Jena's POV
"No sadly, but he wanted me to give you this." Derek scribbled onto a napkin. All was going better than expected. I met Stiles old boy toy and now I have Isaac around my finger.
"Omigosh! Thanks!" I acted so happy. I laced my arms around him and hugged him. He seemed upset when he let go and just walked out. Whatever. I already have two boys to be mine. Both already are underway. As he left I smirked. Grabbed my order for Stiles, and left. I went to where Stiles was being kept, behind my house underground. But no one needs to know that. I entered the darkness.
"Stiles, love!" My voice filled with real happiness.
"Yes beautiful?" My heart swelled. He called me beautiful. I ran towards him planting a kiss on his pink soft lips. He smiled.
"I got you 3 large curly fries to share with me, and a milkshake, and pop." I genuinely smiled at him. I poured them on top of the bag. I popped one in my mouth. Then stiles opened his mouth for me to place one in. I bit on the end of one and placed the other end to his mouth. He smiled as he bit down causing us to kiss. Soon he will be mine forever.
Stiles Pov
God. She couldn't just put a curly fry in my mouth. No I had to kiss her. Needy much. Oh well. I shouldn't complain its the first girl I kissed since heather... And that was out of the blue. Then she was sacrificed. That was my first kiss. And her last.
"Stiles do you believe in scary movies and stories?" She asked unsure.
"What type of scary movie? Like werewolves and such?" I asked.
"Ya.." She replied shakily.
"Ya, I actually know some." I replied knowing where this was going.
"Alright I have a story to tell you then..." She smiled deadly.
"Once there was a girl, she was a special kind of girl, pretty yes but not beautiful. Now this girl was in a car accident, and an ugly scar covered from her forehead across to the end of her neck in result. She felt ugly and insecure over this sign of survival. This girl had special things going on with her. She could see perfectly in dark and light. She could run faster than the eye could comprehend. She could kill viciously, but not heal. This girl had a gift. She was a vampire. All she wished was her scar would heal. So she could be accepted. She would always have these looks, since she was bitten as a 24 year old girl. So she'd always be young. But since she couldn't heal, the scar would always haunt her. Forever. Now forever is a long time. So she looked for a witch. She found one and had a spell cast on her that allowed her to heal anything, if she wanted, with the touch of her hand. But the end result is she'd need to have someone love her and kill them once a year. This girl had little love left. She didn't care about others because of how they taunted her for her scar. So this seemed nice enough. The witch gave her a few spells to help, one to change her appearance when ever she wanted to what ever. Another to suck the life out of someone. And a final to have her voice go into peoples minds, dreams, and surroundings. This girl is still alive. Still 24, even after 32 years. This girl is named Jena. And she is here."
"S-so you're gonna kill me?" My voice quavered.
"That's what Isaacs for." Her smile made it seem like an innocent idea. But it was far from it.
"As in Isaac Lahey." my heart sank.
"You do know about him right? That he is a loner." I nearly said werewolf.
"He already gave me his number." She smirked as she whispered in my ear. "And I know he is a were wolf."
"So.. when are you going to kill him?" My voice cracked. I loved that kid. He was like a brother. Always there for me.
