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Stiles wasn't sure what drew him to New Orleans, maybe it was the chaos and the pain that emanated from the city. He was still part of the Nogitsune, he was also still a spark. After he was possessed, the Nogitsune and Spark bonded together. It soon became a thing of chaos magic, he could manipulate shadows, feed on chaos, feed on pain and strife. He was sure he could do other things he just wasn't sure of what yet.

A spark is a magic user that is based on pure belief, a Nogitsune is a dark kitsune who feeds off pain, chaos, and strife to feed a dark endless void. It’s a sad, chaotic species that usually ends up being killed, occasionally at times to be resurrected for revenge on others. An experience, Stiles knows quite well.

So a combination of both supernatural creatures like Stiles was an abomination to nature. As was well aware of the many experiences after witches, and many others had tried to kill him endlessly. Luckily for him, he still has his brother and his pack by his side. Deaton has helped him explore this side without becoming too dark, Deaton has become his teacher and a very good one. Scott and the pack have learned there is more than just a dark kitsune's power in Stiles.
Deaton sent Stiles to New Orleans to learn control over both of his sides on his own.

Stiles wanted to learn independence and Deaton couldn't always be around. Stiles knew this.
So when Stiles felt intense pain and chaos emanating from inside of a compound, he used his shadow abilities of the Nogitsune and blended into the walls to see if he was able to feed or not.
He was met with the faces of a sad-looking family surrounding a man on a couch turning gray.

Suddenly the faces turned to him, his eyes turned dark black, and his skin turned white. He chose to not say a word, he didn't move a muscle. He maneuvered the shadows away from him to make himself known but made no effort to move until he was sure the vampires in front of him wouldn't harm him.

They froze, The man on the couch froze, eyes turned wide. Tears run down all of their faces. The man was in so much pain Stiles was feeding from just standing here.

Stiles walked behind the couch slowly, calmly, nearly in a whisper. " May I feed on your pain, sir?" Stiles asked. His eyes are still black. He waited for an answer but he grew antsy, he was seriously hungry. The man nodded, a tear running down his cheek. The family was in shock, what was happening? What was this boy? Was it death?

Stiles put his hands on Finn's chest and black veins spread up his arms, slowly the black and running blood of the bite on Finn's neck started to fade, it started to look like a normal werewolf bite now. Stiles was siphoning the magic out of the bite, feeding on the pain spreading through Finn's body in instant relief, but the bite was not healing.

Finn wasn't sure what was happening, he was sure death was staring him in the face. A grim reaper. Then the boy put his hands on him and the pain lessened until it faded into nothing. Still, there was some but only the amount he was used to.

Stiles felt so much better, He sighed and leaned back against the wall behind him. To be completely honest, he didn't know what he did for the guy, he just knew he was hungry and this dying man was willing to feed him.

Elijah and Klaus noticed how their brother was doing better, he wasn't desiccating anymore. Nor was he healing either, The boy who arrived and fed on their brother looked high against the wall. Rebekah snapped out of her stupor and snapped them out of theirs and just said.

"Brother try your blood again, who knows what this boy just did, maybe it will work now!"

Klaus was all too eager to save his brother first and ask questions later, bit his wrist and put it in his brother's mouth, it was starting to heal slowly. Not expected at all, but it worked.

Now is the time for questions. Klaus sped over to the boy and grabbed him tight in his grip. Violently throwing the boy out of his meditative state.

"What did you do? Why did you help us and what the bloody hell did you get out of it?" He said angrily. He wasn't able to save his brother until this child helped them first. He was pissed.

Stiles was too high to care about how disrespectful this obvious hybrid was acting. So he just started swaying back and forth until the one in the suit came forward, suddenly his legs gave out and he was in the arms of the suited vampire. The hybrid was still obviously mad. Stiles was still too high to care.

" What I get is being as high as a kite.-” Stiles paused giggling a bit “- You're vampires, look into my brain if you're concerned about why I'm here. I'm going to sleep now. " Then promptly passed out in the suit's arms without a care in the world at the scream of frustration coming from the hybrid being stopped by his siblings.

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When Stiles awoke, he found himself on the very couch the man he'd saved earlier was on. He wondered if that meant anything. He was too high from feeding earlier to really notice what happened earlier.

He got up and started walking towards the lounge area when he was suddenly grabbed and put in a chair by the hybrid. He was at the table with the entire family there.

"I guess this means you didn't read my memories? I'm confused, I swore that was a power of your kind. Stiles asked, confused. Klaus laughed. As if he didn't believe him. Stiles didn't really care about the hybrid or the rest of them, he didn't plan to stay. He came to feed, do what Deaton wanted which might just need to be placed on hold, then go back home.

"I do not believe you child-" Klaus said angrily. Stiles cut him off right there.

"I don't care what you believe, I didn't come here for you. I came here for your brother, I fed on your brother's pain and the chaos magic going through his blood then I intended to leave. I simply didn't intend to get high from feeding that much, that's never happened to me before but it's all the same. I never planned to stay here."

Why did he pass out by the way? That was really weird.

"I do not care what you planned! You do not get to leave until I decide! Klaus growled angrily, not trusting a word out of this kid's mouth. Desperate to take back control.

" Funny thinking you can stop me! " The kid retaliated eyes faded black and he dissipated from the room. The kid was just gone like he disappeared from existence.

Elijah groaned. "Way to go brother. We could have had a nice conversation and offered him a meal to save our brother's life. Now he is gone and we get nothing, you should learn how to play by now. " Elijah groaned before walking away.

Klaus stood there thinking about Elijah's opinion. Klaus didn't care for it but it might be a good idea to learn, he didn't care for the thought of not being the most powerful but there will always be times when he will be tested, right? That's why he has his siblings by his side, maybe it's time he learns to play as well.

Stiles wasn't sure what he was witnessing. He couldn't teleport, all he really did was use his shadow abilities and hide. It hides his scent when he does this. Usually, only Scott can find him. He didn't know how maybe it was a true alpha thing.

When the siblings left the room, Stiles wasn't sure if he could come out of hiding but he wasn't sure how to get out of here.

He walked around before discovering the exit. Before he got one step out of the door he felt a hand grab his arms and he struggled with them.

"Let me go! Get off!" Stiles used his magic and sent the person backward, he turned around and saw someone he hadn't seen before.

"Get away!" Stiles screamed. Magic sending the person backwards. Suddenly the siblings came and surrounded the both of them.

"Marcel, lovely for you to join us. And you boy, I see you haven't left us yet either. We really would like to ask you some questions about what you did."

" I don't want to answer your questions," Stiles said.

" you saved our brother, we just would like to know how you did it," Elijah responded.

Klaus looked almost unreadable. He'd been ready to kill him before, now he just had this look on his face. What that look was Stiles wasn't sure.

"Who is this boy?" Marcel asked, sighing. He felt tired. He was a vampire and he shouldn't feel this way after a fight. This boy was different.

"My name is Stiles, I was drawn here for what reason I don't know. But I do know I was hungry, and what I feed off of is pretty damn different. I asked your brother if I could feed off of him. Do you remember?”

“I feed off chaos, strife, and pain. I was possessed by a Nogitsune and survived. A dark spirit and getting rid of it left an imprint on my magic, they both combined and now I have both abilities and what I originally was. A spark." Stiles said.

Kol was up on the balcony, mouth wide open.

" A spark and a Nogitsune? Both combining into one? That's considered an abomination " Kol couldn't help himself, he sped down the stairs and joined his brother's side.

Marcel couldn't believe what he had just heard either. The originals were all in shock. How could a boy have survived the Nogitsune? How could he hold such power?

Klaus didn't like it. Rarely he liked anything, but having a boy as powerful as him maybe even more so in different ways. He didn't like this one bit.

Elijah was intrigued.

Kol was afraid but there was no way he would admit that.

Stiles almost laughed, he could see the varying emotions on this family's face. Klaus wasn't a fan, Stiles could guess he was the type who always wanted to be in control. If he wasn't in control he would freak out and become more insane.

"I'm not looking for anything but a snack." Stiles smiled and licked his lips. Then he went out the front door looking for some food to eat.

The Original family didn't know how to react to that statement other than stare at the boy as he left.

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Stiles walked through their kitchen and couldn’t find anything to eat. Surely they had to have something? Do they not have human friends? He was starving. That meal didn’t last long last night. He heard someone walk into the kitchen but he ignored them. He was desperate for food. Anything!

Stiles was turned around by Finn, who just looked at him differently than he’d ever seen before. “Thank you. For saving my life last night, I know you probably only cared to just get your meal but thank you anyway. For not letting me die.” Finn said in a whisper kind of tone. Stiles was frozen, but he then wrapped his arms around Finn's chest who froze but eventually wrapped his arms around the boy.

“ It wasn’t just the meal. I wanted to save you, I can find different ways to feed but your pain was so intense I couldn't not see what was happening. Then when I saw you dying I had a choice whether to save you or find a different way to feed.” Stiles spoke, he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to reassure this man.

“ You saved a killer. ” a voice rang out. Stiles and Finn separated and were met with the sight of Kol who looked angry, but Stiles could feel the tears just trying to not fall down his cheeks.

“What did he do to you? I can feel your emotions from here.” Stiles asked. Finn froze before deciding to step away from Stiles. Kol looked in between them and almost laughed. In a breakdown kind of way, the tears rolled down his face and he started to speak again.

“He cursed me to die a slow painful death. And I did die. I was in another body, one of a witch. I had magic back and he then cursed me to die. In front of my girl. ” Kol spat out looking at Finn.

“Now I’m back in my old body that’s stuck as a vampire for all eternity. A hole where my magic should be is gone forever.” Kol spat with venom while looking at his brother. Stiles looked in between the two and walked over to Kol putting his hand on his chest and fed off the pain he was feeling.

“ Thank you for feeding me. I can help you by the way. Your brother is a hybrid. I see no reason why you can’t be one also. ” Stiles spoke softly, moving his hand onto Kol's shoulder. Kol froze and met Stiles’ eyes in shock.

“That’s not possible.” He spoke. “With me it is. All I need to do is focus and I can do whatever I want.” Stiles replied, giving a grin. Kol smiled. “Please, please give me magic.” Stiles smiled at Kol before placing his hands on both of Kol’s shoulders before summoning his magic forth.

Kol almost collapsed from the energy being dispersed, Finn rushed behind him and held onto him and Stiles and kept them both from collapsing. Stiles broke the connection and fell into darkness.

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Finn caught both Kol and Stiles's bodies and set them to the ground before calling out to his brothers and sister who came rushing.

“What happened?” Elijah questioned picking up Kol. Finn picked up Stiles and they walked to the living room and set them both on the couch.

“Stiles said he was going to ensure Kol got back the magic he’d lost. Then they started and they both collapsed.” Klaus got angry at that.

“You can’t just do that! That’s not how it works!” He screamed. Finn rolled his eyes and pointed out. “The boy is a spark. He can do whatever he wants!” Then he pointed at their brother and Stiles who were out cold as proof.

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Stiles woke up groggy and wasn’t able to move a muscle. He shouldn’t have done that, he’d used whatever power was in his body and now it's going to take who knows how long to recover from it.

He heard a groan and looked over, seeing himself on the couch alongside Kol who was beginning to wake up as well. Kol looked over and saw Stiles on the couch and eyes widened he came over and questioned.

“Did you really give me magic?” Stiles nodded, still not strong enough to talk, he felt like he was made of stone. Kol immediately threw his arms around the boy. Stiles wrapped his dead weight arms around Kol’s body and squeezed as tightly as he could before they gave out as well as his head dropped itself back down on the couch pillow.

Stiles started meditating, slowing his heartbeat. Reaching out to the energy nearby and taking it, feeding. He heard a gasp and opened his eyes, a golden hue reaching out throughout the base and leading right into his body. It was his magic.

Stiles stopped and sat back up now having enough energy to go find real food. Kol looked up at him and smiled. “That was amazing. I’ve never seen magic like that before and that’s a new thing for me considering how old I am.” Stiles laughed.

Finn was the first to run into the room before the others followed behind him. Finn walked up to the couch and tried to inspect as well as he possibly could on the two. He wasn’t sure what was happening with him lately, but he’s started to care more about his family than he’s felt in a long time.

“Why do you all of a sudden care about my well-being brother? You are the one who cursed me not even that long ago.” Kol rolled his eyes. Stiles' smile faded away before he asked.

“You didn’t know, did you?” Stiles then grew a concerned look on his face. “Finn you had a spell on you when I fed you I siphoned out a curse that was placed on you, I wouldn’t be surprised if it had been on you your entire life because of how intertwined it was with you.”

If Finn's heart could drop it would have. Kols' annoyance changed into shock and a scared kind of look.

“Wh- What?!” Kol screamed out. Finn didn’t have any words, he simply looked into Stiles’ eyes and knew he wasn’t lying.

“It was a pretty powerful spell, it was the reason I got high after feeding on you. It was powerful magic. Whoever put it on you knew what they were doing and they were experienced with that kind of magic.”

“What was the spell? What was it doing to him?” Elijah questioned. The family immediately knew whose magic it was. It could only be one person. Their mother. Esther.

“It was a kind of spell that influenced your emotions, I’m not sure of the extent it reached considering it had been influencing you for so long but think of it as waking up and not realizing you don’t know how you’d been feeling for the last few days. Your emotions and your entire being itself were being influenced by someone. I’m not sure but whoever it was had malicious intent I can feel that much.” Stiles spoke.

“You didn’t know? I swear I wouldn’t have kept this from you if you hadn’t known. ” Stiles swore looking into Finn’s eyes. No one said anything. Stiles sighed.

“ I’m assuming this means you know who it is who cursed him? Are they at least gone? ” Stiles asked. Finn nodded his head. “Yes, they’re gone. Have been for a while now. ” before walking away. He needed to think.

Stiles knew it wasn’t the last of curses with this family, maybe they were the reason he was here. Feeding on the curses of this city.