Game on.

Stiles swallowed against the lump in his throat awkwardly, keeping his dark-brown eyes locked with Katherine as she stood up from her seat, picking her mug up off of the table. Breathe, Stiles. “D- Don’t tell me to breathe, Katherine, alright?” Stiles frowned and shook his head, while he watched her move over to the coffee maker, pouring herself a refill, as if it was the most natural thing to do during a conversation like this. If both of them had been humans, then it had been a completely different thing. He swallowed and stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to keep his brown eyes on her.  

I haven’t done anything to your father, Stiles.

He moved from one foot to the other, obviously quite uncomfortable in the situation. I knocked, he answered, he was kind enough to invite me in for coffee. That was another thing, now that his Dad had invited Katherine in, she had a hell of a lot of power on him and that was something he absolutely hated. If there was one thing he knew about vampires, it was the fact that they had to be invited in to be able to do any damage.

And now, his Dad had invited Katherine in. 

Things had changed drastically.

No compulsion necessary. He quickly moved over to where Katherine stood, sipping from her mug filled with coffee before she sat it down on the counter beside her. “be quiet. Dad doesn’t know about you or anything else connected to the Supernatural world,” he said and swallowed thickly, “and honestly, I would like it to stay like that.” He had lost one parent, he didn’t think he would be able to lose another; he thought. Moving closer to her, he leaned down towards her and whispered, feeling her warm breath on his face, “now, what is it that you want? Hmm? You didn’t just come over here to hear where I’m applying for college.”

Stiles wasn’t stupid. Far from it, in fact. He knew when someone had ulterior motives.  

   What was bothering him more, that she had gotten into his house or that she hadn’t had to compel her way into it? Stiles wasn’t an idiot, he knew she was more of a threat by not relying on compulsion than she was if she used it as a crutch. Which made his advances on her all the more predictable. He was grasping at whatever inch of control he had left. It was almost offensive, given all she’d been doing to play nice.

   Still, Katherine didn’t let out a peep as Stiles scolded her. It might have even been making him feel better, but once all of his questions were out of his system, she couldn’t resist taking the teenager’s command to heart. In what could only be defined as a petty move, Katherine withheld her reply and shot him an infuriatingly vague look, before brushing past him in a lower volume. 

    “What about Loyola? You probably want to get into Tulane, but fourth best in Louisiana isn’t bad either.” She mused aloud, before rounding the counter to where Stiles had only just been, and running her nails along the border. “Scott would have a better chance at getting in.”

Despite scanning the room, no one sticks out, and he’s even spied Elena speaking with a well-wisher a few yards away. No phone in hand. What a bizarre experience, to hear her voice in his ear, and see her clearly not talking to him. 

He’s done his homework on Katherine, and from what he can tell, she tends to bring bad news like an omen. He doesn’t trust her, but he’s not sure he needs to. He needs her for her information, and as far as he’s aware, the right price can buy her honesty. He’s just worried about what that price is. He’s already got one deadly creature on Elena’s tail, he’s not going to add a second. 

“Why do I feel like it’s a disaster to have two of you in the same room?” He answers with a sigh. He can add this to the list of things he’s got to talk to Elena about. Where exactly do they stand? “Long story. I presume you called for a reason?” He’s reluctant to give details on his relationship with the Gilberts to anyone, let alone Elena’s vampire doppelganger. The cat’s out of the bag, what with him standing at the front of the service, but still. It’s private. 

   Katherine’s gaze flicked back to the unknowing veteran. As she took note of the medals that decorated his suit, she caught the reluctance in his voice. 

   “Look around, John.” Katherine leaned forward, arms spilling onto the empty pew in front of her. “No one knows I’m here except you. And you know, if I wanted to make a scene I would have by now.” Then she stood up, careful to move to the wall of the alcove before moving any closer to the balcony. She wanted him to see her, not the father and his friends. 

   “Curiosity.” Katherine purred into her cellphone, before finally taking a calculated step into view. Her eyes lingered on John’s until he would spot her. 

Well… when he wasn’t getting the cap back, he just took another swig from the bottle, holding it in his hand while it was open. His first reaction was to tell her he’d drive. His car was his and his alone, one of the last securities he had left in this town. He wasn’t going to give that up. Until he noticed he had to concentrate while he was walking to make sure he wouldn’t crash into the walls or the other people walking in the streets. Crashing his car would fit the time he was having now, but he wasn’t willing to give it up. “Fine.”, he grumbled. “You’re driving…” He dug in his pocket for the key, putting it in her outstretched hand, before frowning and wrecking his brain where he had parked the thing.

“Next street on the left. I believe. I kind of forgot, to be honest.”

Katherine’s smirk fell from her lips as she turned to face Damon again. Her stare flickered between his drooping eyelids and the bottle of liquor she’d provided. The way he cradled it made it look as if Damon had somehow welded his palm to the glass. Which part of his near death experience was driving him to drink himself stupid? As tempting as it was to press him, Katherine knew better than to ask outright. So she turned back towards the possible direction of his car.  

   Sometime after her second attempt at activating the car’s alarm system, Katherine caught the musical sounds of Damon’s four-door blaring right around the curb. She lifted her finger off the alarm button, and turned left. “Looks like you aren’t drunk enough, Damon.” She purred sarcastically, before rounding the car and pulling open the driver’s door.

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“who are you? …death?”

Stiles stared at Katherine, who shot him a smirk and he didn’t understand what the hell the brunette was up to. He swallowed and glanced over at his Dad, who seemed to be under a spell. He looked completely out of it. The look on his face, puzzled as he stared at Stiles, made him frown and shake his head as he stood a step back, continuing to keep his arms over his chest. At least he didn’t seem hurt. He didn’t look like he was bleeding nor did he look like he had any wounds, which meant that Katherine hadn’t done anything to him. So, that was good. We made a meeting, remember? To go over your options for college. 

What on Earth was Katherine up to? Wait, did I get the date wrong? Stiles pressed his lips into a thin line. If there was one thing that Stiles knew, it was that Katherine was not his school counselor. He had an old man, who was missing a tooth and who didn’t know how to smile. He definitely didn’t look like Katherine, that’s for sure. I could have sworn it was today. I wrote it down somewhere – Stiles watched as she lifted her bag onto the table before she began to look through it and he knew it was all just a game. A show for his Dad. I’m uh, sure Stiles can do today, right? He swallowed and watched as his Dad moved over to where he stood, putting his hand on top of his shoulder and giving him a gentle pat on the back. Stiles kept his eyes on his Dad the whole time and didn’t really say a hell of a lot, but then, his Dad spoke, which made Stiles frown. He’ll do it.

He narrowed his brown eyes and turned to look at Katherine, who placed her purse back down and smiled at her Dad, which made Stiles close his fists tightly against the side of his waist. I’ll let you two get started. The young male cleared his throat and frowned as his Dad began to move out of the room, letting the two of them have some privacy. He had seen the smugness on her face and Stiles was fuming. We’ve got so much to talk about. Stiles kept his eyes on his Dad, and as soon as he left the room, he turned around and quickly moved over to where Katherine stood, placing his hands down on the table as he stared the female down. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Huh? You keep your hands off my Dad, or I swear to God Katherine, I’ll ––,” Stiles spoke in a threatening tone of voice as he kept his eyes narrowed at her. His heart was pounding against his chest and he tried to calm himself down but it was getting more difficult. “This was never part of any deal you and I have had, alright? I never said you were allowed to get near my Dad. And whatever you’re doing to him, stop!” He had read up a little bit about what vampires could do, the whole compelling ordeal and it was obvious that it was something she had done to him. “Stop messing with his head.” 

   As Stiles advanced on her, Katherine stood from her seat and picked her mug up off the table. “Breathe, Stiles.” She cooed the moment he paused. This was a new side to him. She knew he was a bit jittery, but the more time she spent with Stiles the more she noticed his constant anxious nature. That’s what you get when you surround yourself with werewolves and vampires. 

  “This was never part of any deal you and I have had, alright? I never said you were allowed to get near my Dad. And whatever you’re doing to him, stop!” Katherine made her way over to his father’s coffee maker and poured herself a refill, eyes lifting back up at him as Stiles got whatever threats he had out of his system. Another thing she was getting used to, clarifying.

   “I haven’t done anything to your father, Stiles.”

“Yes, it’s been hard on them, but…” He trailed off. But what? “They’re sticking together, and you know, sometimes that’s the best you can—” He broke off as his phone started ringing, and narrowed his eyes at the screen. If she had anything to do with Jenna’s death… 

“Would you excuse me just a moment, family lawyer,” he said, wincing as if he was sorry. As wary as he was to be accepting a call from Katherine Pierce at the moment, the interruption was a bit of a relief. He must’ve repeated the same script a thousand times by now. 

“Wha—” He broke of as she spoke, turning around as if he’d be able to spot her in the crowd. It seemed like all of St. Aloysius had shown up for the service, and of course, wherever she was, she wasn’t sticking out. “You’re here? Is now really the best time?” He hissed. 

Katherine smirked at the way John turned on his heel, eyes chasing the room for a tall brunette identical to the one sniffling around the corner. He was hardly so edgy under sedation. Still peering down at him from where she sat from the second floor, Katherine tilted her head, reclining it lazily against her phone. “Your eyes were glazing over, John.” She cooed innocently, sharp nails chipping at the splintered edge of the pew in front of her. “I’m merely doing my part as a citizen, here to support the Gilbert family, which...”

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His body tensed as she edged closer, and Quentin couldn’t tell what he hated more; his own visceral reaction to this invasion of his space, or the fact that the vampire seemed to know exactly the effect she was having on him.

“Well I’m different, y’see. I like ‘em… Rules, that is.” He told her gruffly, lying through his teeth. Since when did he count as anything remotely close to law-abiding?… But if it meant keeping his ass out of trouble, he’d damn well cherry-pick his rules. “Never been one of those ‘yolo’ types.” Quentin added, clearing his throat as he debated whether it was high time he drag his gaze off of her, or whether the she-vamp would consider that a victory. Whatever Katherine Pierce already held over him, he didn’t want to give her that. “Which means if the answer’s ‘no’ then y’ain’t gonna get much outta me either.” The man trailed off as she tilted her head up until her face was mere centimeters away from his own. His eyes dropped instinctively to her mouth, muscles all but locking in place. He didn’t move.

… He’d stolen many things in his life, but a kiss wasn’t one of them.

   As unconvincing as his speech was at the start, suggesting he may just be indifferent to what she offered sent a quiet sort of motivation thrumming through her. Katherine hadn’t survived five hundred years driven by a thirst to prove herself, she definitely hadn’t survived by making compromises... But in the way that  c h a l l e n g e s  made up the sum of her lifetimes, so did besting them, until the latter was nothing short of natural instinct, a reflex; want harder, when just wanting isn’t enough. 

Stiles had been out, getting a pair of new headphones ( as well as some other stuff ) when his Dad had sent him a text and asked him if he was coming home anytime soon. That had of course surprised Stiles, seeing as his Dad never really texted him, unless something was up. Something bad. So, he quickly texted his Dad back, telling him that he would be back in thirty-forty minutes or so. Here you go. Lifting his gaze, the young, dark-haired male smiled softly at the man in front of him, standing on the other side of the desk. “Thank you,” Stiles said and grabbed the plastic bag, before making his way out of the store and towards the parking lot, where he had left his car behind twenty minutes ago. What on Earth was it that his Dad wanted him home for? Was something wrong? Had something happened to him at work? Was he having trouble with some of the managers again? Had they noticed how his breath would sometime smell like alcohol? He shook his head and as soon as he got to the jeep, he quickly climbed inside of the vehicle, closing the door behind him.

Of course he was running late, but in his defense, it wasn’t because of him for once. The road back home were undergoing some developments, so it was getting closer to forty-forty five minutes instead of the usual thirty-thirty five that it took to get back home. Approaching the house, Stiles parked in front of the garage, jumped outside with his newly bought stuff in his hands before he walked over to the front door. Opening the door, he entered the hallway and quickly got out of his shoes while leaving his things on the bench they had there. “Dad! I’m home! What on Earth was so important that I had to rush home, huh?” he questioned as he walked into the kitchen, but the sight that had met him had almost knocked him over. “K-Katherine? What are you – what are you doing here?” Stiles asked and narrowed his brown eyes a little, analyzing the scene happening in front of him. Noticing the drinks that they had in their hands, and obviously shared, and the stupid grin his Dad had on his face made him roll his eyes. Stiles. Come sit. Your Dad was just telling me a little more about you. 

Stiles let an awkward huff leave his lips while he crossed his arms over his chest. What on Earth was Katherine doing in his kitchen? Talking to his Dad? Obviously she had some sort of ulterior motive. That had to be it, right? After-all, Katherine didn’t seem like the type of person who just showed up at people’s houses for a little chat. He walked over to the table, grabbing the back of the chair, leaning his hands down against the frame while he looked at Katherine the whole time. Mouthing at her, “what do you think you’re doing?” Stiles blinked and turned to look at his Dad, who looked like a fourteen year old boy in love. Katherine was pretty and it was obvious that his Dad thought so too.

   Katherine shot Stiles a subtle smirk, refraining from playing a game of charades in front of his father. Mr. Stillinski narrowly missed the puzzled look on his son’s face, and though it was a good thing that Stiles’ initial reaction to her dropping by hadn’t been to expose her, she knew for act to work, she’d have to take the reigns. Even if Stiles did agree to play along with her, there was no sure way of telling whether or not he’d back out of her pretend somewhere down the line, or wind up ensuring that his dad would stick around while she tried to play catch up. And though compulsion was always handy, Katherine mostly used it for insurance. 

“We made a meeting, remember? To go over your options for college.” She hinted, her tone lacking in it’s usual smokiness. But before Stiles could back out or play along, Katherine piggybacked on his confusion. “Wait, did I get the date wrong?” She asked, before lifting her bag off the side of the dining chair and rummaging through it as if looking for a planner, or a phone. “I could have sworn it was today. I wrote it down somewhere--” 

“I’m uh, sure Stiles can do today, right?” His father interrupted then. Katherine lifted her gaze from her purse and watched as the older man moved to stand beside his son. “I mean, y’came all this way, Kathie.” With a pat on Stiles’ back, Mr. Stillinski muttered the three words she had been counting on. “He’ll do it.”

Katherine placed her purse back on the end of the chair and smiled gratefully at the man who had eaten right off the palm of her hand. “Great.” She smiled. “I’ll let you two get started.”

“—John Alden, I’m a friend of the family’s.” He said, shaking the next person in line’s hand. He’d said it so many times by this point it hardly felt awkward anymore. “Thank you for coming, it means a lot to the kids. Very nice to meet you, Elena and Jeremy are right— yep, just around the corner.” He grimaced and resisted checking his watch. He was pretty sure they still had about an hour left of the memorial. He was doing his best to play host, directing people where to go, thanking them for their thoughts and prayers, but it was hard when he hardly knew any of these people. He wasn’t a part of this family, no matter how they split it. Still, it was what he could do. 

“Hi, thank you so much for coming,” he said again, shaking the next hand in line. 

“—John Alden, I’m a friend of the family’s.” Katherine listened, disinterested. Another advocate for the Gilbert family...Elena really burnt through parental figures, didn’t she? As she looked between John and the coffin at the altar, Katherine wondered if her newest ally might already be compromised. Perfect Elena wouldn’t hesitate to drop a few bombs on him about her past with the Gilbert Family, and digging herself out of that hole was an entirely different game plan.

Though, the hunter did look miserable. Maybe she could provide a little excitement. Peering over the balcony, Katherine pulled her phone out of her purse and rang the number she’d tracked down a few days before their first rendezvous at the hospital. Once John picked up the phone, Katherine made herself comfortable, crossing her legs and reclining against the pew she was well concealed in.