章節 38: Chapter 38: The Threat to Melissa
The air in the lacrosse field was still, broken only by the soft sound of Allison's quiet sobs. Scott held her tightly, his warmth shielding her from the chill of her emotions. He didn't say anything, knowing words wouldn't soothe her pain right now. He just waited, offering his silent support as her tears slowed.
When her crying finally subsided, Scott loosened his hold just enough to look down at her. "How are you feeling, Allison?"
Allison pulled away, her face streaked with tears and red with frustration. "How do I feel?" she repeated, her voice rising with anger. "I don't know, Scott! My aunt—someone I thought of as a sister, someone I loved—turns out to be a murderer! And now, there's a psycho werewolf who wants to kill her, and you..."
She pushed him, her hands trembling. "You don't want to save her! I know you don't!"
Scott opened his mouth to reply, but Allison's frustration boiled over, and she started hitting him on the chest with her fists. "How do you think I should feel, Scott?!"
Her voice cracked, and she broke down crying again, her hits becoming weaker until her hands fell to her sides. Scott didn't flinch or pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her again, holding her tightly despite her initial resistance. "It's okay." He murmured softly, waiting patiently for her storm of emotions to calm.
When she stopped shaking, Scott gently tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "Allison, look at me."
She hesitated, keeping her face buried in his chest. Scott persisted, his tone soft. "Please, Allison. Look at me."
Reluctantly, she met his eyes, her own still brimming with unshed tears. Scott sighed and said, "Allison, I don't like your aunt Kate. In fact, I hate her for what she did. She didn't just burn innocent werewolves to death—she killed normal humans and children too."
Allison's face crumpled with guilt. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I lashed out at you. If I were you, I'd hate her too."
Scott reached out, wiping the tears from her cheeks. His voice softened further. "But if you want me to save her life, I will."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You'd do that?"
He smiled faintly. "Of course, I would. For you."
Allison hugged him tightly, her voice barely audible. "Thank you. And... I'm really sorry for earlier."
"Don't worry about it," Scott said.
After a moment, Allison pulled back slightly and studied him. "You've known what she did for a while, haven't you? I noticed it the day you met her at my house, but I brushed it off. And then, in Stiles' room, you said you knew who caused that fire. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Did you think I was too weak to handle it?"
Scott shook his head. "It wasn't that. I know how much you love that crazy aunt of yours, so I wasn't going to be the idiot who told you she's a psychopathic murderer and broke your heart. Let's be real—if I had told you back then, you'd hate me instead of her and probably break up with me. I'm not that stupid."
Allison smiled faintly through her tears. "You think too much. I could never hate you."
"Yeah, right," Scott teased. "Said the girl who just beat me up a minute ago for no apparent reason."
Allison pouted, hiding her face against his chest again. Then, in a playful act of defiance, she bit him.
Scott yelped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Ouch, Allison! That's my nipple!"
Allison couldn't help but giggle, a small smile breaking through her sorrow. But soon, her smile faded, and she sighed deeply. "I don't know how to handle this, Scott."
"How about this?" Scott suggested. "Take a day or two to process everything. Then, gather your family, tell them that you know about them being hunters and that you know about werewolves, and confront Kate about what she did in front of your parents. Lay it all out and see what she has to say."
Allison considered his words before nodding. "Okay. That's a good idea."
Scott grinned. "Of course it is. I thought of it."
Allison rolled her eyes but smiled. "Should we head back to school?"
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to?"
"No," Allison admitted. "I just want to go home."
Scott nodded. "Alright. I'll drive you."
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At Allison's house, Scott walked her to the door. Victoria greeted them with her usual calm demeanor. "Allison, why are you home? Don't you have school this afternoon?"
"I'm not feeling well, Mom." Allison said softly.
Victoria's gaze softened. "Alright." Then she turned to Scott. "Thank you for bringing her home, Scott. Would you like to come in?"
Scott smiled politely. "No, thank you, Mrs. Argent. I need to get back to school."
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Melissa's POV
The hospital was busy as always. Melissa bustled from one task to another until a patient needed blood. She headed to the blood bank, her mind preoccupied with work. But when she opened the door, she froze.
Inside, Dr. Eric, the new doctor, stood with red eyes, blood dripping from his mouth. Melissa instinctively wanted to scream, but before she could, he was in front of her.
"Shh," he said, covering her mouth. His fangs glinted before he sank them into her neck. Melissa struggled, but the sharp pain gave way to a strange numbness as he drank.
When he finally stopped, he looked her in the eyes and commanded, "You saw nothing. You came here, took the blood, and left. There's a hickey on your neck—cover it with a scarf and don't let anyone see it."
With that, Dr. Eric vanished, leaving Melissa dazed. She grabbed a blood bag and returned to her duties, her only thought being to hide the hickey on her neck.
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Scott's POV
After school, Scott and Stiles walked to their cars.
"Are you okay, man? With everything that happened with Allison and all?" Stiles asked.
Scott nodded. "I'm fine." Then he grinned. "See you tomorrow, and don't wander around at night."
Stiles smirked. "Don't worry. Getting my blood sucked or my liver stolen is the last thing I want, so I'm staying home."
Scott laughed and headed to work at the animal clinic. After his shift, he went home, showered, and prepared dinner. He waited patiently for his mom to return.
When Melissa finally came home, Scott greeted her with a smile. But as she approached, his enhanced senses picked up an odd scent. His eyes drifted to the scarf around her neck, and he noticed how tired she looked.
"Hey, Scott. What's for dinner tonight?" Melissa asked, smiling nervously.
Scott frowned. "What's with the scarf? I've never seen you wear one before."
Melissa hesitated. "I just felt cold today, so I bought one."
Her heartbeat spiked. Scott's frown deepened. "Take it off. It's warm in here."
"No!" Melissa said defensively.
"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you shouting?"
"I just don't want to take it off, Scott!" she snapped.
Scott stepped closer, concern etched on his face. "I want to see what's wrong with your neck."
Melissa tried to back away, but Scott caught her hands. She struggled, but his werewolf strength held her still. Gently but firmly, he removed the scarf, revealing the puncture wounds.
Scott's heart dropped. He knew exactly what caused them. Rage and fear bubbled within him. His mom had been attacked by a vampire.
Tears filled Melissa's eyes as she tried to explain. "It's just a hickey, Scott. I didn't want you to see it."
Scott pulled her into a hug, his mind racing. "Mom, are you dating anyone?"
"No," Melissa whispered.
"Then where did the hickey come from?" Scott pressed.
"I... I don't remember," Melissa admitted, her voice trembling.
Scott guided her to the couch, sitting her down. "Mom, that's not a hickey. It's a bite."
"A bite?" Melissa repeated, confused.
Scott nodded, his jaw tightening. He took a deep breath and thought to himself, 'It's time. Time to tell her everything.'
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