Girl Meets Beacon Hills

Into the Woods

A/N: This part will have some kind of sister bond between Maya and Allison, I may or may not have finally added some Sterek moments ;)

Maya

Looking at all of that tough exterior on Allison made me realize she's just as sweet and caring on the inside. While we walked our way to the woods, she explained to me about her family's history of hunters, and about how she chose archery as her main interest.

"My aunt, Kate," she began nervously, "was the one who revealed all about the truth of my family's occupation. My dad told me then that it wasn't the right time for me yet, but Kate insisted." We leaped over one of a tree's roots, over a puddle of mud, trudging pass the leaves.

"What happened to Kate?" I asked, looking up at the sky, the sun beginning to set.

She stopped in her tracks, a fearful look on her face. Snapping her eyes shut, she sighed heavily, "Peter killed her, because...she was the one who set the Hale house and family on fire." Pausing, taking another steady breath, "Also killed her along with other people. You know about his homicide."

I nodded, remembering Zay reading off something about this, then bumping into Allison when she stopped again.

"We'll start here." Setting down her bow and quiver, she walked across to a tree and planted a target, walking back to me.

"Like I said, this is a compound bow, one of my favorites," Allison smiled. She strapped on an arm guard as protection, then demonstrated using the bow by balancing her stance, placing the arrow into place. She let a deep breath out, and drew her string back. Keeping her eye straight ahead on the target, Allison released the string, slapping the side of her arm. The arrow flew faster than I could follow it, hitting a bullseye.

She faced to me, removing her arm guard, and closed my dropped jaw, handing me the bow and guard. "You're turn. The key is to keep focus, and imagine the arrow going through the target. The string might slap your skin the first times around, but use the arm guard to keep it protected. Keep you're breathing steady, and don't be afraid."

"Speak for yourself," I frowned, positioning myself, "You're the badass hunter who does this kind of thing everyday."

"Hey, I use other weapons too," she grinned, "my house is filled with them."

"If you ever invite me to Thanksgiving, I'm bringing my own weapon." I smirked, Allison stepping back to observe how I would shoot.

"Now you may not get it on the first try, but-"

I drowned her voice out, focusing on what she had told me instead. I felt the surge of energy rushing through my body, drawing the arrow back and imagining the arrow flying nowhere but towards the target.

Releasing the arrow, I didn't put the bow down just yet, or look to see if I even hit the target.

I looked over to Allison, who's jaw had been dropped. I slowly looked at the target realized why. My arrow had shot not just onto the target, but a bullseye. Actually, the arrow had dug deep a little into the tree.

Peter all of a sudden came out of no where, pulling the arrow put of the trunk. "Is the Apollo child mastered archery yet?"

"No," Allison and I replied in unison.

"Well there are other things you can do besides pulling string." He threw the arrow back to me and by my surprise, caught it.

"Like what?" I asked, the bow still in my hand, arrow in the other.