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"What are we going to do now?", I asked Stiles impatiently as he was still eating his burger and fries we bought.

"I'm still eating Jolene", he answered with his mouthful, making me giggle.

"Hurry up", I cried and stood up to move towards the window. The sun was low because it was sunset already and the whole room was filled with orange beautiful sunlight.

I held my hand up an watched the sunlight hitting my skin. It didn't burn a single bit. I still remembered the pain I've felt, when I first turned and wanted to escape from Klaus house. I would've died again and burned in the sun if he didn't caught me.

"What are you looking at?", Stiles whispered as he walked up to me from behind after he curiously watched what I was doing.

"It's beautiful isn't it?", I asked and spun around to look him in his face,"Being human".

"What?!", Stiles laughed as if I was telling a joke, but I was serious. He tilted his head to the side obviously thinking about my question.

"I guess it depends", he answered,"I always hate it to be human, when I see how strong Scott and even little Liam is. Sometimes I just feel-".

He didn't know what to say, so I finished his sentence:"Useless?".

"Yeah", Stiles agreed with a low and quiet voice, while his eyes are staring at mine.

"I can totally understand", I answered,"But sometimes I wish I would be human and just live a normal life".

"Why? I mean you have everything. I don't think there was a time where you were useless, Jolene", Stiles snapped back, completely confused.

"Keeping up the façade is hard you know?", I whispered and lowered my gaze,"Being a vampire I feel everything so much stronger than a normal human or nothing at all. It bothers me so much, because if I think about the life I could've had as a human, if I would've lived in Beacon hills from the start-".

"Then what, Jolene?", he breathed as his hand touched my cheek to make me look at him again.

"I guess I wouldn't be this destroyed at such a young age", I answered. It was though for me to look at him. Of course Stiles would never understand my desire to be human, to be normal, because that was his whole life has been like till now.

But he hugged me anyways and whispered into my ear:"You aren't destroyed. Don't say that".

"But I am", I stated and pulled out of the hug.

"You're beautiful", Stiles immediately answered,"Even though you have broken pieces. They just prove that you have lived and learned".

I didn't know what to say anymore. He was right and that made me speechless. No one ever said something like this to me, no one made me ever feel that way, like Stiles did.

"Come on", Stiles giggled after our few seconds of silence as he opened the door to the terrace.

"What do you wanna do?", I chuckled and followed his lead.

"Live", he smiled,"Just like a normale human teenager".

Stiles spun me around in circles as we were dancing over the wooden floor. Both of us were laughing and giggling. It was as if we were flying. Flying so high we didn't even realize that it started to rain. Just when the smell of fresh rain was in the air I recognized it, but it didn't bother us. Not at all.

When the sunlight was fully gone Stiles twirled me in a way that I ended up hitting his chest. I looked up into his brown eyes that seemed to sparkle.

Both of us didn't know what to say. Our eye contact was so strong that I couldn't say a word. Until I eventually couldn't help it:"I meant everything that I've said last night".

"What?", he asked. But I could tell Stiles understood me perfectly, he just couldn't believe it

"You heard me Stiles", I smiled briefly and lowered my gaze staring at the wooden floor.

"I actually wanted to tell you something too", Stiles explained and I looked into his eyes again, wondering what he would say.

"I love you".

Now I was the one who couldn't believe him. His hair was dripping wet, because it was raining so hard and his shirt was stuck to his chest. But after awhile it would dry again and stop clinging onto his body. It would leave.

"Are you gonna leave?", I didn't even think about it before I had already said it.

Stiles couldn't believe me either, so he chuckled ironically:"You're already thinking about me leaving you, when I've just told you that I love you?".

"Yes", I stated and tears began to form in my eyes as I explained,"Because that's my curse. Whenever something or someone good happens to me, they leave and I am alone again, carrying the pieces of my broken heart in my hands".

"You really don't know what love is", Stiles whispered to himself and added:"It's a feeling so great that you can't get the person you love of your mind ever again. I won't leave you, Jolene. Because I wouldn't be able to, I'd rather die than leave you alone, knowing that I love you".

I lowered my gaze trying to hide the tears that formed in my eyes. Why wasn't I able to answer him, to tell him something he would want to hear. I seem to destroy every good moment I ever get in life. I hated myself, but wasn't able to change a thing. It was too late.

Stiles wasn't angry with me. He just wrapped his arms around my body and gave me a kiss on my forehead, telling me:"I'll wait until you're ready to answer me".

"You don't have to. I fucked it up already", I muffled into his chest. I could've lied to him and tell him that I loved him too, just so he wouldn't feel embarrassed, but I physically and mentally wasn't able to lie to him. Because Stiles was a great person with a kind heart and great mind. I would never risk breaking his heart too, just to comfort him with a lie.

"But I will", Stiles answered and added quietly, speaking rather to himself:"Because that's what you do if you love someone".

We stood there for a while. His comforting arms wrapped around me, protecting me from the raindrops that fell from the sky, protecting me from myself too.

"Come one let's get inside", he whispered after some time,"It's getting cold".

"What's your plan to warm up?", I asked, with a smile back on my lips after I saw Stiles quirky smile.

"Maybe we could get this chimney on", he said and bucked down to the fire place. Within seconds I pointed my finger towards it and mumbled a spell, that light up the wood inside it.

Stiles quickly stepped back, escaping the red flames. "Good thing to have a witch by your side", he chuckled.

My gaze wandered across the room that I didn't had much time to inspect till now. The soft light of the flames lit up the room in a dimmery shine. Then I spotted the turn table and had to suppress a happy cry.

"What is it?", Stiles asked after he had warmed up a little bit.

"Wanna listen to some music?", I asked and pointed to the vinyls standing next to the turn table. Stiles nodded and we looked through the collection. We eventually decided to go with a record of the 'Dirty Dancing' film music.

After the music started playing I looked over to Stiles, who was holding his hand out to me mimicking Patrick Swayze playing Jonny in the 80s culture film. I couldn't help it but laugh and dance with him again. This time we were slower and closer together than on the terrace.

When the first song was done playing, we paused the music, because somehow I started to get headaches. Stiles thought it would be because of the old turn table, but after we turned it off I was still able to hear a buzzing sound.

"I think it's gone", he said and looked over to me,"Can you still hear it buzzing?".

I nodded silently and followed the sound until I stood directly in front of a wall, making Stiles ask me with a giggle:"Are you alright?!".

"Listen", I said and pointed to the wall,"There is something behind it".

Stiles put his ear against the wall and his eyes widened. He heard it too:"What is that?".

"I would personally prefer to destroy the wall and take a look but I guess we should talk to Lydia first", I explained and Stiles agreed.

"I'll call Scott and you Lydia", he explained,"Maybe this could have a connection to the hit list".

—

Lydia didn't pick up and I was waiting impatiently for Scott to pick up Stiles call. But nothing. We eventually tried to call everyone of the pack, but they didn't answer. Something was off. At least one of the pack members had to pick up.

"What are we going to do now?", Stiles asked nervous. I took a moment to think. They would always answer their calls, only if they would be fighting no one picked up.

"We have to drive back to Beacon hills", I stated and stood up, ready to go,"There is something going on and we need to get there as soon as possible".

"What about the wall?", Stiles said quickly and followed me back to my car.

"We'll come back later", I answered,"I have a bad feeling about the pack. They're more important".

"Thank you", Stiles smiled, after we got in my car.

"What?", I asked and added, while starting the engine,"You should put your seatbelt on, Stiles". I sent him a smirk and started to drive, while he was struggling with the seatbelt, making me laugh.

"Well", he spoke up after he was safe in his seatbelt,"For turning your humanity back on. If you didn't, maybe something would hurt the pack tonight, because you didn't feel like saving them".

I would've always saved them, because they're important to you, I answered him in my head. I couldn't say it out loud, so I just told him:"You should thank Klaus".

My thoughts were all about Niklaus, while I was driving back to Beacon hills way too fast. I should really thank him someday, but then I would indirectly tell him, he did everything right. Which he definitely didn't. He made me bite Stiles. But sadly he was right that I would thank him one day for doing this.

The whole drive Stiles was completely silent. We didn't even listen to music. His racing heartbeat was all I could hear.

We arrived at Scott's house and I could hear someone shouting inside already. Stiles and I snuck our way to the front door and I silently listened. One heartbeat was all I could hear and it was a strong one. I gave Stiles a nod and opened the door, with him behind me.

All I saw and smelled was blood. Someone dead on the floor, bleeding out. A chair was thrown across the living room and shattered into pieces. A fight happened just a short while ago. And was Scott right it the pool of blood, kneeling and staring at his hands covered in the dead man's crimson.