Later, after the seniors had gone into the library for Senior Scribe, Kara and Liam walked home, hand in hand. She planned to sleep at his house, and if her brother didn't like that, well, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The blue-eyed boy smiled warmly at her and, as they walked, spun her around like they were waltzing. She wasn't one to like gushy or romantic gestures, but with Liam, she couldn't help but love it. They ascended the steps of his house and went through the front door as quietly as possible. She followed him up the stairs and to his bedroom, where he led her to the bed.

She sat down next to him and leaned in close, until their lips were nearly touching. "Do you know how much I missed you?" She breathed. He smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I mean, six months without you- I thought about you every single day. Jesus Christ, I never realized how much I needed you." She continued. He bit his lip, inching forward.

Then, he kissed her, and it felt as if the world tipped upside down. She fisted his t-shirt tightly and pulled him closer, so she fell back on the bed and he hovered over her. He was delicate with her, cupping her jaw carefully. Their lips moved in sync, at first gentle and slow, but it soon turned into a sloppy kiss. He rested both of his forearms on either side of her head and placed his legs on either side of her hips.

"Liam," she sighed, when his mouth traveled to her neck. He kissed the hollow of her throat, and, much to her disappointment, she felt her fangs slide out and her eyes burn. She needed more blood, and she knew it.

His hands moved to the button of her shorts, giving her no choice but to push him away. She scooted to the head of his bed, where she was at a safe distance from him and wouldn't want to kill him. He took in the black veins under her eyes and the fangs poking into her bottom lip.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" He asked quietly. She nodded, ashamed. She got up, moving towards the door, but he caught her wrist. "Wait. Why don't you- do you want to..." He trailed off and motioned to his neck. Her eyes widened. "No! I couldn't ask you to do that. Besides, I'll hurt you." She refused. He rolled his eyes. To her surprise, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a muscular torso that made her mouth water for a different reason.

He stepped closer to her. "How many times do I have to tell you that I trust you, Kara? You'll be able to stop." He stated, confident. She shook her head furiously, holding her hands out in front of her to stop him from getting nearer. Her actions were proven futile, however, because he backed her into the wall and tilted his head, so his arteries were open for her.

Her lips parted and her fangs made their appearance again, just out of hunger for his blood. He smelled so delectible to her, more so than anyone she'd ever fed off of. Before she got too lustful, her eyes flicked up to meet his.

"Are you sure?" She asked. He nodded without hesitation, reaching down to grab both her hands in his. "I trust you," he repeated. She inhaled sharply and slowly leaned in.

Her mouth neared his neck, and she could almost feel his blood pumping under his skin. She forced herself to pause and back him up until he was forced to sit down on the bed; the tiny brunette climbed on his lap for a better angle.

She lazily kissed up and down his throat in the place where she would bite him. He shivered and slid his hands along her bare thighs, giving her goosebumps. Then, she wove her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and sunk her teeth into him.

Liam's reaction was dulled as his hot blood flowed into her mouth. She felt herself losing her hold on her humanity, on her self control. She knew the limit on how much blood a person could lose without dying, and she knew she was getting closer to it by the second, but she couldn't bring herself to stop.

Meanwhile, he tried not to tell her to stop, knowing she needed this, but it was hurting him, and he was getting dizzy. He attempted to pull her away from him, although her grip was too strong.

"Kar," he choked. She gave no reaction. "Kara, stop." He added. She paused momentarily, then went right back to drinking him dry. He dug his fingers into her thighs, frustrated.

Finally, he tried his last resort.

"Kara, I love you!" He yelled. She stiffened above him, and her grip on his shoulders slackened. She drew back, mouth and chin covered in blood. His blood. Her lower lip trembled, and suddenly, she was sobbing. She slumped into him, crying into his bare shoulder. 

"I almost killed you." She hiccupped. He stroked her long, dark hair, ignoring how his hands shook with fear and exhaustion and blood loss. 

"But you didn't. I'm okay. You stopped." He reassured her. She took a shaking breath and lifted herself off of the bed.

She extended a hand out to him, which he took, and brought him into the bathroom attached to his bedroom. She rooted through the cabinets like she owned the place until she found a washcloth and stuck it under the faucet to wet it. She motioned for him to sit on the countertop, and she stood in front of him, between his legs.

The cloth was warm as she gently rubbed it over his neck, where two puncture wounds were already healing but a lot of leftover blood still remained. She was silent and emotionless, her soft touch reminding him that she wasn't a robot.

When the blood was gone from his skin, she set the washcloth on the countertop, surprised when he hopped down and lifted her, putting her in his place. She flinched when the cloth, now cold, made contact with her face. He held her hand, despite it being limp and unresponsive, as he returned the favor of cleaning her up.

After what felt like years, she broke her silence. "Did you mean it?" She asked, almost whispering, against the washcloth. He avoided her gaze. "Yeah, I think I did." He responded. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut to keep herself from crying again. "I'm sorry," she murmured. He furrowed his eyebrows, setting the cloth down. "Why are you sorry?" He questioned.

"Because I don't love you." She replied shortly. He sighed and pulled her into his arms, where she rested her head on his firm chest. "I didn't tell you to hear it back, Kar. I told you so you'd know." He declared, making her smile a little bit and nuzzle her head into his shirt even more.

He pulled her down from the counter and led her back into the bedroom. He rooted through his drawer for a moment before tossing a big t-shirt at her. "I figured you might want something to sleep in." He explained. She smiled awkwardly. "Thanks," she muttered. "Now turn around." She ordered. He chuckled and crossed his arms.

"What if I want to see you change?" He retorted, making his way over to her. She quirked an eyebrow. "Do you?" The girl demanded. Her arms were crossed, too. He looked down at her, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Hell yeah," he murmured. She smirked.

Unexpectedly, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, leaving her in her bra and shorts. His jaw unhinged as he took in the sight, noticing the pale, puckered pink scar that he knew in the back of his mind was from the sword that had skewered her last March, and had never healed completely. He wondered if it hurt her, still, to this day.

Then, suddenly, the door to his bedroom flew open, revealing his step-father. She yelped, flung herself behind Liam, and struggled to pull her shirt back on. The boy did the best he could to cover her up.

"Hello, Kara." Doctor Geyer greeted awkwardly. While she was accidentally putting her arm through the head-hole, she peeked around Liam's shoulder and attempted to smile, yet it probably looked like a grimace. "Hi, Mister Geyer," she said, voice cracking. She finally sorted out the shirt situation and cleared her throat.

"Liam, can I see you in the hallway for a second?" The man suggested. Liam nodded and followed after him, out of the room.

Despite the distance between them, she could hear every word of the conversation: "I hope you're using protection," Doctor Geyer warned. She held back a snort, feeling her cheeks heat up with what surely was a horrible blush. Liam seemed to stammer a bit. "No, dad, um, we're not-" He was cut off by the doctor. "I see how you look at her and how she looks at you, Liam. Just don't get her pregnant. I don't need the sheriff on my ass." The man concluded, and she heard his footsteps retreat down the hallway.

Kara's eyes widened when she realized that Liam would be coming back in any second, so she all but launched herself onto the bed. She landed on her stomach and quickly pulled her phone out of her back pocket, pretending to be interested in it as not to look like she was eavesdropping.

The door opened again, and she felt him flop halfway on top of her. He nestled his head into the crook of her neck and tangled their legs together. She turned her head to the side slightly and pecked him on the lips, smiling softly.

"Hey," she whispered. He slung an arm around her waist. "Hi," he replied. "So, what did your dad want?" She asked in what she hoped was a nonchalant tone. Liam chuckled quietly. "He told me not to get you pregnant." He laughed, rolling onto his back. She copied him and giggled.

She happened to glance over at the alarm clock he kept on his nightstand and groaned when she saw the time: almost two in the morning. "I gotta go," she announced. He pouted playfully before sitting up and pulling her with him. He practically dragged her out of the house and, once they were outside, pressed his lips lightly to hers on the front porch.

"I'm glad you're back, Kar." He told her honestly. She smiled at him. "Me too," she answered. Kara kissed him one last time before stepping off the porch.

"Hey, Kar?" He called after her. She turned in his direction. "I love you," he shouted. She saw the hope in his eyes and was sad to have to extinguish it.

"I know."

—

The next morning, Kara and Stiles stood around their father's desk, informing him about Theo Raeken and their suspicions of him.

"I know his family left town around the time Theo was nine or ten. His older sister died in an accident when he was eight." Stiles stated. The sheriff sighed heavily and narrowed his eyes at his children. "Please go to school." He begged. Kara stood from her perch on the desk.

"Dad, this kid is a werewolf!" She exclaimed. He looked at her pointedly. "You're a werewolf. Stiles's best friend is a werewolf, and his girlfriend is a were-coyote. I still don't know what Kira's supposed to be. When the flying monkeys come soaring through the station, you'll have my undivided attention." He retorted. "Until then, just go to school."

Her brother furrowed his eyebrows and studied the man. "What did you do?" Stiles asked. She slapped him on the arm. "What do you mean, what did you do?" She demanded. In all honesty, she didn't get much sleep after going home, since she was so caught up in her own thoughts.

"There's something different about you." Stiles hypothesized. Their father huffed. "For the love of God, just go to school!" He exclaimed. He grabbed her by the strap of her backpack and began dragging her towards the door. "I will if you promise to do a full background check on the Raekens!" She bartered. He just rolled his eyes. "No! This isn't a negotiation, Kara. You're fifteen, not an adult." He snapped, making her freeze.

"I'm sixteen, Dad." She whispered, offended. How could her own father - biological or not - forget her birthday?

The man's eyes widened. "Ah, hell, kiddo. I'm sorry. Tell you what: tonight, I'll take you out to dinner. Anywhere you want." He offered. She shook her head slowly. "Don't bother," she muttered, then stormed out of the station, leaving her family in the dust.

—

The first thing she did when she got to school was go searching for Gwen. The brunette hadn't seen her in six months, and she needed a dose of normalcy after all the supernatural happenings in the last twenty four hours.

Kara spotted the familiar blonde head standing very close to a slightly taller girl with dark brown hair. As she neared, she saw the girl lean in, kiss Gwen quickly on the mouth, and run off in the opposite direction.

"Damn, who was that?" the hybrid remarked as she approached Gwen. The human whirled around at the sound of her voice, a grin on her face, and leaped to hug her. "Kara!" She squealed. The girl in mention giggled and reciprocated the embrace of her best friend. "I missed you, bitch!" Gwen cried. Kara grinned and heaved her bag higher on her shoulder.

"So, who was that, G?" Teased the brunette. The human girl blushed fiercely, cheeks a scarlet red. "Hayden Romero," she replied shortly. Kara raised her eyebrows in a way that said, go on. "She's my girlfriend. Since May, I think." Continued Gwen.

The younger Stilinski's face lit up. "Oh my god, you got a girlfriend! I'm so happy for you." She exclaimed, hugging her again. Now it was Gwen's turn to tease:

"What about you and Dunbar? Did he finally ask you out?" She asked. Kara's smile fell and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"No, he didn't. Why would he?" She questioned, confusion evident on her pretty face.

Her best friend smirked, chuckling, and elbowed the girl in the ribs. "Are you kidding me?" Gwen exclaimed. "All Liam talked about for the past six months was how much he liked you. He drove all of us insane, coming over all the time to ask if you'd called us instead of him- which you did." She stated. The hybrid clenched her jaw and gnawed on her bottom lip.

"Stiles never told me," she muttered, now even more conflicted about brushing Liam off the night before.

The blonde's smirk turned into a sad smile, and she grabbed Kara's hand. "So, why'd you run away- in the middle of the night, I might add -in the first place? Your brother said you went to find your biological parents, but if that's true, why'd you take so long to come back?" She asked.

Kara forced a grin, put off by her friend's questioning, and laughed uncomfortably. "I just missed home, that's all." She half-lied.

In truth, ridding herself of her mother's control took longer than she'd expected, and understanding her newfound hybrid powers took even longer. By the time she had gained enough control to return to Beacon Hills, six months had passed, and the world back home had changed without her.

Shrugging, Gwen linked her arm with hers, and led her away from the locker bank. "Come on, we'll be late for first period." She chirped.

"Wait," the brunette blurted. "How do you know my schedule?" The human girl rolled her eyes.

"Stiles sent it to me when he got it in the mail." She explained. She then dragged Kara into Mister Yukimora's classroom and took a seat next to Hayden, who was sitting, quite unhappily, it looked like, next to Liam.

Kara stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the only empty chair on the other side of Liam

"Miss Stilinski," Mister Yukimora called from the board as she still remained standing. She glanced from the open desk to the teacher, then to the boy every fiber of her being was drawn to.

"Are you going to sit down, Kara?" The man called. She swallowed and looked back at him, smiling weakly.

She squeaked, "Do I have to?" He just sent her a stony look and pointed to the desk. Both gestures said, Sit down and shut up. She complied and sunk into the chair, but kept herself perched on the very edge of the seat.

"Today," he began. "We'll be doing a bit of research for a family history project." At his words, Kara tried not to let out a crude snort; her family history was, in a word, complicated. Her father was over a thousand years old, as were his siblings, and their lives were riddled with more supernatural drama than even she could comprehend.

She raised her hand and rested her chin on the other. "Um, I'm adopted. What do I do?" She asked, mostly to be a pain in the ass.

"You can research your adopted family or your biological family. I know you took a trip to find the latter this summer, Miss Stilinski, so you should have no trouble either way." He retorted with a sarcastic smile. She huffed, rolling her silvery eyes. "Now, partner up. You'll be working in pairs today." He concluded.

The man spread his hands, as if telling them to go. In an instant, students were moving desks, and Kara looked to Gwen pleasingly. To her dismay, the blonde was already working with Hayden.

Kara felt a hand tap her shoulder as she slumped in defeat. She peeked her head above her crossed arms, seeing Liam staring at her hopefully. He put his hand up in a half-wave.

"Want to work together?" He asked, blue eyes sparkling. Before she could answer, he scooted his desk closed to hers, an action that created a shrill screeching sound.

She winced and resorted to her usual sarcasm and harshness instead of dealing with his confession from the night before. "Don't have much of a choice, do I?" She remarked, a scowl etched on her features. His smile fell immediately.

"So we're back to where we started, huh?" He muttered dejectedly. He sounded so heartbroken in that moment that she couldn't breathe. She felt suddenly claustrophobic.

Her hand was in the air as she shot up from her seat. "I can't do this right now," she stated, practically running out of the room. She headed for her old safe-haven, where she'd go when she was panicking in the middle of class. She threw herself down in an old, usually abandoned stairwell near the locker rooms. She plopped down on the bottom step.

She heard footsteps approach as she struggled to get air. The person didn't smell like Liam, though, so she didn't attempt to flee.

"Kara?" Stiles's voice called. She glanced up, hyperventilating, and saw that it was, in fact, her brother. He darted towards her and knelt in front of her. "Hey, what's wrong?" He demanded.

The world seemed to spin. "I think I'm having a panic attack." She wheezed. Her hands gripped his, chest rising and falling rapidly. She felt scared and overwhelmed, from both the stress of being away from her father and the stress of dealing with Liam's emotions paired with her own.

"Call Klaus," she ordered; things like this, where she'd lose the ability to control her breathing, happened often in New Orleans, after she'd been turned, and her father always knew exactly what to do.

Stunned, Stiles exclaimed, "Why the hell would I call him? He's a thousand miles away!"

Kara shook her head. "No he's not. He's in town." She said in a rushed tone, pausing to cough. It turned into a rattling hack that shook in her chest, and she choked on what seemed to be nothing. Suddenly, though, she coughed up blood. "Call him!" She cried, as blood splattered onto her shoes.

Following her orders, he pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and pressed her father's contact. Two rings and a short click later, his voice was broadcasted through the speaker:

"Karina, darling, aren't you supposed to be in class?" He chuckled, not hearing her struggle for breath.

"It's Stiles. How fast can you get to the school?" The boy panicked and tried to keep her upright as she shuddered and hacked up even more blood; it was now much worse than a simple panic attack, and both siblings knew it.

The man replied, "I'm on my way," before the line went dead. Stiles found it reassuring that her father didn't hesitate when he thought his child could be in danger.

Less than a minute later, thanks to his speed, Klaus burst into the stairwell, taking in the pale, coughing girl and the blood that seemed to soak into her sweater.

Kara looked up at him and ushered him closer. "Do it," she managed, motioning wildly with her hands. Her brother was lost in translation as he watched the exchange hopelessly.

Klaus nodded and reached out. His hands clamped on either side of her head, while she squeezed her eyes shut. Suddenly, before Stiles could stop him, he snapped her neck.

YO FAM I GOT A NEW BRA

ITS LIKE CODY CHRISTIAN HIMSELF IS HOLDING MY BOOBS GOD BLESS

anyway this chapter is rlly long and I love Kara and klaus' relationship they're parent/child goals 

love y'all!!

-hales xoxo