{Latin ^ We are Family after all-} Wednesday, February 9th 2011 {Day 32}
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Later that afternoon...
Jumping out of Allison's window and landing on the sidewalk, Scott clutches her necklace tightly. Just as he reaches for his bike parked at the curb, he notices Argent getting out of his parked car around the corner.
Argent throws him a friendly smile. "Scott?"
Scott's heart races as he follows Argent into the kitchen of the Argent Residence.
"She should be back in a few minutes. She sometimes goes for a run after school," Argent hums, providing Scott with the information.
Scott shook his head, his smile fading slightly. "That's okay, I should go. I've got a game tonight."
Argent took two beers out of the fridge, opening both and sliding one over to Scott. Scott looked at the second beer with confusion. "You want something to drink? I'm going to have a beer," Argent chuckled.
"You don't need to test me anymore. Your daughter has already dumped me," Scott muttered, feeling a tinge of bitterness.
Argent shook his head and gave a small shrug. "No test. And sorry. High school romances. They burn bright and fade fast."
He gestured towards the beer. "Go ahead."
Shaking his head, Scott's main focus was on leaving the hunters' home as quickly as possible. "I'm good. Thanks."
As their eyes met, Argent's expression turned serious. "So, I was curious about something, Scott. How do you and your brother know Derek Hale?" His previously warm grin and amiable demeanor had vanished. Scott's heart started racing even faster.
"W-who?" Scott stammered, his voice trembling slightly. The mention of Derek's name caught him off guard.
Allison swiftly traverses the trails, her purpose driving her forward. As the Hale House emerges from the trees, she gradually slows her pace.
Inside the desolate Hale House, Allison explores the darkened rooms, her gaze scanning the burnt remnants. Her attention is drawn to a sigil on the ceiling, and she gazes up in fascination. Moving to the next room, she notices something on the floor. Kneeling down, she examines four deep grooves carved into the surface. Her fingers trace the lines, imagining the human hand responsible for their creation. Suddenly, a voice startles her, causing her to look up.
Kate stands beneath the arch, her presence unexpected. "Damn, you've got some lungs on you."
Allison lets out a sigh and tilts her head. "Did you follow me here?"
"You can't blame me for being concerned about my favorite niece, can you? What are you looking for?" Kate's voice hummed with curiosity.
"I don't know. Something. Anything," Allison replied, her voice tinged with inquiry.
"You mean answers. Answers to lingering questions, like..." Kate's sly grin remained as she stood there.
Allison shook her head, her once pleasant demeanor now more dejected. "Why would he want to kill us?"
"Well, look at this place. Imagine if your father and I were trapped in something like this. It might do some interesting things to your head, don't you think?" Kate crossed her arms, her voice humming.
