up first. A frown appeared on Stiles' face for a second.

"That's my name" Stiles shrugged as he refilled his glass with whiskey, filling it halfway, before shrugging and continuing pouring the liquid.

"Your name is M-" Scott went to say but Stiles cut him off quick.

"Wrong. My name is actually Samuel but Sam for short. Growing up I felt my name was to basic so I told people to call me Stiles which stuck. That horrid of a name you know was just for fun" Stiles laughed to himself like he said something funny.

"I'm confused. You're talking as if you're not... you" Lydia said slowly standing up. It was obvious that she was observing his every move and behavior. "Somethings different about you"

"Well, if you really want to know, I have gained my toned body back..." Stiles trails off with a smirk. He noticed it also, that when he returned back to his true nature, the muscles in his body and replenished and returned to what they used to be.

"Talking as if you aren't you..." Lydia trailed off making Stiles smirk even wider noticing to where she was heading with assumptions. "You're talking like you were when the nogitsune was you"

"Ten points for the banshee" Stiles scoffed sarcastically as he took another big sip of his alcohol.

"Lydia, stay behind me" Scott jumped quickly with his eyes flashing red in warning. He put an arm out in front of the strawberry blonde like it was supposed to protect her if anything happened.

"You're technically not wrong, Lyd's. Fun fact though; the nogitsune was never really gone" Stiles told them finally.

"Yes it was. We changed him and put-"

"A fly, Scott" Stiles snorted. "You put a fly inside of the little box Isaac had and called it a day. Way to go, Scooby gang"

"This isn't you" he shook his head. "This isn't my best friend"

"You lost the right to call me that when you kicked me to the curb. Honestly, you're wasting your time right now so I would appreciate it you would leave" Stiles told them getting serious.

"We're not leaving without you" Lydia said firmly.

"You don't get it, do you? I'm not going with you because I'm already home. You have no idea what world you have just inserted yourself into by coming here so do me a favor, and march your asses out right through the door you entered" Stiles told them heatedly just as he received a text message. "I have to go but when I get back, you two better be halfway to California"

****

"Say one more word about it again and I'll reveal more secrets about our past with the others" Kol threatened Stiles while he choked on his own spit.

"Woah. Take it easy now. No need to go down that vulnerable and dark era" he spoke adding a fake shiver for effect. Kol only chuckled at his twins behavior as he shoved Stiles playfully away.

"I miss this you know" Kol said softly as they walked through the dark, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Stiles had his own hands pocketed in his blue Jean skinny's, that went with a tight black long sleeve, and black boots. He raised an eyebrow for Kol to explain more. "Just us two venturing off together. It's been a long time since we've paired up to cause some trouble, don't you think?" He smirked.

"Way too long" Stiles agreed stopping in front of the two story house that was located in the middle of no where. Tree's surrounded the old house, only one light on that looked like the bedroom light. "So what do you say we give our old friend Mary a visit?" he grinned.

The Original Twins held the same smirk on their face as both of them bumped fists flashing over to their point of entries. Kol decided to take the back door while Stiles took the front door. Without knocking, he walked inside making sure to slam it shut to make it known he was there. There was a lot of junk piled up everywhere.

He could hear upstairs that freaky Mary had stopped whatever she was doing and was now descending down the stairs. Right when the younger vampire reaches the bottom of the stairs, Stiles vamped out of sight knowing Mary was aware that a vampire was in her home.

"Who's there?" She asked with no trace of fear. "Trust me when I say you do not want to mess with me"

Kol walked into her sight, coming from the kitchen. He had an aluminum bat resting on his shoulder and a cocky smirk. Mary's eyes widened and turned around trying to rush out of the house only to run into someone.

"Come on, Mary. We just want to talk" Stiles told her.

In response, she swung at him with all her might. Unfortunately for her, Stiles caught her arm right before it connected with his face. "Really? That's how you treat an old friend?"

"Lord Sam- what makes you come visit?" Mary asked with a fake smile that showed how nervous she was.

Stiles smirked along with his twin. "So nice to be called that again. Although, I do sincerely wish it was under other terms". Stiles lifted her head up by the chin, loving the thrill of being the most deadly in the room. "Perhaps in a bedroom" Stiles taunted.

"You filthy animal!" Mary snarled pushing the laughing Stiles away.

"Someone has had a change of heart since the last time we seen you" Kol mused leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Was it not you that once walked in my room in nothing but your hands tied behind your back?"

A scream left Mary's mouth as she sped toward Kol, tackling him into the guest room of double doors. Before she could do anything else to the glaring Kol, Stiles threw her off of his brother. Within seconds, she was back on her feet and advancing toward them. Quickly kicking a leg chair off a chair, he picked up the stake and threw it with so much force at Mary, that she flew backwards in the air and got impaled to the wall through the chest.

"She was a lot more feisty than I remember" Kol confessed, glancing over at the decaying vampire.

****

Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore slowly enter the house that belonged to the vampire Mary. The lights were cut off and the living room was messier than usual, with crap thrown all over the place. Eyebrows creased together, the doppelgänger switches on a flashlight.

"Whoa. Like "Vampire Hoarders"" Damon exclaimed looking around.

"Who is this Mary person?" Elena asked.

Damon picked up a picture frame tossing it aside after a second. "Scary Mary. Really old, super creepy" he told her.

"And how do you know her?"

"You know..." he hinted with a sly smirk.

"Of course" Elena rolled her eyes.

"What? I said creepy, not ugly" Damon defended.

A soft gasp left the humans mouth as a crash was heard throughout the house. The two spin around to look behind them at double doors where the noise came from. Sharing a brief confirmation, they enter the dark room. Only more junk was scattered everywhere until Elena flashed the light across the wall where Mary was staked against the wall.

"Mary..." Damon murmured.

"Quite contrary" Kol voices as he switched on a lamp beside him as he sat in a chair, baseball bat in his hand. "Shame about Mary. She used to be a blast. I don't quite know what happened. I fear all the time she spent with my family might have ruined her. She was a bit of an original groupie"

"And were you her favorite?" Elena questioned.

Kol smiled at her before counter reacting. "You mean, did I turn her. I think I did. But, no, wait. Maybe it was Rebekah. Or possibly Stiles, those two always had their fun together. But there was also a Klaus period. And let's not forget the Elijah affair. I spoke to my brother. I know you're trying to find out who you descended from. Now you never will. So... Where did we leave off?"

In a split second, Kol swung the bat hitting Damon on his leg making him fall to the floor. Next was smacking his arm to make him completely immobile.

"Elena, get out of here!" Damon shouted through the pain. She goes to run out the room but standing in front of her was Stiles. Who was definitely not happy to see her.

"Hello Elena. Goodbye Elena"

With no time to process it, Elena was gasping in pain when fingers wrapped around her throat. Her eyes were wide as she stared Stiles right in the eyes. It was weird to say the least. Never before did she think she was going to feel for someone who was trying to kill her but something about the look in his eyes enchanted her. It was clear he was angry; most likely about the death of his eldest brother but there was so much pain held within.

Suddenly, Damon jumped up from off the ground and sped to Stiles. He pushed Elena away nearly throwing her into a wall and tried snapping Stiles' neck but failed to accomplish. "Don't touch her" Damon growled. Stiles head butted Damon making him stumble back right into Kol who started hitting him with the bat again.

"Stop!" Elena screamed rushing forward to do whatever she thought she could do to two immortal vampires.

"I wouldn't if I were you" Stile commented appearing in front of her receiving a gasp from her. "According to my brother, you're off-limits. Please don't test me more than you already have"

"Oh, dear. You've hit the nerve brother" Kol smirked. "Relax, darling. I just want us to be even. You snapped my neck, you killed my brother, and then you humiliated me"

Kol's smirk vanished as he repeatedly slammed the bat into the younger vampires back.

"There. Now we're even"

****

Stiles walked into the mansion around nine in the morning. He had traveled overnight back to Mystic Falls unlike his twin brother who decided to go and venture off on his own for now. He followed his instincts that lead to a smaller sum room where he knew Nicklaus would be painting. His older brother always had a gift at drawing and painting. It was something he always admired about him.

Walking into the room, Stiles stopped in his tracks. Sitting on the smaller couches watching and chatting with his Hybrid brother were Scott McCall and Lydia Martin. It was the sinking feeling of his heart dropping to his stomach that scared Stiles the most. Despite all the emotions Stiles felt when Scott kicked him out of the pack, he still felt protective over the boy. The two people he got closest to in the past decade were in the same room as his power hungry sibling.

"Stiles!" Klaus gleamed in delight at the sight of him. "You didn't tell me we were having guests over"

"I didn't tell you because I wasn't aware they were going to be here" Stiles told him, carefully making his way around the room. He eyed Niklaus carefully before averting his eyes to the two mortals. He could tell they seen the alarm in himself and he hoped they understood the message he was trying to send them. "I thought I told you guys to go back home" Stiles said tightly.

Scott glances at Lydia before answering. "We're not leaving until you come home with us. You need to come home"

Laughter broke out in the room coming from Klaus who stopped painting. At the moment, Stiles was hoping he kept moving the paint brush across his canvas. "I'm sorry. It's not funny, truly. It just amuses me to think you have any type of authority over my brother"

By now Klaus was standing up. The room was starting to get thick with tension and anybody who knew Klaus knew what was about to happen within the next few minutes.

"He doesn't have any siblings" Lydia states matter of factory although it sounded like she wasn't sure of her answer herself.

Niklaus smiled bringing a hand to his mouth to try and hide it. "What's your name, love?" He asked the strawberry blonde.

"Lydia" she answered without hesitation pursing her lips and head tilted as she looked him up and down.

"Well, Lydia, I'll have you know he does indeed have siblings. Seven to be exact. Three dead" he stated like it was nothing. Scott stood up when Klaus stood in front of Lydia sensing the hostility coming from the Hybrid. Klaus' lips curved up slightly into a smile, possibly from amusement at the young wolfs protectiveness.

"You must be Scott" Klaus recalled in fascination.

Stiles immediately tensed up and decided this was enough. "And Scott was just leaving" he interjected.

"Stop being so broody brother. I just want to chat" Niklaus assures although the look in his eyes and smirk dancing on his lips told Stiles otherwise.

"I find that hard to believe" Stiles replied instantly.

"What's your problem Stiles? You came here crying about how they treated you with no respect after you looked out for them for years and now you're suddenly protective of them again. Pick a story and stick to it" Klaus said but Stiles got the message clearly with the look he was receiving.

"Niklaus..." Stiles trailed off. "Please behave yourself. Maybe I'll even give you dog treat"

The smirk was swept off Klaus' face replaced with a hard glare.

"Scott. Lydia. Got wait outside, I'll be with you in a moment- Now" Stiles ordered. Whatever they heard in his voice seemed to work as they both scurried out of the room.

Flashing in front of the door, Stiles stood in Niklaus' way whom tried to rush out the door also to get to Scott and Lydia.

"I made myself clear Nik" Stiles threatened.

"You still care for them. Why?" Klaus demanded with a cold look.

"Why does it matter to you? How I feel for them and what I do with them does not pertain to you. So please, keep your distance away from them and keep your paws to yourself. They are to not be harmed whatsoever. Period" Stiles warned.

The two originals squared up to one another, neither backing down. It wasn't until Klaus chuckled and backed away that Stiles knew he won. For now.

"Fine. I'll leave them alone" Klaus declared going back to his painting.

Stiles sighed knowing Klaus didn't mean a word he just said.

"For now" Klaus smirked.

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