I'd give up my eyes to see you one last time
And I'd give all my fingertips to touch you
And I could paint you picture perfect even if I were blinded
But you have to die for me to see how to live

- Picture Perfect, Escape the Fate

Kate Argent was reading in bed after the incredibly long day. She liked to unwind with a good book at the end of the day. Suddenly a loud crash broke the peaceful silence, when a flaming bottle came crashing through the window and landed on the floor. Instantly a fire spread across the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Chris!" Kate yelled out for her brother, the fire trapping her on the bed. For the first time in a long time Kate Argent feared for her life.

Chris Argent ran into his sister's room and stopped short seeing the fire. "Victoria, call the fire department and get Allison out of the house." He yelled over his shoulder, before running into the room and grabbed his sister, lifting her out of the room and to safety. The Argent family ran out of the house and saw the word MURDERERS spray painted on the front of the house. They watched the glow of the fire from the guest bedroom window and huddled together in fear.

The fire department arrived quickly along with the police. It took them a good twenty minutes put out the fire. Luckily it hadn't spread to the rest of the house and the damage to Kate's room was minimal.

Allison clung to her mother in fear of the attacker being nearby and shook slightly at the idea of someone trying to hurt or even kill one of her family.

John Stilinski arrived at the scene and after speaking with the responding officer he approached the Argent family. "Mr Argent."

Chris turned to the Sheriff and nodded his head. "Sheriff Stilinski." He shook hands with the man. "I really hope you can help me here."

"I'll do my best. Did you or your family notice anything unusual today? Anyone suspicious hanging around your house?" John asked taking out his notebook.

Chris shook his head. "No. Victoria?" He looked to his wife.

John nodded. "Can I ask which room the firebomb was thrown into?"

"Mine." Kate stepped forward.

"Can you think of any reason why someone might target you Miss Argent?" John Stilinski asked the woman.

Kate shook her head. "No. I've only just arrived in Beacon Hills."

"So you have no idea why someone would accuse you or your family of being murderers?" He motioned to the word on the front door.

"None." Kate sighed. "I have no idea who could have done this."

Once the police were gone and Victoria was soothing Allison in her room. Chris turned to his sister. "Who did you piss off?" He asked her sternly.

Kate shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe it was the Alpha."

"The Alpha doesn't play mind games. What aren't you telling me Kate?" Chris asked angrily.

Kate sighed. "There's this vampire…"

Chris shook his head. "You got yourself involved with a VAMPIRE!" He exclaimed. "I can't believe you brought this to my house. Vampires are far worse than werewolves, you know it's near impossible to kill them. They like to play with their food and this vampire has just drawn a target on my front door." Chris yelled.

Kate glared at her brother. "You asked me here REMEMBER!"

"I wouldn't have if I had known you were going to bring a fucking vampire into town, as if an Alpha isn't enough." Chris yelled. "I can't believe you! Why? Why would you try and take on a vampire."

Kate sighed. "I thought I had it handled."

Chris's eyes widened. "This isn't just a hunt, it's a revenge plot too, isn't it?" He exclaimed.

"I'll handle it." Kate snapped.

"And what if this vampire goes after Allison?" Chris asked angrily. "If you get my daughter killed, I will never forgive you." Chris snarled and left the room, slamming the door behind him in anger.

Immortal

Emily Hart walked through the hallway of Beacon Hills High and ignored the looks she was getting from everyone she passed. Emily flipped her long chestnut hair over her shoulder and moved towards the administrations office. She reached the desk and smiled at the woman behind it. "Hi, I'm transferring today. Emily Hart."

The woman nodded. "I'm sorry but we don't have any records for you."

"Please check again." Emily lowered her sunglasses. "I'm sure you'll find everything you need." She smiled at the woman.

"Ah here we are. Yes you need to fill these out so I can put a timetable together for you and I'll organise for someone to show you to your first class." She handed over a clipboard.

Emily nodded. "Thank you." She took the clipboard and sat down on one of the plastic chairs and began to fill out the forms. She handed them over and the woman filled out her timetable. "Okay if you'll just like to wait for a moment and I'll get the vice principal to show you to your first class. Which is… Chemistry."

"Thank you." Emily sat back down and waited. She was waiting ten minutes when a man walked down the corridor.

The man stopped in front of her with a smile. "Sorry to keep you waiting. If you'd like to follow me." He motioned for Emily to follow him. "So you've just moved here from… Virginia. Why Beacon Hills?" He asked.

"My parents recently passed away and I was emancipated. They met here and they always talked about Beacon Hills being a wonderful place to live so… here I am." Emily bullshitted.

"I'm so sorry to here that. Lets hope Beacon Hills lives up to your expectations." He knocked on a classroom door and pushed it open. "Mr Harris, we've one more for you. Class this is Emily Hart. I'm sure you'll all do your best to make her feel welcome."

Mr Harris looked at the young woman and cleared his throat. "Have a seat Miss Hart." He motioned to the empty chair.

Emily walked over to the empty spot and sat down.

"Just a friendly reminder - Parent/teacher conferences are tonight." Harris announced to the class. Students below a C average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Harris looked around the classroom. "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?"

Everyone except Emily turned to look at a boy with a buzz cut bent over a book with a highlighter in his hand and the cap pressed between his lips.

The door opened and a boy walked in. "Sorry." He mumbled and took his seat.

Harris walked over to the boy. "Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason you let me know." Harris turned around. "Everyone, start reading Chapter Nine. Mr Stilinski. Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry, not a colouring book." He turned to Emily. "Miss Hart, where is your textbook?"

"They haven't arrived yet." Emily told him.

Harris huffed. "Fine I'm sure Danny won't mind sharing with you." He looked at the boy sat next to me.

Danny shook his head. "No problem." He pushed the book closer to Emily.

Emily leant in to read the book. "I don't think he likes me very much." She whispered to Danny with a smile.

Danny glanced over his shoulder to make sure Harris was out of earshot. "Don't worry he doesn't like anyone very much but he'll never hate you as much as he hates Stilinski."

Emily chuckled. "Emily."

"Danny." He shook her hand.

"Hey, Danny." The boy behind them whispered. "Can I ask you a question?"

"No." Danny shook his head.

"Well, I'm going to anyway. Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?" Stiles asked.

"No."

Stiles bit his lip. "Can I ask you another question?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Answer's still no."

"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?" Stiles asked.

Danny glanced at the boy who'd walked in late. "He wouldn't tell me."

Stiles frowned. "But he's your best friend." He thought about it leaning forward on his seat. "One more question." He whispered.

"What?" Danny hissed.

"Do you find me attractive?" Stiles asked.

Emily snorted and cleared her throat.

There was a crash when the boy fell off his seat. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck and tried to subtly sit back down.

The bell sounded and Emily swung her bag over her shoulder. "Thanks for letting me share your textbook." She thanked Danny.

"No problem. You know they have spare textbooks in the library. You could borrow those until yours come." Danny told her. "What class do you have next?"

Emily looked down at her timetable. "Er… Economics."

Danny nodded. "Me too. Coach is always ten minutes late. I'll show you where the library is." He motioned for me to follow him. "So what brings you to this dump?"

"My parents died." Emily looked down at the floor. "Car accident. I'm emancipated now so I came here. This is where they grew up."

"Oh sorry." Danny apologised.

Emily smiled. "It's okay. So what's the deal here?"

Danny shrugged. "Not really much of a deal. Lacrosse is the sport here. Not football."

"Really? Damn I like football." Emily sighed. "Okay so I've got to like lacrosse… I can get behind that. What else?"

"Try to stay on the teachers good side. Stay out of trouble and avoid the weirdos." Danny listed off. "Basically the same as any other high school." He pushed open a door. "And this is the library. Hey Macy."

The woman behind the desk smiled. "Danny, shouldn't you be in class."

Danny nodded. "This is Emily. She's in need of some textbooks. Hers haven't arrived yet."

Macy smiled at Emily. "Give me a second. Do you have your timetable?"

Emily nodded and handed it over.

"Yep we have all of these. I'll be one second." Macy walked off.

"Thanks for this."

Danny waved off my thanks. "It's nothing. So what do you like to do?"

Emily shrugged. "I like to draw and run."

Danny nodded. "That's cool."

"Okay hun, here you go. Obviously you can't write in these. Bring em back when your's arrive." Macy told her handing over a stack of books and her timetable.

"Thank you so much." Emily smiled at her.

"You're welcome sweetie." Macy nodded.

Danny and Emily left the library and hurried to Econ, one minute before Coach. "Okay everyone time for a little history. Who can tell me when the New York's Knickerbocker Bank failed?" Coach asked. "Greenburg put your hand down." He looked around the room. "Danny." He turned to Danny.

Danny shook his head. "Sorry Coach."

"1907." Emily didn't look up from her book, tapping her pencil on her notebook.

"Who the hell are you?" Coach asked.

"Emily Hart. I'm new." Emily shrugged. "I'm good with dates."

Coach frowned. "Okay lets test that. Black Thursday."

"1929." Emily answered. "That one's easy."

"Alright." Coach pressed his lips together. "President Lyndon B. Johnson signs a landmark amendment to the Social Security Act."

Emily pressed her lips together. "1965."

"Federal Reserve Act." Coach took a step forward.

"1913."

"Unemployment Assistance Act."

"1956."

"The Three Mile Island disaster."

"1979."

"The opening of the Panama canal."

"1914."

Coach grinned. "Ha it was 1913."

Emily frowned. "No Coach it was 1914."

"Someone look it up." Coach huffed.

Danny typed it into his phone and grinned. "1914 Coach. She's right."

Everyone started talking amongst themselves.

Coach huffed. "Alright everyone turn to page 18 in your books and copy out the timeline. I want those dates memorised." He sat down at his desk and began to grade papers.

The day ended and Emily packed her things into her locker.

"Hey Em, do you wanna come watch lacrosse practise?" Danny asked her.

Emily shook her head. "I can't I have a thing. But thanks. I'll see you tomorrow?" Emily waved and walked off out into the sunshine putting on her sunglasses and walked over to her car, driving off.

Immortal

Emily walked into the long stay ward of the hospital. "Hey Jennifer."

"Hi Emily. Go on through. He's waiting for you." Jennifer motioned down the corridor.

Emily smiled at her and walked into the hospital room. "Well that was a bore. I'm telling you high school was invented as a form of torture." She sat down on the chair beside the bed. "So I haven't run into your little beta yet but I did pay a little visit to our friends. It was a little dramatic but you know I like to be dramatic." Emily winked at him. "I didn't see the daughter either today but Rome wasn't built in a day I guess." Emily reached into her bag and pulled out a book. "Oh I heard about your little trip to the video store." She turned to the right page. "Okay so I read ahead a little and you're never going to believe what Jacob is." She smiled and started to read.

Immortal

Emily left the hospital and made her way to her car when she almost got knocked over by a Jeep pulling into the hospital. "Hey." She exclaimed.

"I'm sorry but I er… I have to… Oh my god." Stiles ran a hand over his head and panted slightly on the verge of a panic attack.

"Look, look. Calm down. Okay. Breathe." Emily told him. "Are you hurt?"

Stiles shook his head. "No, my dad. He got hit by a car. I er… I have to go. I'm sorry about nearly hitting you. I just…"

Emily smiled. "Go. Go. I hope he's ok." She motioned for him to go and watched him run into the hospital. She dropped the smile and started the car driving off. Emily stopped by an all night garage and bought a bunch of flowers before driving round to the burnt down Hale house. Emily got out of her car and sighed. She walked over to the porch and placed the flowers down resting her hand on the burnt wood.

"So you're really going?" Talia asked her.

"Yeah. I need to go somewhere big and fast. New York is the city that never sleeps." Emily passed her the cigarette. "NYU is a great college. Come with me."

Talia laughed. "I can't afford to go to college." She handed Emily the cigarette.

"Honey I'm nine hundred years old I have more money than sense. It'll be fun. You. Me. New York. Living in a penthouse apartment. Come with me." Emily smiled. "This dump will still be here in three years." She tossed away the butt of the cigarette.

Talia smiled. "Okay. Okay lets do it." She leant in and kissed her.

"What are you doing here?"

Emily turned and looked at a figure stood in the doorway.