(Ik that's Lydia but let's just pretend its Clara for now)
We stop at a gas station on the way home from Isaac's. It was about 11pm and I was exhausted. But then again, when arent I?
Allison opens her door and looks at me. "I'll pump, you pay?" She asks and I nod and get out of the car. I stand beside her whilst I wait for her to fill up the tank a little bit before going in to pay. A man gets on his motorcycle beside as and smiles at us. I look at him confused and he chuckles before driving away. I look at him confused before looking at Allison. The gas station lights then turn off and I hug my arms around myself.
"Allison." I say worried and she nods and quickly puts the pump back. I don't bother paying except for just walking round to my car door.
"I've lost my keys. Help." Allison says and I quickly walk round to her side of the car and look around to help her but couldn't see them. "Ali I'm getting really scared." I warn and she nods. "I know. I know." She says still looking for her keys. I help her look around when something gets shoved over my head and the next thing I see is black.
The bag gets pulled off my face and I feel a wet liquid running down my face. I quickly realized that I was crying. I had rope wrapped around my arms so tight that it hurt. I also had a rope wrapped around my mouth and legs. I look around to see Allison trying to get free from the ropes. I look to the side of me and see Chris in a similar situation. I start crying even more as I get more and more scared as the seconds pass.
"Have you wondered what happens if a hunter gets bitten?" A voice says and I start crying more as it gets closer and closer. "Ever wonder what happens if you get bitten?" The voice says. Me and Allison are acting completely different right now. " Allison is crying and trying to break free. Me, I'm just plain and simply crying out of fear. "What do you think your father and Uncle Chris would do?" The voice says as it sounds like it comes from further behind Chris. "What do you think he'd have to do?" The voice asks.
I try to block out everything going on by closing my eyes. A snapping sound make my eyes snap back open. I look to see Chris snap the chair in half. He gets his hands free then pulls the bandeau out of his mouth and sticks his hand out. Someone hands him a recording and Chris holds it in his hands. "When all it could take to change every is one bite." The recording says and chris pauses it.
He hands it to the man behind him and I instantly recognize him as the guy on the motorcycle from the gas station. "Everything changes." Chris says walking towards us and taking the rope out of our mouths.
"Is this how were gonna do father-daughter talks from now on?" Allison shouts at him. "No. This is how we're going to train the pair of you." Chris says sternly. "Do you know why we use arrows?" He asks Allison. "They can't heal till it gets taken out." Allison says.
I zone out as I focus on steadying my breathing whilst they talk about Bows and Arrows. "And if we find Issac on another full moon, we will kill him. That's the hard choice we make." Chris shouts.
"It wasn't my choice." Chris says as if it made all the difference in the world. He was still going to kill him. "Gerard" Allison asks. "Grandpa?" I say confused. "No." Chris simply says.
"Our family has a surprising progressive tradition. Knowing wars and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions, the hard ones.... with the women." He says and starts to walk around the room.
"Our sons are trained to be soldiers. Our daughters, to be leaders." He says and puts a bow in our tied up arms. "Training starts now." He says kissing our foreheads. "Time them." He says to the guy on the motorcycle before heading out. But he then stops. "Oh and Clara. Stop showing so much weakness." He says and I take a deep breath.
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Another Argent?
WerewolfClara Argent is Alison Argents cousin and is the daughter of Kate Argent. After not seeing their family in a a year they move from New York to Beacon Hills a small town in California. What Clara thought would be a normal year or so turns out into be...