Authors Note: Hey guys :D! I'm so uper duper sorry that I didn't update yesterday, I'm sick, and I just can't. My head really hurts, so when I get better I'll fix anything I missed.

"If you're the wolf, though, I'll chop off your head and piss down the hole"Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Chapter Three

Valerie leaped off of Stiles, as if his skin burnt her. She backed away from the both of them, until the werewolf stopped coughing. The farther, the better. She narrowed her eyes at him, clenching her fists. Watch yourself mongrel she mentally warned. Valerie never took her eyes off of him, never came any closer, didn't even blink.

This was much too soon, she wasn't anywhere near ready to take on a werewolf. Even him, who seemed to be a newbie to the whole thing. Like herself. Just as Valerie was about to take off, a loud cough and the snap of a twig echoed around the forest. All of her thoughts were pointed towards the werewolf, not noticing the figure approaching from behind her.

Valerie turned, going to run, only to bump into a warm, large, buff chest. She looked up, eyes wide, to see neon blue eyes and bared canines. The second Valerie blinked, it all disapeared. Another werewolf. He glared at her as she fell to the floor. Valerie gulped. She didn't have a chance with one, let alone two. If she made it out of this alive, she would bring that cloak everywhere.

"This is private property" her heart hammered, beating out of her chest, and she licked her lips nervously, still just staring up at him. Not only was this man a werewolf, but he was undeniably attractive. Valerie always admired attractive guys, but she never felt like this. He was the kind of guy that gave her dirty, tempting, and horribly sinful thoughts. If she was trespassing he should punish her. Thousands of dirty thoughts swarmed her brain.

Her cheeks bloomed, and she was ready to crawl under a rock and die of pouted and stared at the floor. Even though this guy, this werewolf, wasn't an alpha, he had blue eyes, and according to her grandma's bestiary, that meant he'd killed someone before. Danger.

"Uh, sorry dude, we didn't know, we were trying to find Scott's inh-"

"This?"

The blue eyed beast raised his hand, and Valerie imagined his claws dragging against her skin. In it he held a small white item, an inhaler. Oh. Maybe that's why the other boy, apparently Scott, was coughing. Not because of her perfume, but because of asthma. It was possible, but she'd have to keep an eye out. Valerie almost burst out laughing, she was thinking as if she would get out of here. Two werewolves, two humans, in an empty forest. The outcome wasn't hard to imagine.

Valerie blinked and the beast was no longer holding the inhaler, Scott was. Stiles had stood up, but Valerie was still sitting on the floor, shaky. And that was when it hit her, Stiles, he was most definitely human, he would have died of a coughing fit from her tackling him if he wasn't. He would be her escape goat.

And so, she pushed herself up, stumbling over to Stiles, grabbing a hold of his jackets sleeve and look away from their peering eyes. Valerie didn't want to think about anything, she just wanted to go home. She didn't even bothering listening to the rest of the conversation, and instead walked about a mile away from the blue eyed, extremely sexy, beast.

She gave them a small wave, and bit her lip, eyes watery. Just like that Valerie took off, her pony tail slapping against her back, and their gazes trailing after her. The minute they could no longer see her face, she smirked.

Valerie would need to do some more training.

Sweat drenched her entire body. Valerie narrowed her eyes at the target and twirled the knife with her index finger, she threw the knife. It hit the floor, again.

All this time, she'd been acting as if this hunting thing, was a game, a hobbie. But it wasn't. It was a goal, and eventually, a lifestyle. She'd been using these weapons of destruction for play, and while that did help her lie, many many times, it wasn't going to cut it. She'd have to step it up if she was going to survive in this city.

Valerie took a long ragged breath, picking up a jump rope from the side. Just like that she began jumping. She used to think of exercise as something that took up time, and so she would waste as much time in order to prevent it, that it was all about time, when it wasn't. It was about just doing it. Each step, each breath, each stretch of her muscle, it was all a matter of just doing it.

Left, right, left, right. Click, tap, click, tap.

So far she'd been crap at everything, at least, with the weapons. But when Valerie did agility, endurance, and flexibility, it came as easy as thinking. The sound of the blue, thin, rope hitting the floor, and her steps eased her heartbeat.

When she got home from the woods, she ate dinner with her mother and father, like everything was normal, before going upstairs, and hitting the cell.

Valerie dropped the jump rope, and started pull ups. Her arms aching with each thrust of her body.

It had to be eight thirty by now, almost two hours since dinner, but she didn't worry about her parent's. Her dad never came up to her room unless it was about dinner, or an emergency. Sienna, her mother, however came up to check on her quite alot. Thankfully, tonight her mother was going to hang out at the hospital pretty late, something about bringing a friend who had to work the night shift dinner. Valerie didn't care.

During the time period between dinner and training, Valerie looked up Argent in her grandmother's bestiary. She thought she recognized the girls name, and in face was right. The Argent family were also werewolf hunters, except, they hated The Venator's. Rival family's. Now, considering her mom decided against hunting, it wasn't a surprise when a conversation came up at the dinner table.

"Unf, yum mom" Valerie let out a loud, un-lady like, moan, holding up her plate. Even though she usually hated vegetable's, she'd been forced to eat healthier with training, and after a run and a scare in the woods, she was starved. She piled up a mountain of broccoli on her plate, and only one handful of spaghetti.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, but as usual, said nothing. Instead he busied himself with eating. Sienna seemed to be bright and happy and airy, for whatever the reason. Her foot tapped continuously against the hardwood floor.

"SO! I have news" Sienna chirped.

Valerie's mouth was full of a mush of broccoli, so she just nodded, the same with Kyle.

Sienna shot her disproving look before continue "I stopped to get gas on the way home and I ran into a lovely women. Her and her family just moved here too. Her daughter, Allison I think, is your age Val. So we got to talking, and I invited her family over for dinner tomorrow night."

Valerie choked, her throat drowning in a sea of green vegetables, struggling to swing back a glass of water and clear the passage.

At first, she only reacted the way she did because she didn't expect to interact with Allison for a long time, her joining the popular clique so fast. But when Valerie saw who the Argent's were, she just about threw up. They were coming over for dinner. Lies. All of it. The Argent's had been searching wildly and vastly, for years, trying to get a hold of The Venator Cloak.

And so, using an eyedropper, Valerie placed a bit of her perfume in her father's aftershave, and her mother's lotion. She then went straight to training, and afterwards, Valerie would sit on the balcony and over think what she would do that night. As protection. For the cloak. There was the Cell, of course, but it wasn't too discreet, behind her dresser, a hunter could find it easy.

Valerie dropped from the pull up bar and flipped her bangs off of her sweaty forehead.

Sitting with the cool night air against her skin felt amazing, but Valerie was positive it'd be a bitch waking up in the morning. She stared subconsciously at Stiles' house, biting her lip, and holding her arms around her knees.

How would she hide the Cell?

It was easy to imagine how Mr/or/Mrs Argent would attempt. They'd 'go to the bathroom' and accidentally end up in Valerie's bedroom. So she would just booby trap her room. Lock it first, but then what? baby powder pranks popped up in her head and she wrinkled her nose. No, that wouldn't do.

Valerie needed something she could keep, permanently, that she herself could avoid, and only her. That way, if the mysterious sex god from the wilderness got his snout where it didn't belong, it would be dealt with. Valerie had a solution to the second one, from her Grandmother's book, she would just run a vaporizer in her room while she slept, and seep the cent of wolfsbane into all her walls and furniture.

No werewolf would be able to step foot in without dying. Hopefully. A small whistle caught her ears and she flinched. Sitting in his window was none other then Stiles. The human boy. Valerie knew she shouldn't, but she reached down and picked up the leftover stack of papers, and a stray pen.

And that's how it started, instead of texting, the two chatted from paper airplanes.

Valerie wrote

Hi, I'm Valerie

Stiles wrote

Why were you in the woods?

Playing tag *sarcasm* I was out on a run

Valerie rolled her eyes.

Why don't you talk?

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...

...

Shutup

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...

Just kidding

Hi

Hi

Bye

Valerie stretched, and yawned, eyes shooting towards the clock inside her room. Almost midnight. She must of been training harder then she thought. Waking up would a bitch, she knew it. She'd changed almost everything about her usual routine, she'd start waking up and hour before school so she could go running, eat better, train harder. Luckily, her favorite artist on 8tracks had created a new playlist that was perfect. She could just listen to it while she exercised.

"What do you think you're doing?"

A familiar woman sat on Valerie's bed, legs crossed. She wore a black pencil skirt, crimson red heels, and The Venator Cloak. Cascading down her back was brilliant sunshine colored locks.

"G-gran?" Valerie croaked from the balcony, standing quickly, and straightening her clothes.

"What do you think you're doing?"she repeated, her eyebrows raised.

Valerie scrunched up her nose in confusion. What was going on? Why was her grandmother young? Why was she alive, and in her bedroom?

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Grandma Venator screamed the sentence over and over again, like her life depended on the answer.

R!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR!NGR! NGR!NGR!NG

Valerie burst up in bed, the alarm blaring in her ear. Jesus Christ Valerie groaned what kind of nightmare was that? she remembered her reading Divergent, the dream reminded her of the Initation. It was so weird seeing her grandmother moving, alive, young, but most of all, angry. Tabitha Venator was the nicest, quietest, frail thing, at least that's how Valerie remembered her.

Sitting in her special chair on Christmas, carefully unwrapping her presents, chatting absent mindedly with Sienna, across from Valerie, who sat in a mountain of wrapping paper. Before, when Valerie heard about her grandmother's death, she felt sad, but not depressed. She didn't really know Tabitha, but now, reading her handwriting, wearing her perfume, her cloak, her heart weighed about a hundred pounds in her chest.

Valerie slowly dragged her aching body out of bed, and pulled on her running gear, this time sticking the cloack in her bag, folding it up, and wrapping it in a casual red hoodie. Just in case.

She just hoped she wouldn't run into that werewolf again.

Author's Note: Oh my lord, I am so sorry for writing this so late, and its probably not that good, but like my writing will pick back up soon, I think I'm getting better, then again its 7 pm and when I wake up, ill probably feel like crap.

ALSO, if you guys wanted to check out my 8tracks, I'm on there as simplexi. As mentioned on my profile, I go by many many names on the interweb :3, on there its Lexi. But that doesn't mean anything, my writing Alias is Iliana and that's what I wish to be referred as on here :3.

Anyway, leave me feedback please! once again, I'm truly sorry, this was just a filler because im all hopped up on medicine, and as mentioned, I just dont feel well.

xoxo, iliana.