Road to Nowhere

Stefan had almost forgotten how good it was to talk about something normal every so often. Most of the time his life seemed to be full of supernatural drama going on and now was no exception but he and Stiles were able to focus on something else for a little while at least. Music was something that Stefan had always loved there were plenty of stories that he could tell Stiles about gigs he had gone to but he knew that he could save those for another day. Stefan hadn’t known quite what to make of Stiles, Scott and the others when they first got to Mystic Falls but he had quickly come to realise that they weren’t really any different to him and his friends. They had all found themselves thrown into the supernatural world and they were just doing their best to navigate it as well as they could. For a while Stefan had blamed himself for bringing all of this into the lives of Elena, Caroline, Bonnie and the others but he knew that at the end of the day Elena was a doppelganger, Bonnie was a witch and Tyler’s family carried the werewolf gene so it really had only been a matter of time before they had found themselves thrown into his world, he had perhaps just caused that to happen a little sooner than it otherwise might have. He no longer blamed himself for that, though, and he had taken to doing his best to help them get through it and that now extended to Stiles and his friends too.

“You can keep the kidney and first born, you’re a friend,” Stefan shrugged. When it came to his friends there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for them and that group had grown quite a bit after he had started getting to know the gang from Beacon Hills. It was clear how much Stiles liked music and it had been years since Stefan had done something like that so he knew that it would be fun and he was definitely up for making it happen. He and Lexi had ended up compelling their way backstage a few times and those were still some of his favourite memories to this day. Stefan had been told certain things about what had happened while he was travelling with Klaus but there were still some gaps and it looked like a couple of those were going to be filled in now. “He probably hoped it would serve as a warning for Scott and the others to be careful,” Stefan admitted. He had never heard of a werewolf bite being toxic to vampires before but he had seen the proof with his own eyes and he knew that that wasn’t something that any of them would want to accidentally cause. “That’s right. Klaus’ blood is the only cure that I know of, otherwise it is a slow and painful death sentence,” he nodded. The moment Claire had called and told him what was going on Stefan had known that he would do whatever he had to in order to save his brother and he stood by that decision. “I don’t know the whole story but it sounds like he would rather dagger them than let them leave him,” Stefan shrugged. It wasn’t a good way to live at all.

The time he’d spent on the road with Klaus had at least given Stefan an insight into what the Original wanted to do and that was why he was able to give Stiles the warning now. Stefan had never thought that he would end up befriending a group of werewolves and other supernaturals but the members of the pack were his friends and they were Stiles’ family so he knew that they both wanted the same thing – to keep them safe. “Have you ever heard the saying there’s strength in numbers?” Stefan asked as he looked over at Stiles, not surprised at all at just how nervous the other boy suddenly seemed. “Klaus might have the physical strength but we have the numbers and we can make it more difficult for him to get to the people he wants,” he explained. It might not hold him off for long but it was worth a shot at least and at the moment it was all they had.

STILES STILINSKI