In Love With The Hunter | Teen Wolf / Chris Argent

7. Comfort

There will be smut in this chapter. I'll write when it starts, so if you're uncomfortable reading it you can skip it.

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Kara hurried out of the Argent house. Her mind was racing, her thoughts killing her. Was that the right thing? Should she have stayed? Should she really put her lives, and the lives of those she loves in Derek and Scott's hands?

Confused by herself, Kara set herself on the path to her house. And she was quick in doing so, taking every shortcut she could find. As her eyes met her car, she knew exactly what to do. Even though she was a child when she last was there, she still remembered the location. She remembered perfectly where it happened, but not how.

She grabbed the car keys from her pockets, unlocking the car and getting inside. Starting the engine, she quickly left the parking lot. As she left, she drove on the road that led out of Beacon Hills.

While driving, Kara's thoughts still kept on racing around. Would it just be safer for everyone if she ended it all? Perhaps chained herself up somewhere far away. Maybe the others would forget about her.

The ride to the abandoned, yet well kept house took a little over two hours. As Kara parked her car in the empty lot, she opened the small hatch beside the cup holder. She took out the keys, staring at them. She had never known what these keys were for, but she knew now.

Walking up to the house, Kara eyed every little detail about it. It was just as it had been in her dreams. Walking up to the door, she unlocked it and went inside the house. As she looked around she noticed how well kept everything was. Not only did the power and water supply still work, but all the old furniture was still here. Even her fathers "private" chair.

That was the best memory she had of him. The bearded man sitting in the grey chair with his newspaper, the cigarette in his mouth. Kara sighed at the memory, hugging herself.
-"What happened to you?" She whispered confused, waking up to the big family picture hanging on the wall. It was dusty like most things, but it looked so nice, so well kept.

Kara sat on her fathers lap in the picture. Janet was holding the youngest of them all, Kara's sister in her arms. She was only a baby at the time Kara was 4. Her brother was 2 years old when the picture was taken, and he proudly stood like a goof in between everyone.

Kara had been the lucky one that day. All she knew was that her family was doing something together, while Kara was with the babysitter. Her mother had also been a part of what took place that day, but she came out of it all without a scratch on her. That was the sole reason Kara had put distance between her mother. It was like Janet was hiding the truth for her only daughter.

Walking to the staircase, she stared at the door that lead down to the basement. Kara had always been wondering why her father had that electric fence in the basement, but she understood it clearly now. He must have been one of them, a werewolf himself. There was no other explanation. He had never learned to control himself, so he kept himself chained against the electric fence during the full moons.

Was it Robert's fault then that they all had died then? It was full moon when the "accident" occurred, but nothing more had crossed Kara's mind before now. Walking down the basement, she turned the lightswitch on. Her eyes lingered on the fence. She knew what she had to do to keep herself under control, but there would be none to unchain her in the morning.

Kara shook her head, taking her white jacket off. She tossed it on the dusty table, walking up to the old machine. It didn't require any speciality within technology to get it working, which Kara was grateful for. 

As she started the machine up, she could hear the electricity flow through the fence. She grabbed the hem of her grey and bloody shirt, tossing it to the ground. Her black sportsbra was covering most of what needed to be covered. She didn't even bother to remove her jeans. Then she'd probably freeze to death.