Chapter 4

It was Monday. It had been a week, just a week, and Scarlett had already had enough of living like that: going to school, chatting with teenagers, and restraining her hunger. Derek was in town, and she had to be extra careful; Peter still hadn't told her what to do, so she had to stay inside her house for the weekend. She was starving, her fangs fought to pop out everytime someone walked close to her. Not eating made her even tired, and when the sunlight hit her skin, she felt it on fire.

It was her last period: math.

Where's a stick when you need one? She couldn't care less about that stuff, but at least the puppy's friend was in that class, too.

Scarlett was at her locker to take her book when the scent of fresh blood hit her. She turned her head, and she saw a girl a few feet from her with a small but deep cut. She had cut her finger with paper. That smell made her fangs pop out and her head spin; she really wanted to eat her. Scarlett's hand accidentally hit the locker, her head down, and her eyes closed. She needed to focus; she really had to focus. But she was so hungry.

"Scarlett, are you ok?" Hearing Evelyn's voice made her shoot up.

"I'm fine," she said, nodding her head. She tried her best to retract her fangs, and when she finally succeeded, she turned to the girl.

"Are you sure? You look… pale," Evelyn said; her blood seemed to run a bit faster, but Scarlett could easily be wrong because of her hunger.

Scarlett nodded once again, putting a strand of her red hair behind her ear. "I haven't been feeling very well. I hope I'm not getting sick," she said with a small smile.

"Let's hope not," Evelyn said, her eyes fixed on Scarlett, who didn't divert her eyes. "I have to go," said the girl at some point before showing a forced smile that Scarlett had noticed. The vampire nodded her head before closing her locker and walking to her next class.

That was close, she thought entering the room. Few students were already inside as was the human that she needed. He was reading something on his book, his lips moving lightly, muttering the words he saw written down.

"Hey," she greeted him with a smile, sitting in the chair in front of him. His eyes shot up, and a wide smile appeared on his face.

"Hi," he said, blinking his eyes. "How was your first weekend in Beacon Hills?"

Terrible.

"Good," Scarlett answered, nodding her head. "Sure, I'd been mostly inside, fixing things at home. What about yours?" She asked. His blood ran faster, making her hunger grow. This question made him nervous, and she saw him shrugging his shoulder.

"Nothing special," he said with a strange laugh. "I've just been with Scott. Me and him. Alone." He immediately shook his head, eyes closed.

Scarlett nodded her head. "It sounds great."

"Yeah…" He muttered. She could feel his eyes on her when she turned her back at him. She wasn't focused enough. Suddenly, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. Her hand moved fast to take it and read the message.

Need to talk to you. After school, same place.

Scarlett groaned before writing down, "Got lacrosse after school."

Almost immediately, a new message arrived, "Use your imagination, darling."

Scarlett almost threw her phone. It was easy for him; that creepy nurse covered for his stupid ass.

"Hi, Scarlett." Her head shot up, hearing Lydia's voice.

"You're in this class?" Scarlett asked, looking at the girl with wide eyes.

Lydia smiled. "No, but I had to give a thing to Mr. Rodgers," she said, almost annoyed, thinking about the teacher. Then she started to talk about something, but a heartbeat took Scarlett's attention. Her head turned slightly to hear it better, and she had to control her expression when she realized that that heartbeat belonged to Stiles. He went even faster than usual. Because of Lydia?

Did he have a crush on her?

"So I'll see you there? Scarlett?" The vampire looked back at Lydia. He shouldn't have had a crush at all. And on Lydia?

"What?" She asked.

"You get distracted easily," Lydia said, crossing her arms. "I'll see you at lacrosse?"

"No," Scarlett said, then she showed a smile. "I need to help at home today." The queen bee frowned before telling her that she had to go and that she would call her later, and then she went away.

Scarlett's focus was still on Stiles. She was sure of what she had heard; his blood ran very fast, so his heart was beating differently than usual. She still didn't know how, but she could distinguish the causes of fastened heartbeats.

That could be a problem. But Lydia didn't even look Stiles' way, which meant that Scarlett needed to get closer to the human now more than ever.

When the bell rang, Scarlett put the books in her bag and put on her leather jacket before walking out of school. She was walking towards her motorbike when her eyes caught the puppy and the little Argent's sight. They were talking to each other in close proximity as they were about to kiss when the noise of a klaxon made them turn to a red car. A man got out, he was in his forty and with a simile he waved his hand and Allison did the same.

Argent.

Her fangs popped out. She had finally seen him. She smirked, put on her helmet, and started her motorbike, driving away.

She arrived at the woods, taking the bike with her. Scarlett walked surrounded by the trees; she walked under their shadow. The sunlight was bothering her. After almost ten minutes, she arrived at the oak where she usually met with Peter. She stopped and whistled. After a moment, a man in his thirties walked out from the woods with a black leather jacket and glowing red eyes. Peter.

"I'm not a dog," he said. "You could just call my name."

"Still, you came out anyway." At her response, a smirk appeared on his face, and Scarlett soon did the same, watching him getting closer. He put a hand on her cheek and moved away her hair.

"I've missed you, darling," he said.

"Yeah, sure," Scarlett said, smirking before pushing him away and making him laugh.

"There's a reason you're paler than usual?" Peter asked, eyeing her up and down.

She put her hands on her hips. "I couldn't hunt," she said, "You told me that."

Peter got closer once again. "With Derek around, we need to be very careful," he said.

"Well, I need to eat," Scarlett argued, rolling her eyes.

"He wouldn't understand, my love," he said, rolling up one of his sleeves. Scarlett scoffed. Derek and Scarlett never really liked each other, but after living together for two years, they learned how to bear the presence of the other. Talia and Peter had found Scarlett in the woods; they had killed the vampire that had just turned her. They took her and waited for her to wake up to her new life after her death.

"Shouldn't we tell him?" Scarlett asked, watching Peter's movements. "About our plan?"

"No," he said calmly. "He will surely try to stop us."

Scarlett shook her head. "The Argents had killed his family," she said. "They even killed Laura. They deserve to die" Peter had told her how he had found Laura dying in the woods where they were supposed to meet, he had to kill her. That was how he became the Alpha. He then had to pretend he was still comatose to hide from the Argents.

"I know," he said, taking a breath, "But Derek had always been like his Mother. He would never kill a human, no matter if they are hunters."

Scarlett scoffed. "Idiot."

Then Peter offered his bared wrist to her. Scarlett looked at it before looking back at Peter, knowing what he was doing.

"Are you sure?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't change his mind.

"Come on, Scar," he said, smirking. "You've already done that in even more compromising positions." Scarlett's fangs popped out, and she smirked, thinking about the old days. Then she bit down the flesh of his wrist, and Peter let out a small gasp. The flavor of his blood invaded her mouth. Werewolves' blood was delicious, especially Alphas'. Peter's blood tasted even more delicious than before.

"Ok, that's it," he said at some point, but she didn't let go, too focused on his flavor. "Scarlett, enough," he roared, glowing his eyes, and she immediately stopped. She let him go, licking her lips.

"You were more fun once," she said, smirking. Now, she felt restored and focused.

"Let's get back to work," Peter said, fixing his sleeve. "So, how are things going?"

Scarlett crossed her arms. "Your Beta is struggling, from what I saw. Are you sure about him?"

"He is my Beta; he'll do as I say," Scarlett scrolled her shoulder. Scott didn't seem that strong, but it was up to Peter.

"Have the two of you got close?" Scarlett shook her head.

"He is very shy," she said. "And he has his eyes fixed on someone already." This got Peter's attention, "Argent's daughter."

"Oh, is that so?" He asked with a content smirk.

Scarlett nodded. "She seems naive and too kind to be a huntress. I don't even think she is good at lying."

"If that's true, it's even better. It's going to be easier to kill her," Peter said. "But you still need to get closer to Scott."

"You think I don't know that?" She said, rolling her eyes.

He studied her face before smirking. "What do you have in mind?"

Scarlett grinned, seeing how much he knew her. "Scott has this strange friend. Stiles," she said. "They are always together, and I believe he knows what Scott is. I think he has a crush on a girl, so it won't be easy for me to get closer to him. And I have to make them think I'm not part of all of this."

"So?" His smirk only grew more.

"I could never be with them 24/7," she said, loving to have him in the palm of her hand. "But if I could control Stiles, I would control Scott."

Peter put his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. "Tell me more."

"Oh, you know how it works, darling," she said, smirking. "Good things happen to those who know how to wait. Don't worry; I know exactly what to do." Leaning closer, she almost brushed her lips to his. "But I'll need your help. "