Chapter 49: A Conversation With The Argents 

Scott stared at Chris and Victoria, his sharp gaze unwavering as the tension in the room grew thick. "I'm sure you know who Talia Hale was, don't you?" he asked, his tone edged with meaning. "She wasn't just an alpha; she was a guardian—a protector of Beacon Hills. Her teachings were clear: 'We are predators, but we don't have to be monsters.' She kept this town safe for years, up until your crazy sister killed her because she wanted her daddy's attention."

Kate sneered from the corner, her voice dripping with disdain. "What do you know, you stupid brat?" 

Scott gave her a cold smile, his voice sharp. "I know enough, Kate. I know that a monster like Gerard will never love you, no matter what you do. If it benefits him, he'd throw you, Chris, Victoria, or even Allison under the bus without a second thought."

Chris's jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his fists. "Watch your mouth, kid. That's my father you're talking about." 

Scott snorted. "And you, of all people, know what kind of man he is. Don't you, Chris?" 

Victoria, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "Enough about Gerard, Scott. Tell me… What are you?"

Scott looked at her. "Don't worry about what I am, Victoria. All you need to know is that I love Allison, and I mean your family no harm… as long as you don't attack me. And by the way, while Kate's a psychopath, even she wouldn't harm Allison. Gerard, on the other hand, is a different story. If he tries to hurt her or separate me from her, he'll regret it." 

Victoria's eyes narrowed. "Call me Mrs. Argent, kid. And I'm not going to allow a monster like you to date my daughter anymore." 

Scott's expression darkened. "Sorry, Victoria, but you lost my respect when you tried to poison me. So, I'll call you by your name from now on. As for making me break up with Allison? That's not happening." 

He turned to Allison, a warm smile breaking through his sharp demeanor. "What do you think, Allison?" 

Allison matched his smile, her voice firm as she faced her mother. "I won't break up with Scott, Mom. So don't push me to do something drastic." 

Chris frowned, his voice skeptical. "Like what?" 

Allison's grin turned mischievous. "Like running away from home and moving in with Scott." 

Victoria's face paled. "You dare?" 

"Yes, I dare." Allison replied, unflinching. "Besides, why do you hate Scott so much? He's a top student, kind, and, honestly, he's better at your job as hunters than you are." 

Chris's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" 

Allison folded her arms, her smile triumphant. "He killed a ghoul, and remember that boar you couldn't kill? He's the one who killed it." 

Chris's eyes darted to Scott, his voice filled with disbelief. "You killed that boar? You said it was something else." 

Scott chuckled. "What can I say? I'm modest." 

Allison interjected, her voice playful, added. "By the way, do you know there's a vampire killing people in town?"

Victoria's face hardened. "Yes, we know. And Allison, stay away from it. Vampires are extremely dangerous." 

Allison raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with curiosity. "As hunters, what are you doing about it?" 

Chris answered stiffly. "We're doing our best to track it down. We found the second victim in the morgue yesterday, and we think the vampire is either working in the hospital or stealing blood from the blood bank." 

Allison smirked. "That's it. Well, then you can stop looking. Scott already killed him." 

Kate scoffed, her voice dripping with skepticism. "What? Stop joking, Allison. I don't know what your boyfriend is, but it's impossible for him to kill a vampire. Even a fledgling vampire is too fast and—" 

"Stop talking." Allison snapped, cutting her off sharply. "I don't want to hear your voice." 

Chris's eyes locked onto Scott, his voice steady but edged with doubt. "Did you really kill the vampire? When?" 

Scott shrugged casually. "Two nights ago. His name was Eric. He was over 200 years old and very strong." 

The room fell silent. Chris and Victoria exchanged a glance. They knew how powerful a 200-year-old vampire could be. Chris finally broke the silence. "How did you kill him?"

Scott leaned back, his tone calm and matter-of-fact. "I stabbed him with a wooden stake, and he turned to dust." 

Before anyone could ask more questions, Melissa's voice echoed in Scott's mind. [Scott, where are you? It's late. Come back home.] 

He responded telepathically. [I'm at Allison's house, talking with her parents. I'll head home right now.] 

Scott stood, brushing off his jeans. "Sorry, I have to go. My mom's probably worried." 

Allison stood with him, her voice firm. "I'm coming with you. I don't feel like sleeping here tonight." 

Chris's voice rose in protest. "Allison—" 

"No, Dad." Allison cut him off. "You just tried to poison him, and your crazy sister shot at him with a crossbow. I don't want to see any of you right now. I'll be back in two days, after the Winter Formal dance." 

Chris sighed heavily. "Fine. Scott, give me your mother's number." 

Scott eyed Chris with caution, his tone sharp. "No, I won't give you my mom's number." He paused, then smirked. "But I'll give you my dad's number. You can call him." 

Scott gave him the number with a mischievous grin. As they stepped out of the house and into his car, Allison burst into laughter. "You're terrible, Scott, giving him your dad's number." 

Scott grinned as he started the car. "I wonder how awkward their conversation will be." 

Their laughter filled the car as they drove away, but Allison's expression soon grew somber. "Scott… I'm sorry for what they did." 

Scott reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about it. They were rude, sure, but they're just trying to keep you safe. And, by the way, don't tell my mom about Kate shooting at me. She looks sweet, but she'd probably kill Kate if she found out." 

Allison hesitated, then admitted softly, "I didn't want to stay there tonight because… I'm changing. I'm already feeling feverish, and I'm scared they'll notice and try something." 

Scott frowned. "I don't think they'd hurt you." 

"I'm not afraid of that." Allison replied. "I'm afraid they'd try to stop my transformation." 

Scott smiled, his tone light to ease her nerves. "Good luck with that. There's no cure. But, hey, I'm glad you're staying at my place. Too bad you'll be in a deep sleep all night, though." 

Allison blushed and swatted his arm playfully. "You're such a pervert. Besides, your mom will hear everything, so don't even think about it." 

Scott laughed. "I think it's time I bought my own house." 

Allison giggled. "You're sixteen, Scott. And you need a lot of money to buy a house." 

Scott smirked. "Didn't I tell you? When I killed that vampire, I found a bank card with $100 million on it. That's why Deaton's out of town—he's helping me make the money legally mine." 

Allison's jaw dropped. "You're rich now? Then you definitely need to buy a house for us!" She winked at him playfully. 

Scott grinned. "As soon as the money's mine, I'll do it." 

When they arrived at Scott's house, Melissa greeted them at the door. "Allison, you're back." 

Allison nodded. "I didn't want my parents to notice… I'm changing tonight." 

Melissa's expression softened. "I see. You look like you could use some rest." 

Scott spoke up. "She'll stay in my room. I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she's okay." 

Allison smiled, then headed upstairs to Scott's room, exhaustion taking over. She climbed into his bed and fell asleep almost instantly. Scott pulled up a chair beside the bed, watching her closely, ensuring she was safe through the night.