A Hope Through Time: AnOtHeR WeReWoLf!?! Really? (Book 2)

Chapter 3

The Hunters were undeniably at a loss of words as Chris guided Allison into the opposite corner of the room. They stood side-by-side staring at each other but keeping one eye on the couple still residing in the cell on the other side of the room.
Hope extinguished the fireball in her palm and allowed her features to return back to normal as she finished making her point in the most visual way possible, obviously shocking the small family into silence. Allison allowed her father to move her without a fight as she looks distracted, like she's trying to figure something out.
Daphne frowned slightly as she noticed a look on Allison's quizzical features. "What's the matter Allison? You look like you are deep in thought."
Allison's head popped up like her hand was stuck in the proverbial cookie jar and her head shifted from Daphne to Hope to her father before ending back at the beginning. The Huntress let out a small noise of awkwardness as her mouth opened and closed a couple of times as she tried to figure out how to explain what was going through her head.

"It's just... The veins that appeared under Hope's eyes remind me of the Vampires from a TV show that started up a couple of years ago." The Huntress shrugged as though she didn't think anything would come of mentioning what was going on in her head.
At the universal travellers raised eyebrows Allison groaned but continued her train of thought. "It's called The Vampire Diaries. It centres around a teenage girl, Elena Gilbert and two Vampire brothers, Stefan and Damon in the town of Mystic Falls." The ravenette mentioned with a slightly guilty expression.
Allison forced herself not to look at her dad as she didn't want to see the disappointment on his face since she knew that he didn't like those types of supernatural shows.
However to Allison's shock Hope's eyes widened dramatically at the details and names Allison provided which caused Daphne to laugh musically in utter amusement.
Hope's only response was to blink in disbelief and blurt out the first thing that came to mind. "Well...Shit. So my universe is called ' The Vampire Diaries ' universe?"

Chris turned around completely to face his daughter in confusion. "Why would you watch that show? You know that they always get the details wrong when it comes to portraying the supernatural."
"Well apparently it wasn't such a dumb idea after all considering I figured out where Hope was from and sadly enough dad, I'm a hopeless romantic with a fascination for Vampires. Why do you think it only took me a few days to get used to the idea of Werewolves?" The Huntress rebutted back at her father with a sly expression stretching across her innocent yet slightly hardened features from learning about the supernatural world.
"Well she's still a Werewolf. I need to know whether she is a killer or not." Chris interrupted as he subtly moved closer to his daughter.

Allison turned to face her father, immediately noticing that he was ready to fight at a moment's notice depending on the brunette's response. "From what I can remember. The Werewolves from ' The Vampire Diaries ' apparently don't gain their abilities until after they take a human life."
Argent's eyes widened at the implication and Hope held a hand out flat in a stopping motion. "Before you pull out a weapon and try to kill us, well... specifically me. Can I explain my side of things so you can understand how Werewolves work in my universe?"
Chris grunted and motioned his head for the Werewolf to explain while he slipped his hand under the edge of Allison's shirt to grip the gun that she had resting at the small of her back. Allison didn't even flinch at the sensation of her father's hand on her back. She was expecting her dad to reach for her weapon as it was the easiest to access and the quickest to draw if he needed to protect them.

Before the Hunter duo had entered the police station Allison had asked her father which weapons harness she should wear.
Allison had two harnesses that she would normally use one that could hold a gun which was bracketed by her daggers or alternatively she had a harness that could hold her mini crossbow instead of a gun.
Surprisingly enough it was easier to enter the police station with a gun than with a miniature crossbow as her father had a permit to carry a firearm in most countries whereas it was harder to obtain the documentation to carry a crossbow.