The Vengeful Deceiver - Teen Wolf Fanfiction

"Easy, easy," she said, helping Stiles lean his back against the side of his car. Scarlett observed his body; there were no more scratches, no more blood flowing out, and he was not pale anymore. She couldn't believe it.

She, of course, knew the powers of her blood, but she had never used them on a human. 

"Are you ok?" she asked, moving closer, but Stiles turned to her with wide eyes.

"What..." he whispered. "What happened? How...? Who are you?"

She needed to be careful with this, not giving away too much information. They didn't have to relate her to Peter in any way. The only problem was that Derek was around—Bastard.

"You got attacked by a werewolf." Stile's eyes got wider.

"How do you... Oh my God! Am I going to turn?" he exclaimed, making Scarlett push him down lightly with her hand on his shoulder. He was freaking out, and she could feel it. It was so strange; she could almost feel her heartbeat once again.

"No, no, you're not," she said before looking around. "Listen, Stiles, we have to go. We need to move; it's not safe here." 

"What are you? Why...?" he looked down at himself. Scarlett could still feel his anxiety. Was it supposed to be this way? That wasn't normal.

"I'm going to answer everything you want to ask, but now we have to move." She couldn't risk someone seeing them there. She had to take him away.

Stiles was still looking anxious and confused, but he nodded weakly.

Alright.

"Can you stand?" she asked as he tried to get on his feet. Seeing him unstable, Scarlett decided to take his arm to help him up.

"Easy, easy," she said, putting her hands on his chest so that he could lean on the side of the blue jeep.

"I'm... I'm feeling better," he said, confused. He was healing fast.

"At least let's get inside," she said, searching for his eyes, using her sweetest voice.

"What are you?" he whispered, looking back at her.

She didn't know him that well, but she had figured out how stubborn he was. He wouldn't have moved if she didn't answer his questions. Not that she feared this moment; Scarlett knew what she had to say. 

"I'm a vampire, Stiles" at her words his eyes became wider, his lips were parted even more confused. 

"A vam..." he muttered. "You're a...?"

"Yeah," she answered. Stiles passed a hand on his face before looking with terror, his fingers dirty with blood.

"What...?" he said, blinking his brown eyes. "Why am I not bleeding?" 

Scarlett paused for a moment; she didn't have to freak him out. It would have been difficult; she was freaking out too. She was feeling all his anxiety and confusion. That was quite scary. She needed to talk to Peter; it felt so strange. 

"Because you drank my blood," she said, trying to be as reassuring as possible, but his eyes got even wider. 

"Oh god!" he said. "Am I going to be a vampire?" Scarlett shook her head, but he didn't let her speak. "Am I dying? Am I dead?!" then he turned to her. "Are you dead?" Scarlett scoffed before moving closer and taking his head between her hands.

"Can you please calm down for half a second?" his expression was shocked, and his lips parted, but at least he was quiet.

"You are not turning, and you are not dying," she said. "But you are going to pass out if you keep freaking out like that" Then she let him go, taking a step back. He wasn't moving, so she saw no other way than to explain everything to him there.

"My blood has special abilities," Scarlett started to explain. "If a human drinks it, his wound will start to heal much faster. That's why I gave you that." 

"You..." he muttered. "You saved my life." 

"Pretty much." She nodded her head, making him scoff. 

"Pretty much?" Stiles said, "Scarlett, you... you did save me."

Humans and gratitude. He didn't know anything. Still, it was enough for them to be safe, and they would forever be grateful. Maybe it was because of mortality. The fear of death. Something that she had long forgotten.

"Yeah," she said, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to sound as guilty as possible. "It's just that..." she passed a hand through her hair, making him frown.

"What is it?" he asked panicked.

"When a human drinks a vampire's blood, the vampire will be able to feel what the human is feeling," she explained as he listened to every word.

"Every feeling," he asked, gesturing between himself and her. "My every feeling. All my feelings?" 

"I'm new to this, alright?" she admitted in all honesty to shut him up. 

"You're new at being a vampire?" he asked curiously, making her frown. 

"No, not that." Not that she was hundreds of years old; she was a young vampire, but that was not the point. "I've never done this. So, I'm trying to understand, too."

Stiles took a breath; his skin was getting pink again, and his reactions were quicker. He was getting better, and he was starting to move as a spaz like always and to think. His mind was running like crazy; it was easy to see. 

"You're a vampire," he said, pointing at her, who nodded. "A real vampire?"

Scarlett raised her eyebrows before showing her fangs. Stiles gasped. 

"This is awesome!" he exclaimed, making her frown, which enabled her to hide a smirk. Usually, that scared humans, making them scream and run away.

"You should be afraid," she said with a frown. "Have you ever heard about vampires?" 

Stiles nodded his head.

"Yeah, but you saved my life," he answered, making her take a breath. "It would be very mean, nasty, and cold-hearted to do that, just to kill me after." Scarlett looked at him with wide eyes. He was actually right. If she hadn't needed him, she would not have lost her time; she would probably have eaten him on the spot even because Stiles' scent wasn't that bad, so his blood must have been the same. But she couldn't help but feel impressed by his reaction. 

"You're strange, boy," she said, shaking her head. But maybe you're the right kind of friend for Scott." 

Her words made Stiles' eyes go wide once again. 

"Scott?" he said, trying to hide the truth. "What... why would you...?" 

"Don't worry, Stiles," she said, interrupting him, "I know that Scott's a werewolf." Stiles raised his eyebrows, ready to ask her something, but Scarlett stopped him. 

"My god, do you never stop asking questions?" 

"I was just attacked, Scarlett!" Stiles exclaimed. "You're a vampire, you know about Scott. What am I supposed to do?" 

"You need to relax," she said, getting closer. She put her hands on his chest, making his gaze drop where she was touching him. His heartbeat dropped for a moment, and Scarlett had to hide a smirk. Her touch affected him. It was quite interesting, remembering how his heartbeat got faster at Lydia's presence. 

Suddenly, Stiles' phone started to ring, making them both look down. The boy started to search for it in the pocket of his pants. 

"It's my dad," he said once he read the name on the screen. 

"You should-" 

"Um, yeah," he said, pressing the pressed the green button. "Hey, Dad, yeah. No. I'm..." he looked down at his clothes. "I'm coming over. I... you're coming back late?" he asked, taking a breath, relieved by the news. "Great. Well, no... not great," Scarlett frowned. "But... yeah, I'm... I'm almost there. Yeah... see you tomorrow." as he put his phone back in his pocket, he took a relieved breath. "My god, I couldn't come home like this." then he turned to her. "Now you have to tell me everything." 

"Now you need to rest," she said, shaking her head. 

"What?! Scarlett, no!" 

"Scarlett, yes," she said. "You need to rest, so write down your questions, record them on a tape, do whatever you want. But not now," she continued, looking behind her. "I don't know who attacked you and you need to be home before your dad." Stiles licked his lips looking down at his cloths once again, finally nodding his head. 

"And you promised me a ride," she said with a smile.

The ride home was silent. Stiles was probably too busy to figure out all the questions that there were on his mind. She could swear that she had seen smoke coming out from his ears, but he didn't say anything. As they arrived in front of Scarlett's house, she turned towards him.

"I know you've got many questions," she said. "And I promise to answer them. Alright?" Stiles nodded his head. Scarlett did the same before opening the door. But before she could get down, he put his hand on her forearm, making her stop before turning towards him.

"I just..." he took a breath. "Thank you, Scarlett."

She observed him, gratitude in his eyes—total gratitude, no doubt. He trusted her. Now, Scott would have known that she was a vampire, and feeling what Stiles was feeling meant that she could figure out where they were most of the time. 

"Don't mention it," she said with a little smile. "See you tomorrow, Stiles."

She got out of the blue car and walked towards her door, turning to watch Stiles drive away. She took a breath before entering, and as she closed the door behind her, she smelled a scent that she knew well.

"Yeah, thank you, Scarlett." Peter's voice made her turn. "We are making progress." 

"Told you to leave it to me," she said, sitting down and crossing her legs with a little smile.

"I love how good you are at lying, my dear," he said with a smirk.

"Yeah, I know," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"But we are not done," he said, leaning towards her, his red eyes glowing. We still have work to do tonight."

Scarlett's eyes widened, getting closer to him.

"You found him?" she asked as he nodded his head.

"I did, dear," he said. "He drives one of the school buses," Scarlett giggled. 

"Finally" she said showing her fangs "Promise me I will get a taste before we'll kill him."