The Hidden Huntress - Teen Wolf

2 - Dance On Her Grave

Alana Argent wasn't usually one for putting on a show, however, she thought she'd make an exception for the infamous, Kate Argent's funeral. A day that Alana had prayed for, among many others that involved the Argent family. Even if all of those fantasies involved most of the Argent's meeting their terrible, gruesome end.

To say she had despised them was an understatement.

So, to say her final farewell to the pyromaniac bitch, Alana knew that she had to wear her most classy suit. For a hunter to care about what they wear was quite out of the ordinary, seeing as they're main attire consisted of pants that could hold as many weapons as possible, and a black shirt that didn't show the blood of their victims.

Slowly pulling up to the graveyard, Alana watched the giant horde of paparazzi struggle against each other trying to get their own shot of what's going on behind the tape. Her cerulean blue eyes upturned in annoyance, while inhaling sharply. She expected idiots. But not this many.

"Don't forget to hide your eyes", a gravelly voice spoke up from beside her.

Rolling her eyes once again, she sighed and cocked her head to the side. "Nah, I was thinking of walking into the tsunami of flashing cameras without glasses, just so they can get that once in a lifetime shot of a teenage girl with glowing eyes. Sounds like a blast", Alana smiled sarcastically, with her faint french accent seeping through her every word.

Gerard muttered something under his breath, although Alana had heard it clear as day. "You will be the death of me child".

A girl could only wish, she internally sighed longingly.

Hastily sliding on her rectangular cat eye sunglasses, the two exited to car.

As they neared the crowd, Alana watched as a brunette boy slipped beneath the tape only to be caught by the elderly Argent. Though she couldn't give a care in the world for the pathetic boy. He was quite irrelevant. The only thing that Alana wanted to be thinking about right now was which movements she was going to use when she danced on Kate Argent's grave. To which she quickly came to a conclusion; the cha cha slide.

Once again, her attention was taken away from the party she was holding in her head to celebrate the recent death, to the family of three that the two had approached.

If I have to deal with Victoria any longer than necessary, I'm gonna blow my brains out.

Chris and Victoria immediately greeted them, standing as Gerard gave each one a light, almost nonexistent, hug.

Wow, I can just feel the love. Alana rolled her eyes for what had seemed like the tenth time in the past five minutes. Luckily she was wearing sunglasses, otherwise that would have been one hell of a conversation for later.

Talk about strict parents. Or parent.

A sinister smile crept onto Gerard's face as he greeted his only granddaughter.

Out of the corner of her eye, Alana picked a spastic movement come from behind a statue not too far from the grave where the two teenage boys sat in anticipation. Alana picked up a distinct scent coming from them, immediately revealing the supernatural status of one of the two. It was the fluffy haired brunette.

Damn, he really does look like a puppy, she thought, not completely looking their direction, but enough to see out of the corner of her eyes.

"Do remember me?", Gerard questioned the pale girl. Allison replied with a small nod trying not to show how uncomfortable she really felt, or even the fact that she had just lied.

Allison didn't remember Gerard. Not really. Because the last time she saw Gerard was when she was seven and he had shown up two weeks after her seventh birthday to tell the family about how he had recently adopted a young girl who was only a year younger than herself. Although this was Allison's first time meeting alleged girl. Alana Argent.

Allison was shocked to see the blonde enigma the night before when Lydia had gone missing. When Allison had curiously glanced out her bedroom window to assess the 'reinforcements' she had overheard her parents talking about to see a teenage girl that looked nothing like any of the hunters Allison had seen.

Personally Alana didn't like Allison. But that was probably because she was so freaking oblivious. Because, although Allison had never seen a single photo or heard about Alana (other than knowing that she existed), Alana knew all about Allison. From her favourite ice cream, which happened to be vanilla (cue the eye roll), to how old Allison was when she first learned archery and gymnastics.

Why? Because Gerard had high hopes for her. But, as before, Alana just didn't see it. She was so...weak.

"Who the hell is that", right as Stiles opened his mouth, all heads spun toward them. Leaving them the fly back beneath the statue. But Alana knew they were there. And she couldn't help but let the corners of her lips twitch upwards.

"Considering I haven't properly seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me Grandpa", Allison tightly smiled in discomfort. "So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer Grandpa", Gerard turned away and took his seat at the end of the row, revealing the teenager standing closely behind him.

Alana took her seat next to Allison before leaning into her ear and whispering with a smirk, "I wouldn't look so scared if I were you. He can smell fear", Alana leaned back into her seat with a chuckle. However this only made Allison tense up more.

Peeking a glance, Alana saw that the teen wolf was waving with a love struck look on his face, at Allison from behind the statue. At the same time, Allison was smiling back. But Alana had also caught a glimpse of what she had supposed was the best friend. A pale, skinny boy with a brunette buzz cut and dark brown eyes.

Huh...Cute. She smiled slightly, only to catch the boy's eyes. Not that he knew, all he saw were the sunglasses.

"Hey you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral", Stiles began. Both boys oblivious to the extra set of ears listening further away. "I mean...what if they're the non-hunting side of the family?"

Alana mentally laughed. As if.

"There could be non-hunting Argents, that's possible right?", he continued.

"I know what they are", lover boy stated. "They're reinforcements."

Alana mentally praised the boy for knowing. He looked like the oblivious type. Guess she was wrong. Maybe this town won't be a buzzkill after all.

Not with him to entertain her.