A/N: Hello fellow fanfictioners! I would like to state that I neither own these characters, nor do I own Teen Wolf. Enjoy my story and please leave a review! It's very important to me to receive feedback. Of course the story hasn't exactly progressed yet so many of you may be confused but I can promise you it's getting there!

He scrutinized her arm discreetly and threw his head back, engulfing the contents of the small shot of tequila between his lips. How could someone allow themselves to reach a point where the blade becomes their only company?

"Just a little more small talk and she's mine for tonight. Is she the right one to do this with, though?" he thought to himself.

"Yes, I think so," he added and looked back at the fresh scars running down her arm.

"There must be poison in this tequila shot," he thought as he winced at the bitter flavor and allowed her hand to slither along his thigh.

"I don't do this often you know," she panted and peeled her shirt from her body and tossed it carelessly on the floor.

"What? Hook up with taken guys, or do one night stands?" He popped the buttons on his shirt quickly and continued kissing her neck.

"Both."

He carried her from her waist and threw her on the bed.

After about twenty minutes, she finally spoke.

"So, what is it then? Obsessive, clingy girlfriend? Wait- no. She's...ugly? Ah, we have a winner. She's ugly isn't she?"

"No, she's actually beautiful."

"Then what is it? Why wasn't she good enough to keep you?"

"She is good enough; she's perfect actually. But she's too perfect."

"Ah, and you-being the sexy, young man you are-need a girl who's...?"

"Not so perfect."

"And how do you know I'm not perfect," she challenged.

"I saw your arm," he said weakly, and her expression changed from sensual to horrified.

"Is this some sadistic fetish you have? Scars?" She left the bed and searched the hotel floor frantically in the dark for her clothes.

"No! No, you're misunderstanding. I like you."

"Yeah? I bet that's what your girlfriend thought too. I was wrong, you're not a star. You're not nearly as deep as I thought you were."

She wore her bra and shirt and quickly searched for her panties.

"Looking for this?" he asked with his eyebrows arched while brandishing her Victoria's Secret panties.

"Give me that!" She snatched it away from him and got fully dressed.

"Wait, I didn't even get your name!"

"Screw you." She grabbed her purse and car keys and struggled to fasten her heels' straps.

"Well, you already did," he smirked maliciously.

"You're a douche, you know that?"

"Yeah, I might have been told that once or twice."

She rolled her eyes in disgust and disappeared through the door.

He smiled and flung himself out of the bed. As he was walking across the room, he saw an orange container on the floor.

"Erica Reyes. Pills. If found, return to owner immediately."

There was a number scrawled in horrible doctor handwriting under that. Isaac examined the medicine bottle and smiled to himself.

"Looks like I'll be seeing you again after all, Erica."

"I knew I shouldn't mess around with a taken guy. My scars? Why did he care so much about my scars, anyway? I have to stop pretending to be a normal girl. Crap, I forgot to take my damn pills." She stopped and searched through her bag, but the orange container was nowhere to be found.

"Where the hell did I put it?" Then she suddenly stopped, her eyes wide.

"Oh, no."

She was panicking and was near tears. They were in the hotel room; they had to be. What would she do? What if he left? She decided she would go and check anyway. She didn't have much time, though. If she didn't take it soon, she would seize in front of everyone.

She started running and in no time, she began panting. That wasn't a good sign.

When she finally reached the hotel room, she stood in front of the door nervously.

She inhaled deeply and knocked on the door.

There was no reply at first.

She began to panic. What if he wasn't here? She would seize soon and she wouldn't be able to stop. She could die. She needed those pills.

But then he opened.

"Oh. Didn't think I'd ever see you again," he smiled his crooked smile.

"I forgot something. It's...important."

He just arched his eyebrows.

"REALLY important. Look, you really need to let me in. Now."

"Pushy. I like that," he smirked and she pushed him aside and stepped in.

"Where...where is it?" She tossed books and papers and pillows but she couldn't find it.

"I'll tell you what. Tell me what you're looking for and I'll help you look."

"My...um...nevermind. I don't need your help; I'll find it myself."

She hurriedly went through all the drawers of the place and found no trace of her medicine. She was losing time.

This was no time to decide to be embarrassed about this. Epilepsy was nothing to be ashamed of. She decided she would only find them with his help.

"I'm looking for pills, okay!"

"What kind of pills?"

She hesitated.

"How badly do you want them?"

"EPILEPSY. Yes, I'm an epileptic! Hurry, help me!"

A look of horror spread across Isaac's face and he fumbled through his pocket for the medicine container.

EPILEPSY? He didn't know the pills were that serious. He thought they were birth control pills or vitamins or something equally unimportant.

He quickly handed her the container. She eyed him with disgust, but decided there was no time to argue. She needed them now.

She quickly threw the pills down her throat without the comfort of water.

"Epilepsy? I'm-I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"

But her eyes began to roll backwards and her body began to shake vigorously. She dropped to the floor and began seizing uncontrollably.