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We were all crowded in the Stilinski's living room. John looked like he wanted to punch someone in the face and I had an inkling of who that someone might be.

"So, you're telling me that one of my deputies tried to kill Parrish, because of that stupid bounty on his head?!" He seethed. We all nodded, mutely, around him. He took a deep breath, but his scowl remained firmly in place.

"I don't understand. Someone's trying to kill me because they think I'm psychic, like Lydia?" Parrish guessed. Lydia and I shared a collective sigh.

"I'm not psychic and we don't think that you are either." Lydia told him, somewhat delicately.

"Then what are you? More importantly, what am I? Does this have to do with all of the weird things that keep happening around Beacon Hills?" Parrish asked us. Before we could answer him, a knock sounded from the door. John got up and answered it and Kira and her mom stepped inside.

"We should talk." Kira said, gesturing to Parrish. Her mother nodded. Jackson scratched the back of his neck, like he wasn't sure what he should do. Stiles grabbed my hand and led me to the stairs.

"We'll let you guys talk." Stiles excused us and left them to break the news to Parrish. If anyone can explain what a kitsune is and what they do, it's Kira and her mom. I think the subject just hits a little too close to home, for Stiles. I know if anyone can help explain it well, it's Lydia.

I followed Stiles to his room and threw myself onto his bed. He laughed and shut his door, before he joined me. I kicked off my shoes and kicked them to the floor, before cuddling up next to him. He put his arms around me and I closed my eyes. He touched his lips to my forehead and kissed my temple. I sighed in contentment. This is nice.

"How do you think Parrish will take it?" I asked him, not really wanting to talk about what was happening, but unable to stop myself.

"I think he'll take it better than Scott did." Stiles told me, snorting with laughter. "Parrish is the kind of guy that accepts things, because he has to. I think a lot of it has to do with him being a war veteran." He admitted. I nodded against him.

"Yeah, I can see that."

"Do you really think he's a kitsune?" He asked me, softly. I shrugged.

"We'll know after tonight." I replied. "So… if Dean was right about Crowley's motive… if they were able to kill Abaddon, do you think the dead-pool would disappear?"

"No," Stiles breathed. He didn't even need time to process my question or to think about his answer. "Whoever is helping him has the rest of us on there for a reason. Even if it Klaus' twisted parents, the bounty is still out. Why would Crowley care about a bunch of werewolves or witches?" He thought aloud. I bit my lip and sighed.

"I don't like it. It just feels like there's something we don't know. You know? I thought it was the whole Crowley thing, but it feels like it's more than that. I have this feeling like, when everything is over, we're going to find out something massive and I'm not sure what it will mean for all of us."

"Now who's psychic?" He asked me. I laughed.

"Duh, clearly me." I teased him.

"Did you have fun tonight? I mean, on our date, before everything went to hell?" He asked me. I nodded.

"Of course I did. I was with you and it was perfect, Stiles. Just perfect." I promised, before kissing him. He cupped my face, gently, and moved on top of me. I gasped and couldn't help but admire how hot a dominant Stiles was.

"Whatever happens… Bonnie, I don't want this to stop." He breathed.

"Almost wrestling in your bed?" I teased. He smirked and shook his head. He licked his bottom lip and kissed me.

"This, us, I don't want to lose that." He rephrased.

"I don't either." I whispered, as I pulled him closer.

"Good. Yeah. That's… good. We agree then, which is great, because I really, really like seeing you like this. And dating you. I like that, too. Wow. That sounded wrong. I didn't mean… You know. It's not like I like this more than being with you. Not like with you with you. But like… you know. You're great and this is great. And you look…" He rambled nervously. I pressed my lips against his and he gripped my hips and held me closer. I groaned against his mouth, when he rolled his hips. "Beautiful." He finished.

"I like being with you, too, Stiles. And for the record, you're hot, like seriously hot." I told him, before claiming his lips in another kiss. It sizzled. I felt the heat spreading through my body. It's not like it was before. It's different – hotter.

I felt my phone start to vibrate in my back pocket. I jumped and ended up grinding on Stiles, hard. I tried to reach for it, but Stiles pinned my hands. He reached behind me and felt for my phone. He pulled away to see who was calling. He showed me the Caller ID and I saw that it was Klaus calling. I sighed and took the phone from him.

"You can ignore it." He suggested. I sighed. I didn't miss the husky tone in his voice that he gets when he's turned on.

"Yeah, and then he'll show up here and throw a tantrum, because I didn't answer." I grumbled, as I accepted the call. "What do you want Klaus?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice non-confrontational. Stiles started kissing on my neck and I glared at him. He just smiled innocently and kept up his ministrations.

"Sorry love, am I interrupting something?" Klaus asked, clearly amused. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore Stiles. He rolled his hips against mine and I had to shift away from him. He didn't let me move far.

"Yes, what do you want?" I asked him, growing increasingly frustrated.

"I've spoken with Elijah about Deaton's inquiry." He revealed. Stiles sucked on my neck, hard.

"What did he say?"

"As luck would have it, he may be right. Witches have been talking in the community in New Orleans. Esther isn't happy and she's doing everything in her power to get rid of me and my siblings, once and for all." He explained.

"Then, what about us?" I asked him.

"You brought Kol back from the dead. You and your mother were going to betray her. She wants you dead, as much as her beloved children. As for the rest of your little friends, I don't have the answers for them. If she is behind this, it's only safe to assume that Mikael is indeed close behind." He told me. Stiles maneuvered us, so I was straddling his lap and he kept peppering kisses on my neck to my collar bone. He gripped my ass and let me feel how hard he was getting, against me.

"Klaus, do you think that she's doing this from the other side, or do you think that she's found a way to come back?" I pressed.

"With the way that things have been going, I can only guess that she has indeed returned." He sighed.

"That changes everything. We were prepared for a lot, but we weren't prepared for her. Look, you're not safe staying on the outside. I'm going to need your word that you won't turn on us, if we let you stay in one of our homes. You're a sitting duck, Klaus. You need to be protected. If she kills you, every vampire will die that you've sired. Are your siblings protected?"

"They're protected enough. I have Elijah coming to town with a witch friend of mine. She can help."

"Okay. Look. Call Deaton and explain everything. He and Derek will figure out a place for you to stay. I know you're an Original, but you shouldn't be staying alone." I told him. I tried to shake off the worry and dread that were knotting themselves in my stomach, with no avail.

"I didn't know you cared, sweetheart." He replied, smugly.

"If you die, then a lot of people I care about die, too. Despite what you've done, I can't just sit back and watch you die, Klaus. Don't make me regret wanting to help you, Klaus. I swear to goddess that I will make you wish that you could die, if you do. Do you understand me?" I threatened him. He fell silent and Stiles stilled.

"You're crystal clear, love. I'll let you know what's decided. At least now we know who we are dealing with and their weaknesses."

"And what would those be?"

"My siblings and I of course," he hung up the phone.

"You heard everything." I breathed, focusing on Stiles. He nodded. "They're still dealing with Parrish downstairs. Klaus is telling Deaton and Derek. They'll tell Scott. There's nothing we can really be doing. I'll see what spells I can find, when his witch friend comes into town. This isn't going to be like last time. There's a lot at stake, but I'm not going to sacrifice myself or any of you."

"You won't have to." Stiles told me. He leaned in and kissed me. We resumed what we started, before Klaus interrupted us. Stiles nibbled on my neck and took off my shirt. I slid my hands under his shirt and traced his abs with my fingers. He groaned when I touched his happy trail. He slammed his lips to mine and I raked my nails down his back.

"Bonnie, can we borrow you for a minute?!" Lydia asked from outside the bedroom door. I groaned and moved my mouth from Stiles. Why do we always get interrupted? Stiles started sucking on my earlobe and caught it in between his teeth. I let out a low moan and Lydia knocked, before opening the door. I glanced over at her, but Stiles didn't show any signs of talking.

"We're busy." Stiles grunted out. I nodded in agreement. Lydia tilted her head to the side and looked at me expectantly. I sighed and untangled myself from Stiles. I tried to catch my breath and not focus on how good he looks sans shirt.

"I hate to interrupt your fun, but I promise to give you back." She told me. I nodded and dragged myself off of his bed. I looked around for my shirt. I couldn't find it, so I stole Stiles'. I buttoned it up and Lydia waited impatiently.

"Candles, huh? Classy." She breathed. I looked at her in confusion and she gestured to the two candles on Stiles' dresser. I opened and closed my mouth.

"We didn't light those." Stiles told her.

"He's right." I agreed. The heat we were feeling earlier… Did we do that? "Unless…"

"You think that the magic bond you have did that?" Lydia asked. I shrugged.

"Weirder things have happened." I mused.

"Whoa." Stiles breathed.

"Interesting."