They had been driving in silence for half an hour now, round and round they went. Derek was dying on the seat, Stiles was frustrated and grumpy, and Scarlett was in the back of the car trying to keep her racing mind quiet.
That day was getting crazier by the minute. Derek had been shot by her, and Scarlett didn't need the pup to be more specific than that—it was Kate Argent. What the fuck had she been up to now?
Then she observed Derek; if he had been shot, had he met her? But when? Probably he had been following the Alpha for real. And that didn't help with her frustration. She did not want Peter to be right, not after the last conversation they had.
She could feel Derek's eyes on her from the rearview mirror. He was observing her silently, and she didn't like how he was looking at her. It was an inquisitive look, full of questions, and the fact that she didn't know the answer in the first place made her hate that gaze even more. She could turn anything to her advantage if she had answers. But she was getting crazy on her own—she didn't need grumpy Derek Hale up her ass.
"Scarlett," Stiles called her, his tone still frustrated, as he handed her his phone. "Text Scott."
Scarlett frowned at his request. "What should I write?"
"If he found this stupid bullet, for one," he suggested as he drove.
"Wouldn't he have already texted if he did?" At her question, their eyes met through the mirror. Stiles was glaring at her, clearly annoyed by her resistance.
So, Scarlett took a breath, taking the device from his fingers. "Alright."
"Thanks!" Stiles exclaimed.
Scarlett frowned at him—the shy and smart guy was able to give her an attitude. Cute, she thought as she started to type the text to send to the pup.
"'Did you find it yet?' seem reasonable?" she teased his annoyance.
"It is perfect, thank you," he answered in frustration as she handed him his phone back. But it didn't appease Stiles' frustration at all. Scott was not answering, and that only pushed him to try and call him.
I hope he is not shagging with Allison now, Scarlett thought, crossing her arms over her chest as she observed Stiles with his phone against his ear, clearly not getting any answer. She really was starting to believe that Scott and Allison were truly "just studying."
Can a teenager be that idiotic? she asked herself, eyeing Derek. His skin was so pale that she could start to see his veins. The flesh around his eyes was getting dark, and he was starting to sweat. It was pitiful to see him like that. Scarlett was starting to doubt that Derek would ever be able to reach the 48 hours.
When finally Scott answered the text, Stiles had not been happy about it. He closed the phone, throwing it on the ground. "Come on..."
Scarlett eyed him. It was the first time that she was seeing him angry, and it seemed to have some kind of effect on her. Her fangs were begging for her to let them out, and again the same want to bite his neck came back.
She knew that feeling, but she usually had it in other kinds of situations. Shaking her head, Scarlett decided to pick his phone up and read the text.
"'Need more time,'" she read out loud. "You werewolves should have a good intuition in finding things?" Weren't they like dogs or something?
"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" Stiles said in frustration, eyeing Derek. "We're almost there." Scarlett frowned at his words, and she wasn't the only one, because Derek spoke for the first time.
"Almost where?" he asked. He didn't even look up, he seemed too tired to do that.
"Your house," Stiles stated.
This time Derek turned to Stiles. "What? No, you can't take me there."
Stiles let out a frustrated laugh. "I can't take you to your own house?" Scarlett just stood there, listening closely.
"Not when I can't protect myself," Derek explained in between heavy breaths.
"Alright." Stiles had kind of reached his limit because suddenly he pulled his jeep to the side of the road.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?" Stiles asked, turning his whole body towards Derek. "Are you dying?"
"Yes," Scarlett said with a nod.
"Not yet," Derek said instead. "I have a last resort."
The vampire only frowned, while Stiles only got more frustrated. "What do you mean? What last resort?"
Then Derek moved the sleeve of his shirt to uncover his wound. Scarlett was waiting for the smell of blood to hit her nose, but once again it did not. She could smell it, but Stiles' scent was kind of stronger... and distracting.
This is definitely not normal, she thought, eyeing Stiles as he dramatically tried not to look at the wound. He was a normal human being—how was it possible that just his scent had all that effect on her?
Once again she found herself spiraling in the same, answerless thoughts. It was not the bond, or at least it should not be. Vampire blood drunk by a human should not have that effect. Why was she able to look at that ugly wound on a werewolf's arm and not attack immediately? She was even lucid enough to notice the pungent smell mixed with the blood.
"Oh, my God! What is that? Is it contagious?" Stiles was saying, disgusted, trying not to look at the arm for too long. "You know what, you should probably just get out."
She could not blame a human for acting like that; he surely had not witnessed wounds like that before.
Derek did not acknowledge what he had just said when he spoke again. "Start the car, now." The tone he used rubbed Scarlett in all the wrong ways, as her eyes squinted in a glare.
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look," Stiles argued with resolution. "In fact, I think if I wanted, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead!"
Scarlett's eyes remained on Derek, though, observing attentively what he'd do next. "Start the car," he said to Stiles, his voice threatening, "or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth."
Scarlett moved forward so that she could stand between Stiles and Derek.
"Alright, sweetie, I get you're having a shitty day, but your threats won't take you nowhere," she hissed with a glare. "Just try to rip his throat and I'm killing you."
Derek managed to move just enough so that he was able to look at her—between pain, rage, and confusion.
And she was confused too.
Why was she getting so angry all of a sudden? Why had she behaved in that way?
Was it Stiles' anger?
Scarlett knew that she was lying to herself. That rage had been all hers. For the countless time that day, she found herself wondering what the hell was happening to her? Then her eyes met Stiles' gaze. He was looking at her with wide eyes, and his heartbeat was beating fast. Only in that moment she realized that her fangs had popped out.
"Alright," Stiles said. "I'm going to drive, and no one kills anyone, alright?" He said, turning to Derek. "You don't kill me, and Scarlett," their eyes met again, "you too. You don't kill him."
Scarlett tried her best to hide all the confusion that she was feeling, and she only raised her hands as she leaned back against the seat. "Alright..."
"Alright." Stiles nodded his head one time before he started the car once more.
Stiles drove again, around and around, and Scarlett was getting so messed up by her own thoughts that her frustration grew with every minute that passed. Her legs bounced up and down, and sometimes she could spot Stiles looking at her from the mirror.
"What was that?" he asked at some point. Scarlett didn't even bother to stop herself from rolling her eyes.
"What was what?" she asked, her arms crossed over her chest as she tilted her head.
"You kind of attacking Derek?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
Scarlett bit the inside of her cheek, knowing full well that it was strange behavior, but she didn't know. She had no idea why she had acted that way. Scarlett really hoped she had an answer for this.
"I just..." she started to say, but then she stopped to let out a groan of frustration.
"You don't even know," Derek spoke with labored breath. Scarlett widened her eyes, but Stiles was the one who spoke.
"Hey, focus on not dying on my seat," he said to Derek, before he looked back at Scarlett for a moment.
"You don't know?" he asked, and Scarlett tightened her grip on her leather jacket. She had to speak to Peter, she had to know what the hell was going on with her.
"I don't know many things about vampires," she admitted as she looked at the sun starting to set. They had been on the road for hours. "Vampires usually are lonely creatures."
"You've never met another?" Stiles asked.
"No, I did," she answered, but they surely did not talk. "We did not speak of what a vampire can do or cannot do. They were not my makers." Stiles shot glances at her as he drove. She could feel him, and she did not know why he was feeling so concerned. And why did she even bother to notice?
Stiles decided to pull off at the side of the road once again. He was running out of gas. And he was getting tired as well. They stood in silence, as the night took over. Derek seemed to go in and out of consciousness, while Scarlett kept her gaze fixed on the dark woods surrounding them.
"I can help you out," Stiles spoke at some point, making her turn with a frown.
"You want to help me?" she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, I clearly am surrounded by supernatural creatures and I'm already researching things about werewolves. Adding research about vampires won't be a problem." Scarlett observed him in silence. He was looking ahead of him, and his heart was beating fast.
"Why?" Scarlett asked, genuinely confused and surprised. Nobody had ever helped her, only the Hales. People did not do things for nothing. But when Stiles turned, she could see his gaze. It was holding resolution and sweetness.
"I want to help you, if you need it," he said, looking into her eyes.
Why was he so nice to her? They didn't even know each other that well.
Then suddenly Stiles' phone went off, and he was quick to answer. Scarlett didn't pay that much attention to the conversation. She just looked at Stiles as he spoke. She didn't know how to explain to herself why she agreed to his idea. It was true, she knew very little about vampires. She knew enough to survive alone. But she had never thought she would have spent so much time with humans, nor had she intended to—not even when she was still alive—so there were so many things that she had never experienced as a vampire.
You can always ask Peter, she said as her eyes never for once left Stiles' frame. He was dramatically passing the phone to Derek with a heavy sigh.
"You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you," he said, just before Derek started to speak through the phone.
"Where does he want you to take him?" she asked, leaning over so that she could speak to Stiles.
"The animal clinic," he said, looking at her. Scott wanted Stiles to bring a werewolf into an animal clinic. That was the first funny thing that had happened to her in all that shitty day.
"No, don't even try to smirk," he said, looking at her.
"I didn't even move my face," she answered.
"Yeah, but you wanted to," he said before turning to Derek, who was still talking over the phone with Scott. "Then think about this," he was saying. "The Alpha called you against your will, he's going to do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or get killed."
That's for sure, Scarlett thought. Peter still needed Scott to kill with him to make sure that he became part of his pack. And Peter did not like that he had rebelled that way. Next time, you either kill with him, or you get killed.
"You cannot help with that?" Stiles asked her with curiosity.
"A werewolf business," she said. "Sorry."
That was just half a lie. It was indeed a werewolf business, but she had no idea if there was a way for Scott not to follow Peter's orders. Peter had never explained that to her. Not that she would have told them—they needed Scott to kill the Argents.
"So if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find that bullet," Derek said before hanging up on Scott.
He's always so lovely, she thought, looking at Derek silently.
Stiles now knew where they had to go, so he drove as fast as he could. He really wanted to get rid of Derek as soon as possible.
"Alright," he said as soon as he parked just outside the animal clinic. "I'm gonna take the key, you help him out." He was ready to get off, but then he spun once again. "Don't kill him."
Scarlett glared, but she had no time to answer, since Stiles was already out of the car. Scarlett took a breath and climbed out, then she quickly walked towards Derek's side and opened the door.
"Alright, big boy," she said, taking his arm so that she could pass it over her shoulders. Derek groaned in pain, but he managed to get up. When she brought him towards the entrance, Stiles was already opening it.
"You have to sit down," she said, leading Derek towards a pile of dog food bags.
"Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles said. If he had done it just a moment before, Scarlett would have let go of Derek.
This is bad, she thought.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane," Derek explained. His breath had gotten even heavier. "He has to bring me the bullet."
Stiles' eyes grew larger. "Why?"
"Because I'm going to die without it." Scarlett and Stiles looked at each other at Derek's words. Derek had not much time—Scott needed to move.
"There must be something else we can do," Scarlett said, looking down at Derek with her hands resting on her hips.
"You've talked of a last resort," Stiles backed her up. Derek nodded his head weakly.
"Bring me inside," Derek said.
"What?" At her question, Derek only glared at her. He was almost dying—maybe it was not the time to argue. So, Scarlett took a breath before sharing a quick glance with Stiles, then she moved to Derek, taking him by his good arm so that she could put him on his feet. In the meantime, Stiles quickly texted Scott, as he led them inside the clinic.
"I need to take off my shirt," Derek said.
"Now?" Scarlett and Stiles asked at the same time.
"Yes, now," he groaned.
I cannot fucking believe it, she thought with a groan, before she started to help him take off his shirt as they kept following Stiles inside the corridor of the clinic. They finally entered the room where Scott's boss visited pets, and Derek went under the light so that he could look at the wound better.
Under the light, it seemed even worse. And now black veins were starting to spread from the bullet wound.
"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles said from next to her. He seemed more nervous than usual.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," Derek explained.
"That doesn't leave you much time then," Scarlett said, earning a glare from the werewolf. Then he started to go through the vet stuff.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles said with a frown.
"What the hell are you doing now?" Scarlett asked, confused.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort..." Derek said, opening all the drawers he could find.
"Which is?" Stiles asked him. And when Derek turned to them, she noticed that he was holding a saw in his hand.
"You're going to cut off my arm," Derek said with resolution. Stiles had been left short of words; he was disgusted and freaked out, and she didn't need to focus on his emotions—disgust was painted all over his face.
"Are you serious right now?" Scarlett asked Derek as he found a tourniquet.
"Have you another plan?" he asked her.
"What about wait?" she answered, but he glared at her.
"It's already halfway up," he protested.
"Which means you've got all the other half," Scarlett said, observing the black veins. But Derek shook his head.
"I won't risk it," he insisted.
Scarlett took a breath as she reached out her hand. "Alright, then give it to me," she said. "It's been years of me wanting to cut your arm." Derek shook his head.
"You can't," he said, and Scarlett frowned.
"Why not?" she asked.
Derek looked up at her, stopping his ministrations to tighten the tourniquet around his arm. "I don't know how you're managing not to bite me to death, like you should," he said, making her body get stiff as she did all her best not to look towards Stiles, next to her. "But my blood is going to flow out, and you need to stay far away while Stiles cuts it off."
"What? Me?" Stiles exclaimed.
"You mean I have to go away?" Scarlett frowned at Derek.
"I'd really appreciate her to stay, actually," Stiles said from next to her. "What if you bleed to death?"
Derek was tightening the string once again. "It'll heal if it works."
Stiles was groaning in disgust. "Look, I don't know if I can do this."
"Why not?" Derek asked.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles exclaimed, making both Scarlett and Derek turn to him with frowns on their faces.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked.
"Is it a phobia or something?" Scarlett said, tilting her head. And Stiles gave both of them an incredulous look.
"No," he said with a shake of his head, "but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!"
"Then I'll do it," Scarlett said, but Derek glared at her.
"I said no," he said before turning to Stiles. "Let's put it this way. Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." Scarlett glared at him—she really did not like how he was talking. And the same feeling of anger that she had felt inside the car just a few hours ago had come back.
"Okay, you know," Stiles said, "I'm so not buying these threats anymore—" then suddenly Derek reached forward, grabbing Stiles by the shirt to yank him towards him. Anger flared uncontrollably inside of her, and before Scarlett could stop herself, she gripped Derek's arm that was holding Stiles.
"Let him go, or I'll rip off both your arms," she said, with her fangs out. Derek turned to look at Scarlett, his glare observing her with confusion and anger.
"Wait, wait, you both," Stiles said. "All right, bought, sold, totally, I'll do it." Derek and Scarlett kept glaring at each other, but when he finally let Stiles go, she did the same. But then, Derek started to gag before throwing up black blood.
"Holy God, what the hell was that?" Stiles seemed on the verge of tears. And he probably was.
"It's my body," Derek said, taking deep breaths. "It is trying to heal itself."
"Well, it is not doing a very good job at it," Stiles said, disgust painted all over his face.
"You gotta do it now," Derek said. He was bent over the table, his arm spread out.
"Look, I don't think I can—" Stiles was trying to back out again, but Derek yelled at him to do it.
"I'm taking down the asshole," Scarlett said, handing Stiles the saw. "You can do it." Stiles did not seem convinced as he took the object from her hand. Scarlett put her hands and forearms against Derek's back, and Stiles was getting ready to get in position to saw.
Was she going to freak out? Would she attack Derek and maybe Stiles afterwards? She would have already done it by now, but with the arm cut off, maybe Stiles' scent—or whatever it was—wasn't enough to keep her calm.
But just before Stiles could cut through, the puppy's voice made all of them look up. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked with panicked voice.
Stiles let out a relieved breath. "You've just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," he said as Scarlett let Derek go.
"Did you have it?" he asked tiredly, and Scott was quick to put a hand in his pocket to take out the bullet. Then he passed it to Derek. Scarlett observed him as she walked to go next to Stiles.
"What are you going to do with it?" the boy asked.
"I'm gonna..." Scarlett frowned as she looked at Derek, "I'm gonna..." but then suddenly, he let go of the bullet just before his body collapsed on the floor.
"What the fuck?" Scarlett groaned as she followed Stiles and kneeled next to Derek. He was unconscious. That was not really good.
Big boy, now? she thought as Stiles tried to see if Derek was reacting in any way. Scarlett looked around—where was the bullet? And she frowned when she noticed Scott kneeling down just a few feet from them.
"Derek, come on, wake up!" he said as he gave Derek light slaps on his face. "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?" Scarlett could feel his panic in her chest. It was rising by the minute, and for a moment her own heart seemed to beat again.
"I don't know," Scott said, now lying down on the floor.
"Oh, my God," Stiles was saying when the door opened once again. Scarlett and Stiles turned their heads and their eyes widened to see Evelyn at the door.
"What is going on?" she asked, but before anyone could answer, Scarlett noticed how Evelyn's gaze changed when she noticed the wound on Derek's arm.
Why is she not scared? Scarlett asked herself, when she observed the girl kneeling down on the other side of Stiles, taking Derek's wounded arm in her hands. She was observing the wound closely.
"Wolfsbane," Evelyn said as Scarlett and Stiles looked at each other with wide eyes.
"I can't reach it," she heard Scott saying.
"I think he is dying," Stiles said, looking down at Derek, unresponsive. "I think he's dead."
"Where's the bullet?" Evelyn asked, making Scarlett turn to her.
Who the hell is this girl? she asked herself.
Then suddenly Scott let out a happy sigh, just before coming back to them, only now noticing Evelyn kneeling there.
"Eve?"
"Give me the bullet," she said, reaching out for the little object. Scott was very stunned, and he didn't move, so Evelyn spoke again. "I can help. Give it to me."
Scarlett was too focused on the conversation between the pup and the girl to notice that Stiles moved to give a strong punch right across Derek's face, hurting himself in the process. Scarlett got closer to him, stopping Stiles from shaking his hand, to take a look at it. He didn't hurt himself, but he had managed to get Derek to open his eyes immediately.
"Can you stand up?" Evelyn asked Derek, who looked at her with a confused frown on his face. But she didn't let him answer as she took him by the arm and turned to Scott. "Help him up."
Together, they made him stand against the metallic table. Evelyn took the bullet, opened the top part of the bullet, emptying the bottom part on the table. It was dust of wolfsbane, Scarlett noticed it, from near Stiles, who was still shaking his hand.
"A lighter," Evelyn said, just before Derek took one out for her to take. The girl was quick to take it, before moving the flame close to the wolfsbane, which, with a spark that made Scarlett close her eyes, took fire. Once the sparks were gone, Evelyn took the burnt wolfsbane in her hands, and then she turned to Derek.
"It's going to burn," she warned, and when Derek nodded his head, she put the burnt wolfsbane on the wound, pushing it especially there. Derek started to scream and stir in pain, just before he collapsed on the floor.
Scarlett observed Derek still on the ground, asking herself how that girl had been able to know what to do. To do so, Evelyn must have known about supernatural creatures, or at least werewolves. That was why she had been so strange with Scarlett? Maybe she thought she was a werewolf, or maybe she suspected her to be a vampire. Whatever the answer, Evelyn could be—or become—a problem in the future.
It didn't take long before the black lines on Derek's arm completely disappeared. His skin colour came back and so did his strength.
"That was... awesome!" Stiles exclaimed with enthusiasm, making Scarlett look up at him, not able to stop her lips from curling up. He seemed to enjoy it when more supernatural things happened around him. He had a similar reaction when he had found out that Scarlett was a vampire.
"Are you ok?" Scott asked as Derek moved to stand up.
"Except for the agonizing pain?" his sassiness was coming back.
"To use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles said, using sarcasm himself.
"Be careful," Evelyn said, trying to get closer to help, but Derek growled, making her stop in her tracks.
Always charming, big boy, Scarlett thought, even if she could not disagree with Derek this time.
"We saved your life," Scott said, with slight panic in his voice. "Which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got it? Or I'm going to go to Allison's dad and I'm gonna tell him everything."
Scarlett could not hide her glare. "I wouldn't do that," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You're gonna trust them?" Derek asked Scott. "You think they can help you?"
"Why not?" Scott answered. "They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scarlett let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking her head at the pup's words. She wondered how nice they would have treated him if they only suspected that he was a werewolf. She would have loved to see the scene.
"Yeah..." Derek said with an irritated expression. "I can show you exactly how nice they are."
Scott frowned at Derek's words. "Come with me to the hospital."
"What?" Scott asked with a frown. "Why?" Derek took a step to take his shirt that had been left on the floor at the side of the room.
"To show you what I mean." Then Derek turned to Evelyn with an inquisitive look. He was probably trying to understand if she was some kind of creature. Scarlett was actually doing the same, but set aside the fact that she knew how to help Derek, there was nothing else strange about her. She was not a vampire, but she was not a werewolf.
"Eve," Stiles spoke, stepping toward the girl, and Scarlett followed his movement. "How... why... what?" The girl looked up at him; she seemed uneasy.
"You know about supernatural creatures?" Scott asked, the surprise clear in his tone.
"It is a bit complicated," Evelyn said. Her blue eyes moved from the pup to Scott. "But yes, I know about them, and I know that you are a werewolf." Then she looked at Derek, who kept glaring at her. "And that the Hales are too."
"But how?" Stiles asked. "Are you one too?"
Evelyn shook her head. "No, I'm not," she answered. "But my family has always known these things."
"And why haven't you told us?" Scott asked curiously.
Evelyn shrugged her shoulders shyly. "I really didn't know how to," she answered. "Luckily, I had left my phone at work," she said, looking at Derek again.
"I would have managed," he growled, as grumpy as usual. Scarlett tilted her head to the side, with a skeptical look and her arms crossed over her chest.
"It didn't seem like it seeing you passed out on the floor," Evelyn answered him. She didn't seem intimidated at all. But Derek just growled once again, before turning to Scarlett.
"We need to talk," he said, starting to make his way out of the clinic. Scarlett took a breath, observing him.
"You're welcome, by the way," Evelyn said as Derek passed next to her to go towards the door. But he didn't answer. Scarlett shook her head, then she turned to Stiles.
"Is your hand alright?" Stiles looked at his knuckles, shaking his hand once more.
"Yeah, I guess," he answered, eyeing the door. "You're going to talk to him?" Scarlett nodded her head, noticing how he was looking at her.
"Are you worried?" she asked with a little frown.
Stiles' eyes widened, and the blush came back. "Well, when you two talked you only wanted to kill each other." Scarlett let out a little chuckle as she observed him.
"Nobody is going to die," she assured him, before her eyes moved to Evelyn. "Are you going to ask many questions to her?"
"For sure," he answered with a nod.
Scarlett wondered how many things Evelyn knew. She had not mentioned her when she had spoken with Scott, but Scarlett could not rule out that Evelyn knew something about what she was. But it was not possible that she could link Scarlett to the Alpha. So for now, she should be safe.
"Can you take me back to school, later?" Scarlett asked Stiles.
"Yeah, sure," he answered with a nod, and with a last smile, Scarlett followed Derek outside the animal clinic. He was outside, probably enjoying the fact that he was still alive.
"This time that was a close call, big boy," Scarlett said, stopping next to him. "Who shot you?" she asked, even though she knew the answer. Scarlett observed Derek clenching his jaw before answering.
"I was following the Alpha," he said. "He had attacked an Argent, and she shot me." Scarlett frowned, looking at him. He was trying to be cryptic.
"An Argent?" she asked skeptically, but her question made him turn to her.
"Yeah," he answered, "Like the one you are friends with." Scarlett tilted her head as she challenged his stare. He must have seen her and Allison at school one of the times he had stalked Scott.
"Was she the one who shot you?" she asked.
"No," Derek answered, making Scarlett smirk.
"Then she can live another day, it seems," she answered, and Derek frowned.
"Are you planning to kill her?" Scarlett shook her head.
"I do not kill humans," she lied, looking at him. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "There's only one I would kill. And you should know who I'm talking about. And maybe you would kill her too." Derek glared at her.
"I just want to stop the Alpha," he insisted, but Scarlett could not believe him. He was searching for the Alpha because he thought that he had killed Laura. What made Kate different?
"And Scott and your anchor will help me do it," his words made her frown. That seemed to amuse him as he tilted his head. Was he mocking her?
"You think it doesn't happen to your kind?" he asked, making her confused once again.
"There's no anchor to the hunger," she answered defensively.
"No," he said, "But an anchor is enough to not make you kill me when you smelled my blood."
That could not be the reason why Stiles' blood calmed her. It could not be.
"Anchors make us more human. Feelings make us more human."
"It must be the bond then," Scarlett spoke, feeling her head spinning again as it had happened during all that day. And the chuckle from Derek only made her angrier.
"If it makes you feel better," he said, "But the bond does not make you angry when someone threatens him." Scarlett frowned in confusion. What was he saying? What was he hinting?
"I would have never thought of seeing this," Derek said, looking at her one last time before noticing Scott, Stiles, and Evelyn getting out of the animal clinic.
To see what? she asked herself, lost in confusion. What was he talking about? What was he seeing? What was happening to her? Why was Stiles making her more human? If not the bond, what was it?
"Me and Scott need to go to the hospital," she heard Derek say.
"I can drive you there," Evelyn said, looking up at Scott. The pup seemed not eager to go, but he nodded nonetheless.
"Call me later," Stiles said to his best friend, as he took the keys of his jeep. Then he walked to Scarlett, with a little frown.
"Hey, are you alright?" Scarlett observed him. She was really trying to figure out what the hell this boy was doing to her. He could not be her anchor. She did not have an anchor. What had happened that day must have had another meaning. It didn't make sense otherwise.
What the hell is happening to me?