Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
Alec's POV
That bitch was getting to Damon. She would be the downfall of his pack, and where would that leave me? She can't die, because just looking at Damon could show you how purely whipped he was, and he couldn't live without her. She couldn't leave, because that would make Damon go into a frenzy trying to find her.
                          
But she also can't stay. She is a distraction to Damon and purely just un-Luna worthy. It's not right. There are no options.
                          
Collin was humming to something from a TV show, staring out the window and watching as we passed through the dense forests that surrounded Damon's pack. Sylvia was fixing her makeup in the overhead car mirror, and my hand was all the way at the top of her thigh. I squeezed her bony thigh and she peered over at me.
                          
"What?" She hissed.
                          
"What crawled up your but, other than me?" I asked with a smirk.
                          
"Oh shut it. You just let her bully me, without saying anything!" She huffed.
                          
"That bitch will regret the day she took my man away from me." Sylvia finished.
                          
Collin looked at us with Sylvia's use of foul language but went back to staring out the window after a second. He was used to all these words by now.
                          
"I just can't with her though! She's flawless, not a thing I can find wrong about her! If I could just find something, some secret to use against her, I would do it in a heartbeat." She said, starting up conversation again.
                          
"Yea, but you're much better looking. I mean, your hot, and you know how to flaunt it," I commented. Hey, I wanted to get laid tonight, so what else was I to do besides compliment her?
                          
"Yea, but she's still a freaking virgin! She can't flaunt what she's got if she's not shown it to anyone yet." She added.
                          
"I'm sure she's not still one. How would you know?" I intrigued. Emerald was extremely attractive, so why would she save her innocence? And how would Sylvia know? Sylvia hates Emerald!
                          
"She told me. I accused her of being the slut she is and how Damon only keeps her here so he can get some, and she said how she hasn't given anything to Damon yet and how she was still a virgin. Like ugh- how!" She screeched.
                          
Collin finally decided to speak up.
                          
"What's a virgin?" He asked with that innocent look all six year olds have when asking a question.
                          
"Someone who hasn't had sex yet." Sylvia answered, not caring about how we try to keep Collin away from some of the bad things.
                          
"What's sex?" He asked with that same face.
                          
Oh goddess, here comes the birds in the bees talk.
                          
"It's what people do to have fun." Sylvia answered again dismissively.
                          
"I want to have sex! I wanna have fun!" He giggled and jumped up and down in his seat.
                          
I snorted, dying of laughter. So he would turn out like a player, just like Damon and I. 
                          
Good boy.
                          
Sylvia also started to laugh, but she did that fake, attention seeking, bubbly rolling laugh that annoyed the hell out of me. I groaned inwardly. Did she always have to be so fake? I mean, she was evil and slutty and cold hearted, but she used to be ok. 
                          
She used to be really cool, actually. Back when we were around 11 she used to do normal things. Wear appropriate clothing (not that I minded what she wore now), speak intelligently, and not constantly plan on how to become Luna of a pack. Then, high school came. She had grown nicely in certain areas and Damon and I had buffed up. All the other girls started to chase after the Alphas and Sylvia joined them. She stopped eating much other than a piece of lettuce and dyed her hair platinum. Got a new wardrobe that consisted of thin, tiny, tight pieces of clothing and slipped on the stilettos.