random starter because i can: @seductivexkittenā
It had been a daunting task, yet Stiles had literally searched through hours and hours of web pages and police reports. Nearly forty-eight hours without sleep was beginning to tax on him, dark circles had begun to form beneath his eyes. Energy drinks littered his bedroom, the printer had needed some new ink at some point during all of his research. Luckily for Stiles, heād always had a backup for such an occasion. Never did he think heād be helping the evil doppelganger, knowing she was manipulative, spiteful and could quite literally break his spine in two within the blink of an eye. That last worry very real as his Jeep trudged onward through the quaint town of Mystic Falls, parking outside the mansion where Katherine Pierce had decided to reside, for now. There was only one reason Stiles was helping her and that was because sheād promised that sheād leave his friends alone, specifically Elena and Caroline. The latter more on the front of his mind because Katherine had already buried the blonde alive in the cemetery just for fun. Sighing heavily, he took a long hard stare at the residence, knowing Katherine had probably killed and discarded the actual tenants who had lived there. Mieczyslaw wouldnāt have put it past her. Reaching for the folder of files heād collected, he hopped out of Roscoe and headed for the front door. Normally, Stiles wouldāve knocked, wouldāve been polite. However, it was Katherine, he didnāt need to pretend to care and instead, strolled inside on his own accord. Finding the woman in the lavish living room, vast windows pried open to admire the surrounding trees and lush view outside the home, sunlight spilled across her form where she sat.Ā āIāve found him. Iāve found Klaus.ā Stiles tossed the folder onto the coffee table with a flick of his wrist, allowing her the information sheād so desperately sought.Ā āIt wasnāt easy and Iām pretty certain that my lack of sleep has made me somewhat delirious, but the same patterns are there. And, Iām pretty sure his next stop is Mystic Falls.ā The brunette had tracked the bloody crime scenes, bodies ripped apart limb by limb. Heād made sure the photos in each scene matched the exact same pattern between cases.Ā āAnd yeah, Stefanās still out there with him. Ripper and all, having a fricken party, Iām assuming.ā The Salvatore had gone on another binge, befriending the Original in the process before scattering bodies up and down the coast.
