Brown Eyes ▻ Scott McCall[1]

"Chapter 57~Pershiable."

Alex's POV
Yesterday was the best birthday ever even though we wanted to wait till we were much older before completing the mating process.

I couldn't let my dad find out cause he would kill me then kill Scott. Then I heard talking from downstairs so I got up.

"Okay, so what's going on now?" I asked

Parrish told me how his co-worker set him on fire in his own a car but he apparently came out unscathed so he wants to know what supernatural creature he is.

"What makes you think I know?" I asked

"Well you might...can you just try," Lydia said

I rolled my eyes, and flashed mine at his, he was something but I didn't know what.

"Well, you're something," I said

"Thanks for the help." He said sarcastically

"Look I might be able to turn into a wolf and having glowing purple eyes but that doesn't mean I'm able to figure out the supernatural creatures in this town," I said annoyed

"What about Jackson?" Scott asked

"Yeah that was a little bit different," I said

We fill Parrish in on what he's been missing out on the supernatural.

"How many assassins in Beacon Hills are we talking about?" Parrish asked

"If Haighs got it how easy is it to get this thing now? " He asked

Alice-Great now the whole town of Beacon Hills is going to be after us

Calm down, we'll be fine.

Alice- Really...

Look I get it, what else are we supposed to do run.

Alice-No I'm just saying we might have to get our hands a little dirty

We're not killing anyone.

Alice-What if that's the only way to save your life

We are not-

"Earth to Alex," Scott said

"What sorry," I said

Lydia rolled her eyes and told me that her grandmother is the benefactor.

She started telling the story how her grandmother had a friend named Loraine and that she died on a boating accident also how she was able to know she was dead before the police could find out.

After the long discussion, it was just me, Scott and my dad.

Scott saw the gun on my dad's bed and held it in his hands.

"Be careful with that." He said

"I thought you don't like guns," Scott said

"Does this have to do with you losing your powers?" Scott asked

"My strength, my healing." My dad said