Authors Note: I am so sorry for not updaitng, but im having problems with my computer, and so like all its been doing is letting me watch movies on Megashare, luckily I took the battery out of it and like used a can of air to clean to keyboard and then I ran a scan on my AVG protection, and its working better! ALSO be sure to check out the poll up on my profile for this story.

"Red Riding Hood ran from her wolf," he told her with an edge of amusement.
"Red Riding Hood didn´t know what the hell she was missing" ― Lora Leigh, Jacob's Faith

Chapter Five

Valerie stood infront of the mirror smirking, she ran a comb through her hair at a sloth like pace. She was taking as long as possible to get ready, having already figured out how the Argent's planned on getting the cloak. They'd ask to go to the bathroom and get 'lost' along the way, pfft. Cliche. So here she was, late to dinner downstairs, waiting for one of the Argents to stumble through her door, caught in the action.

It took a bit longer then she first thought, but her mother was just one of those people who could entertain for hours, so it wasn't too surprising.

The handle on her door moved slowly and the door creaked open. A man stepped through, staring at Valerie, thoroughly surprised to see her there. He was kind of hot, but so were a lot of people in Beacon, Valerie didn't bat an eye. Especially after the she read the story of Tabitha and Gerard.

"Sorry, I was uh, looking for the bathroom?" he tried to casually look around the room, but Valerie saw straight through him. Nonetheless, she gave him a tight lipped smile and turned him around, one hand on his shoulder, like a threat. Valerie pointed to the right door and then slammed hers in front of him.

She stood accomplished. Her once curly, long, crazy honey colored hair had been straightened to perfection, and now looked platinum blonde. She wore a pink head band to hold her bangs back, and a pair of matching pink flats, and then a black lacy, mid thigh, dress. Her whole family must have looked overdressed, for the man was wearing a pair of jeans and a casual t-shirt and jacket.

Valerie locked her bedroom door behind her, and waited until the man came out of the bathroom, walking down the stairs with him. He tried to make conversation, but Valerie brushed him off, like a piece of lint.

When they got to the dinner table, Valerie had to keep from frowning. Allison was there at the table, with her particularly evil looking mother. had really really short fire red hair and narrow, almost malicious eyes. Like a snake.

Sienna looked extremely happy, but kind of pale, Valerie noted. Her long ebony hair was curled to perfection and she wore a gorgeous turqoise dress that matched her green eyes. Kyle looked laid back, like , except his blonde hair was perfectly moused and there was a bright smile on his face, as per usual.

Valerie pulled out a chair and sat across from Allison, giving her a gentle smile. Allison looked like she was in shock from seeing Valerie all dressed up, she must of assumed Valerie was ugly because she enjoyed dressing comfortably. She tried not to frown and instead took a sip of her , which looked suspiciously childish in the wine glass. Valerie had never tried wine, but Allison had a glass, maybe Valerie would try it after everyone's gone.

"Its lovely to meet you, Veronica was it?" sent her a 'im totally going to kill your family' smile, or some might call it friendly.

Valerie shook her head and tried not to glare, instead her mother corrected her.

"No, Valerie" Sienna shrugged her shoulders and took another drink of wine.

Eventually, the table smoothed into a comfortable situation, and Valerie stopped paying attention. Instead she made play with amusing Allison. She picked the spoon up off the table and place it on her nose, trying to hang it. Allison giggled.

"And that's how you cook the fi-"

"Hnnnnn..."

"Valerie!" Sienna hissed sharply.

Valerie had now taken to pretending to be asleep. Her mother would certainly kill her, if the Argent's didn't first. She knew how to mold into a happy person, it was surpsingly easy. That's how the rest of the dinner went until, at the very end, Allison decided to ask a particular question.

"So, why were you out of school to-"

Valerie kicked her shin, trying especially hard not to bruise her, just shut her up. It was too late. Sienna was fuming, and Kyle looked dissapointed, shooting her a look. Guilt flowed through her veins and her eyes returned to her plate. She silently munched on her steak, chewing slowly.

"Are you planning on attending the Lacross Game tomorrow night?" chirped, giving Sienna a look of pure and utter innocence, which did nothing but fuel Valerie's anger. She knew the dinner was painful, but she didn't realize that it meant she would have to go to a sports game. Valerie hated sports. At her old school, none of the parents came, it was just teenagers hooking up, getting high, and hanging out with their friends.

Valerie never went to a single one, for she was a virgin, had never done drugs, and didn't really have any friends. Unless you count her math teacher, who she sometimes ate lunch with. was one of her favorite teacher, she was this cheerful little curvy thing with gorgeus black hair. She was one of those people that everybody liked, even the 'thugs' were nice to .

"We didn't know there was one, of course we'll be going" Sienna nodded her head and took a bite of her neatly cut pieces of steak.

I can't believe I'm here Valerie thought in disbelief, standing next to the bleachers, just staring at the boys run around with their sticks out, playing with a ball. It was much...rougher then Valerie originally noted. She let out little breaths, watching her lips makes rings in the cold air.

Allison and her father moved to sit with Lydia, and so that's where Sienna and Kyle were. decided not to come. How odd, seeing as she was the one who suggested they go Valerie rolled her eyes at the thought. Her once straight hair had now waved out in curls, and she changed into a pair of grey jeans, red heals, and a black leather jacket, which reminded her of him.

Ahh, The Werewolf From The Woods. He'd been on her mind ever since he drove her home and made no attempt to hurt her, instead tried to get to know her. With the modern times, Valerie never really had anyone try to get her know her, really ask what she likes, or anything like that. They just assumed, instead of truly finding out.

That's probably why Lydia was so shocked to see her in heals, the cherry red heals in particular were digging into the dewy green grass. A sight that the queen bee almost hissed at. Valerie smirked and pushed her heals into the dirt a little more, feeling that wonderful feeling of Lydia's glare on her back.

Stiles was on the Lacrosse team, Valerie came to find out, granted he wash benched for the whole game. She wanted to see him play, but the douchey looking coach didn't seem to think he was a part of a team. Valerie was sure that he could do well if they let him. She had her bag with her, the cloak hidden inside it. A simple Lacrosse game never hurt anyone, but it was killing Valerie.

The game was coming to an end, and none of the players had passed Scott, who Valerie came to find out was co captain, the ball. He was getting angrier and angrie by the second, and more violant. So Valerie was right. He was a werewolf. He kept shooting Allison these hopeful glances, and so she followed his gaze, and found her to be holding up a sign with Lydia, cheering for Jackson, a blonde, rich, jock boy, residential king bee.

Valerie stole a gaze at her parents, who were chatting animatedly with about the game. Good, they wouldn't notice her slip away. And so she did. She crept over to the girls locker room, used mostly for the swim team, and tugged on her cloak. Valerie was sure to tie her hair up and pin back her bangs.

The crimson cloak stood out in the drab atmosphere, shielding her identity with its shadow. Valerie slipped off her heals and slid them in her bag, no way in hell was she wrecking them THAT much. She only got them dirty to make Lydia mad. Her bare feet padded against the cold tile, and finally, she put on the finishing touch. She spritzed herself with the perfume.

Valerie dashed outside, bobbing and weaving, being sure not to stay still, a red blur. Scott wasn't on the field, neither was Stiles. A somewhat muffled yelp later, she ran into the boys locker room. There were many ways that sentence could lead someone to believe erotic things were to come, that someone would be terribly wrong.

Scott stood ontop of one of the lockers, eyes yellow, teeth fanged, and Stiles cowered on the floor.

She couldn't train forever, now was now, and this was happening, she would protect Stiles. The human boy with the acute sense of airplane making skills. Valerie pulled wolfsbane soaked knife, and swirled it around her index finger. Then she pounced, like a feline, in front of Stiles.

Scott roared at her and went for the kill.

Valerie snarled back and raised her blade.

And that's how he ended up on the floor, with a not very deep, wolfsbane cut on the top of his palm. It wasn't a scar, it only broke one layer of skin, just enough to turn him back to human. Pain did that. The wolfsbane made it burn, though, which meant it would it take longer then usual to heal.

Without a second glance at the quickly calming werewolf, Valerie dashed back to changed out of her 'uniform' and put a smile on, back to that mute little girl persona.

Authors Note: So, tell me everything! what did you guys think? I've had that Scott Valerie fight scene in my head when I was writing the second chapter, and decided it would fit well into this one. So, A LOT, of plot development. I promise you, Valerie will not end up like Allison, she thinks like her, but what she doesn't realize is she didn't hurt Derek when she got the chance, and she only slighly harmed Scott in order to protect Stiles and keep him in control.

ALSO today was the first appearance of the, many to follow, mysterious girl with the red cloak. Its obvious that Scott will ask Derek about her, and like the Alpha, they will try to uncover her identity, but no need to worry, I've got something planned for the season one finale.

xoxo, Iliana