"Dad are you serious?" Nate Argent asked through the phone. His father, Chris, just told him that his aunt was dead, killed actually, and he was called to come.
"Yes Nathaniel. You're coming home," the voice said through the phone. "When?"
"Tomorrow. Your grandfather will give you all the details," Chris finished, hanging up the phone without a goodbye. Nate sighed, pocketing the device, and left his room in search for the person who always seem to have all answers. "Grandpa?"
Gerard Argent turned around, staring at his grandson with adoration. For a long time, the older man have been training Nate, teaching him to be a better hunter. The raven haired boy was his pride and joy. He was one of the best in the business.
"Nate, what can I help you with?" The older man smiled. "My father just called. He said we're going to Beacon Hills for Aunt Kate's funeral." Gerard Argent sneered at his words. "Yes, we leave tomorrow. Pack your clothes and weapons, we have business to take care of."
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