Cast list:

Niall Horan as James Robertson

Harry Styles as Edward

Blythe Danner as James' mum

Colton Haynes as Zachariah

Jared Padalecki as Xavier

Model as Scarlet Rose Ashburn

"You're mad, aren't you?"

"Quite."

"Look, he told me he was different, so I let him g-"

"Fuck, James, you almost got me killed! This 'oh so different' fangwolf got half a dozen of his fully-turned friends to find me; I had to take them out by myself, God damn it!"

"Sorry."

"You little shit."

"Sorry."

"Bye, James."

"Bye, Scarlet Rose."

James and I have been hunting together for ages. Frankly, I have no idea why - it would be far more logical for me to hunt on my own seen as he still, after seven years, can't grasp the concept that all fangwolves must die. Idiot. None-the-less, he's a nice guy (maybe a little too nice), and this job would be lonely as shit without him. Still, his nonjudgmental attitude toward the only things in his life that have ever caused him great suffering will always remain a mystery to me.

"Scarlet, dinner!"

Food. Hell yeah.

My mum spends far too much time cooking and reading Jane Austen novels, but at least she socialises with me enough to know that my favourite food is spaghetti which is exactly what she's made for me tonight, bless her. As I approach the little round table I notice her nose scrunch up and her eyes getting narrower as if the sun's in her eyes. Am I really that radiant? Ha-ha, but seriously, she only ever does that when she's pissed off. Jesus, what have I done know?

I drag out my chair and drop into it rather more violently than intended. "...what?" I hiss.

"Scarlet Rose Ashburn, you know how I feel about, well, those!" mum snapped, making a vague gesture towards me with her fork.

"My tattoos?"

"Yes. Go put a cardigan on. Oh, and take out your piercings, they're not ladylike!" Bloody hell, not this again! Every time she catches a glimpse of my ink she has a fit. Some people need to calm the fuck down.

"I bet if Elizabeth Bennet had them you'd think differently." I exclaim, pushing my spaghetti across my plate.

"Just get them out of face, Scarlet." she commanded while pointing her sharp, skeleton-esque finger to the coat pegs across which my old cable knit jumper is draped. Oh God, no. I stand up with such force that my chair slammed into the floor. Unlike last time, violence was intended. After a walk of shame that seemed to last three million centuries, I pull the itchy piece of shit over my head and return to my mother, lifting my chair and replacing it at the table. Once I'd taken a seat, my mother went on to ask me where I'd been today. "Out." I snapped. Well, it wasn't a lie, I have been out so she can't complain. My mum knows that my only friend is James so she managed guess that I'd been with him. You can't argue with me when I say she's intellectually superior (note sarcasm). Her face lights up, "With James! Oh brilliant, I love that boy..."

Here she goes again.

"Despite his hideous tattoos and body stud things, he's lovely. James has always been beside you when everyone else has unsurprisingly given up; how sweet it that? Ah, I'm telling you Scarlet, you will never meet a boy more happy, positive and accepting - he's a great influence on you; he balances you out. Scarlet, you need to marry him-"

Jesus Christ, she gets so excited at the name 'James Robertson'. In all seriousness, I think he means more to her than he does to me. Maybe she should just marry him, God!

I roll my eyes and slam my cutlery onto the smooth mahogany, scratching off the varnish - oops. "I'm done." I announce. Headed toward the door, I turn my back on the table and , under her breath, I hear my mother whisper that she'd never have adopted me if she'd have known I'd be this moody. Oh wow. Don't sugar coat it, mum.

Pulling off my disgusting cream knitwear, I storm out of the house and make my way up to James' place, the pub/bed and breakfast along the road. Mrs. Robertson always knows how to make me feel better. On my arrival, James grabs my shoulders and exclaims "Scarlet! Have you seen the news?" Recovering from the shock, I inform him that I haven't, as a matter of fact, seen the news. I'm still mad at James so I shake off his hands and walk over to his mum. "Mrs. Robertson!" I cry like and excited puppy. So not me. "Scarlet," she laughed, "today hasn't been a great day for you then, huh?" she added, subtly nodding towards the TV screen. The screen depicts six massive wolves strewn across the floor - all with bloody wounds to their chests - and the headline read 'SIX WOLVES FOUND MASSACRED TODAY IN THE WOODS'. Holy shit, I killed them! Why the fuck did I forget to hide the bodies? This is a schoolboy error! At least I didn't leave any evidence that it was me.

"Come now, honey, I know you've had a tough day. James told me all about it. If it'll make you feel any better, I've got a surprise for you."

Dragging my eyes away from the horrifying images on the TV, I grin at Mrs. Robertson. Her surprises are always good. After a few seconds of rummaging and muttering from behind the bar, she finally emerges with a sparkling knew dagger. Smooth zinc blade, gold-plated handle with the hunters' motto 'silence the moon' engraved on it, leather holster; it's just perfect! My eyes widen in awe as stare at it. "I can't thank you enough, Lilith, it's beautiful!" Mrs. Robertson is slightly taken back by the fact that I just called acknowledged her by her real name. Strange - James does it all the time. She gets over it and wraps her arms around me, telling me that I deserve the gift. James, who had gone upstairs after I pushed him away, emerged with a little smile on his face. From the look in his eyes, I can tell this was his idea. We've been best friends for thirteen years and I can read him like a book.

I give up, who cares if he almost got me killed and made me so mad that I forgot hide the fangwolves' bodies? I just can't stay mad at James Robertson - he's too nice and cuddly - damn it. I run up to him and fling my arms around his neck. Laughing, he asks; "are you still mad?"

"Shut up and hug me, you idiot!" I replied.

My mother wasn't surprised when I called home to say I was spending the night at James'. We had decided that in the morning we were going to examine the bodies of the wolves to try and identify the pack and eventually find (and kill) the one that got away. Obviously, mum can't know that. Mum doesn't even know I'm a hunter. I just tell her that James and I are studying together - what she doesn't know won't kill her.