The Vampire of Beacon-Hills [ENGLISH VERSION]

S4 : Chapter Fifty-one

ELENA'S POV :

Stiles has been sound asleep for a good hour. I have to admit that he's right. I'm on edge. And to solve this problem, there's only one way, as always: blood.

I get out of bed and grab my pants and Stiles' plaid shirt to change into. I leave the house without making a sound and go out into the street. I avoid straying too far, staying on my street so I can still hear what's going on at home.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out at this hour ?" I heard behind me.

I turn around to my rude interlocutor and observe a man, swaying slightly and smelling of alcohol in his nose.

"Do you want me to take you home ? You can show me your room if you want," he snickers.

It's not a great snack but I can't go any further from home. So I let him get closer but just as he was about to put his hand on my waist, I grab it to bite into it. He starts to struggle but the venom quickly takes effect and he resigns himself to the sensation.

STILES' POV :

I turn around, wanting to hug Elena but only fall onto an empty mattress. I open my eyes slightly and sit up seeing that she's not there.

"Elena ?"

No answer. I get up to put my shorts back on and see that my shirt and his pants are no longer there. I leave the room and call him again.

ELENA'S POV :

"Elena ?"

I raise my head to listen and hear Stiles calling me again. I leave my dinner to rush back without taking the time to hypnotize my victim given the state she's in. When I get home, I take off my shoes and pants, keeping only my underwear and the son's shirt on. The son arrives downstairs just as I sit down on the couch with the first book I can get my hands on.

"Elena ?"

"Everything's fine," I ask him.

"I should be the one asking you this question. Where were you ? I called you several times but-"

"I haven't moved from here. I was reading. Sorry, I must not have heard you."

I look back at my reading and see that the book is upside down. I close it so he doesn't notice and straighten up.

"You can't sleep ?" he asks me as he sits down next to me.

"I... I was a little hungry, I got a bag of blood."

"I see that," he chuckles.

"What ?"

"You still have a little blood on your lips."

"Oh, sorry." I wipe the blood away, probably a little too hastily given his furrowed eyebrows. Not wanting him to ask himself any more questions, I quickly kiss him on the corner of his lips before smiling at him. "Shall we go back to bed ?"