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inside allison argent's bedroom, the girl scrambled to dress her self, her fingers shaking anxiously, the brunette then saw her door being opened by the one and only henrik argent, her gulping nervously at her older brother.
"henrik! what are you doing here?" allison innocently asks, even though she was nervous.
henrik walked inside the room, his blue eyes looking around the room, then stopping near the window, allison nibbling on her lip nervously.
"henrik?"
"if you're done acting all crazy, can i get back to my homework, which i was doing?" allison nervously asks.
henrik turns around to look at his baby sister with an amused smile. "must be some rough homework, huh?"
allison had a flustered expression on her face. "huh?"
"i know you're a werewolf and all, but are you sure it's wise for you to be out in the cold, especially since it's the coldest it has ever been?" henrik asks with a smirk.
scott, who was outside the window, held onto the frame, nervously breathing out.
"goodnight, scott!" henrik smirks, walking away.
"y-you're not going to tell mom and dad, are you?" allison stammers out nervously.
"did you want me to?" henrik grins.
allison sacredly looks at him, awkwardly fiddling with her sweater.
henrik affectionately patted her cheek, teasing her. "little allison afraid? don't be."
henrik chuckles as he walks away, allison then exhales deeply.
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"how you doing, scott?"
scott groans, him looking down at argent awkwardly as he was slinged upwards in the air by one of argent's trap that he had laid out in the woods.
"uh, you know...? just hanging." scott awkwardly says, argent coldly glaring at him.
"is this one of yours? it's, uh, good–––nice design, very constructing." scott uncomfortably says.
"scott mccall." a new voice approached.
scott mentally groans in frustration, seeing he henrik.
"i was having a few words with scott, here." argent never took his eyes away from the mccall.
"he looks like he's about to faint." henrik amusingly says.
"what are you really doing here?" henrik seriously asks him.
"looking for my friend." scott answers.
"that little red head?" henrik asks.
"lydia martin." argent emotionlessly stares down the mccall. "she's apart of your pack now, or is it clique?" he smirked.
"actually, CLIQUE sounds about right..." scott gulps.
"i hope so, 'cause, i know she's a friend of allison, and amaris' best friend, odd that the blonde was left unharmed but not the red head, right?" argent smirks.
"scott? do you know what hemicorporectamy is?" argent taunts.
scott uneasily looks at him. "i have a feeling i don't want to."
"a medical term for amputing someone at the waist, cutting them and in half, it's take a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that." argent says in a deadly tone.
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Fanfictionit has been six years since the fire has destroyed most of the remains of the hale house, six years since henrik argent and his family had disappeared, six years since derek hale left town, six years since peter hale has been in a coma, six years si...
