Welcome to the re-write for The Moon Huntress. Thank you to all of the people that continue to follow me on this journey and for those new to this story welcome. I will be posting new chapters every second week. The chapters are also shorter this time around. If you'd like to learn more about this story and stories to come in the series you can find me on Tumblr under viragoseries.

WARNINGS:

LANGAUGE

DRUG USE

BRIEF MENTIONS OF PAST ABUSE

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Chapter 1: The One No One Knew About

The bike purred throatily and zoomed off as the light changed from red to green. It whipped through the quiet night street of the town with not much more than a blur of black metal and dark clothes. Any time it slowed a flash of rich red hair flew out from under the helmet, visor blacked out to hide the rider's face. Riding like this usually helped to clear their mind, but it was full of a million thoughts about where the bike was headed. Steeling their nerve, the bike pulled up in front of a large modern Victorian house. From the outside it looked like a warm family home, but experience taught that it was only a select few who would feel at home there.

And that didn't include her. She pulled her helmet free, her hands shaking with nerves and maybe something else. The long thick, red curls cascaded down her back looking almost like wild fire after the wind of the ride.

She found herself wishing she could go back to this morning and not turn this way, head down to L.A. where more fun could be had. She thought back with a slight smile about the warm body she had left in bed. The poor girl would wake up, missing a full bottle of whiskey and no real way to get a hold of her. Falling into bed with the gorgeous girl the night before had certainly beat paying for a hotel. Plus, it was a hell of a lot more fun than sitting alone drinking away her nerves.

Now as she looked up seeing the lights on she wished she had dressed a little more like an adult. And had maybe not put on such thick black liner around her eyes. Although it felt like warpaint she might need after the long journey. When exactly she started viewing this place as enemy territory she wasn't sure.

Regardless, it definitely hadn't felt like home in a long time.

As her heavy leather boots crunched up the gravel in the driveway she couldn't help her eyes sweeping the area, assessing any possible threats. It was a combination of years of training and experience, along with the feeling this town gave off naturally. Even if you didn't know about the things that went bump in the night, you knew enough to be cautious when the sun went down.

Large blue eyes turned upwards, immediately seeking out the moon, tense shoulders relaxing infinitesimally at remembering it was a new moon. The more time she could have without that thing hanging heavy and full over her head the better. Again, her hands shook as she adjusted the leather straps across her chest - her pack was getting heavy after the long ride across country. It felt a little repressive at the moment, a weight carrying her down with the necessities of her life. Finally taking a deep, calming breath she fortified herself and continued the last few feet to the door before ringing the bell.

The last person she wanted it to be opened the door and immediately hardened their expression upon seeing her. Christopher Argent's critical blue eyes looked her over until they locked onto her's. The familiar cold, stone he saw in the mirror was gazing back at him. And it pained him while also infuriating him.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

"Gerard sent me," she matched his crossed arms and tone, "he said you needed help with the Alpha."

"And he didn't think he should let us know?" Chris was standing in the way of her entering the house as another person entered the foyer.

She tensed up as someone worse than him leaned casually against the doorway behind him, "he's in Paris this month," she tried her best not to look down in submission, "I've been by myself at the penthouse for the past few months while he's been travelling."

Chris glanced behind himself at his sister before bristling and firing back, "and who exactly has been training you while he's been gone?"

"Don't worry she's been keeping busy," Kate offered the silk in her voice a sure sign she was meaning more than she was saying.

Chris developed a slight twitch in his eye a sure sign he was headed straight into lecture mode when another person entered the foyer, a small squeal of delight erupted from the new arrival before it was racing towards her. She felt arms fling around her, hugging tightly around her form and struggled to not react. The other two in the room watching the pair now.

Finally the mass of brown curls moved away, and doe brown eyes met her cold greying blues, "Nora I missed you," the younger girl's smile caused dimples to appear on her cheeks.

Finally seeing that face seemed to soften the redhead slightly, "missed you too Allie," she smiled but it never fully reached her eyes.

Chris was ramrod straight where he was standing, looking ready to jump between the two of them if he needs to, "your sister has come to stay for a bit. She has a job in town it seems," Victoria Argent entered the room just as imposing as Nora remembered her, "you can use the spare room Eleanora, Allison will show you the way."

Allison smiled over at the other woman before grabbing her hand dragging her through the house and up the stairs. She didn't let go of the other woman's hand until they were in a bedroom with the door closed. Nora looked around her eyes hitting familiar furniture that was threatening to punch her in the gut with emotion. She ran her fingertips across the dark wood on the familiar footboard of the bed.

Allison was watching her a small smile on her face, "I help Mom pack it all up every move," she wasn't looking when Nora's head shot up but instead softly touching the soft green duvet.

Nora had to clear her throat at the unexpected emotions and memories that brought up, "thank you," her voice still came out small.

Allison hugged her from behind, "how long are you gonna stay Nor?"

"I'm not sure Allie," she sighed, "I have work to get back to in New York."

Allison sighed her hands dropping, she turned not noticing the shaking of her sisters hands as they mourned the loss of the contact, "I should get to sleep. I have school tomorrow."

"Yeah and if we're quick enough tomorrow I can give you a ride on the bike," Allison perked up at that.

"Definitely," she smiled tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "and I want to introduce you to some people."

"Like this boy who you keep talking about without telling me his name?" Nora smirked knowingly putting her hands behind her back as the shaking got worse.

Allison winked as she flounced out of the door and to her room. Nora rushed to shut the door to the hallway as well as the door to the adjoined bathroom she would be sharing with her sister. As soon as it was locked she was making her way back to the bed and her bag. Digging through it desperately as her hands shook making the task harder.

Finally hearing the tinkling of pills she pulled a bottle out. Opening it and dumping a small pile into her palm. Without a second thought Nora downed them all dry. Swallowing roughly and trying desperately to not shake apart. After a few more tense moments the shaking slowed and she released a large huff of air attempting to get her body to relax further. All her muscles were still taught and straining trying to keep the shaking at bay, that rocked through her occasionally.

A familiar weariness settled into her bones, exhaustion threatening to drop her where she sat. If she'd been in the penthouse that's what she would have done. Just curled up to sleep knowing that the housemaster would lift her into bed at some point in the night. The only bit of kindness she'd ever experienced in the cold penthouse. She knew Gerard paid the staff to keep her from dying. She just didn't know why he bothered.

This was her last thought as she crawled under the thick blankets, the bed feeling like she was sinking into a cloud. Nora was pretty sure that was the medication making her brain fuzzy but she didn't think on it as the blackness surrounded her and pulled her down into sleep.

Waking up felt like being pulled out from under a black water. Breaking the surface and taking that first desperate breath of air, gasping it down as quickly as she could. Before grabbing a pillow to muffle the wretched sob that escaped her mouth. Nora was disorientated looking around and trying to decide if this was a dream. She looked down, definitely an adult by the scars on her arms but she couldn't place why this furniture was here.

The longer she sat here the worse the shaking was getting. Painful shocks of it going straight up her spine. Finally her brain started to catch up as she seen the little orange bottle laying on the carpet. She scrambled out of bed, dumping a few in her palm and noticing the bottle was pretty much empty. Nora sighed, her breath ragged and her throat dry. Hopefully she hadn't been screaming but she had a feeling Chris Argent would be standing in her room with a crossbow if that had happened.

She looked over at the time on her phone. Her heartbeat picking up as she realized Allison had to be up by now. Rising to her feet as fast as she dared, she stowed the bottle back in her bag before pulling out some clothing to wear. Once she had been sundresses and ribbons. Clad now in tight black jeans, a ripped up band shirt, boots and jacket she looked like the kind of girl your parents would warn you against. A warrior with her armour on ready for another day of war. She pulled her hair off of her face just as her sister knocked on the door.

"Come in," Nora answered from where she was packing her bag back up.

"Ready to go?" Allison asked smiling brightly as she straightened the strap on her bag where it sat on her sweatered shoulder.

"Yep," Nora returned the smile hesitantly, "we better get going before Chris realizes you're riding on the bike."

Allison giggled, tucking that ever present curl behind her ear, "yeah not sure Dad would approve."

"Good thing you're riding with the black sheep," Nora tried to keep it light but the small flinch from Allison told her there was bitterness in the statement.

Nora took off out of the room before her sister could say anything. They quietly snuck down the stairs hearing their parents voices coming from the kitchen. But of course neither thought of the alarm on the front door when they pulled it open. The screeching immediately reminded them though.

"Shit Allie lets go," Nora pulled her through the door as their father came running around the corner.

By the time Chris Argent stepped foot on the gravel drive Allison was wearing a helmet sitting side saddle behind her sister holding tight, "bye Dad I'll see you after school. Nora is gonna pick me up," Allison giggled as the bike shot off into the street curious neighbors watching the scene unfold as the alarm continued to wail.

Nora smirked to herself knowing that he would have to explain to the neighbors that Allison wasn't being kidnapped and that she was getting a ride from his older daughter. The one no one knew about, the one he didn't want to acknowledge. She sobered up a bit realizing that it would cause issues with them staying under the radar, and how Kate would take that. But what was done was done. Nora could admit that when it came to Chris she let her anger get the best of her most times.

She sped around a corner a smile returning to her face when she heard her sister giggle at the adrenaline rush. Sometimes being on her bike was the only time that Nora felt things wash away. Like she could go anywhere and be anyone. Especially with Allison on the back. They could leave and Allison would never become like her, she could be free.

But then she was being tapped on the shoulder, "over there. By the bike rack," Allison pointed out a mop of shaggy brown hair bent over locking his bike.

He looked up hearing the bike before Nora parked it in front of the sidewalk, "Hi Allison," he instantly smiled a crooked but handsome smile.

Nora took the helmet from Allison leaning in, "good job sis, he's cute."

If Nora didn't know any better she'd say that Scott was blushing at the compliment. But she shook it off as Allison just about skipped over to him. Pulling him back to where Nora was leaning against her bike. Nora smirked at the cute couple while they stopped in front of her.

"Scott McCall this is my sister Eleanora Argent," he stuck his hand out while looking at her curiously.

She shook his hand noticing he had a good strong grip, "Nice to meet you," she smiled as warmly as she could manage knowing this was important for Allison and anything important to her was important to Nora.

"Nice to meet you too," Scott had this adorably confused puppy look to him glancing between the two sisters.

It was awkwardly silent for a few minutes when they dropped their hands. Scott had thrown his arm around Allison and the girl had a soft pink blush to her cheeks as she smiled brightly at him. If it had been anyone but them she would have been disgusted and told them they're wasting their time. It's not they're going to work out, especially when he realizes that Allison has a birthright to kill people for the rest of her life. That one is always hard and Nora had only told one guy and things didn't work out so well for her.

Nora felt a tremble in her hand and she hid it behind her back while watching the cute scene before her. "I didn't know you had a sister?" Scott asked still confused.

Nora bows her head and Allison's cheeks blush deeply as she tries to make her mouth work. She's saved the embarrassment of trying to explain as Nora spoke up, "they don't talk about me. I'm the stereotypical older sibling black sheep."

Nora was still staring at her feet but she straightened up quickly as Scott said, "well I'm still glad I got to meet you," again that crooked, adorable smile.

"I should get going," Nora was aware of her hands continuing to tremble behind her back, "I'm picking you up after school, right?"

Allison looked embarrassed again, "ummm… there's lacrosse after school and I'm supposed to go watch with Lydia. Scott's on the team and he's going for first line."

A glimmer appeared in Nora's blue eyes, "you play lacrosse for Finstock?" this time the smile was sincere as it transformed her face into something softer, younger.

Scott and Allison both looked confused now, "yes…" he answered warily.

"Can't believe that coot is still here," she shook her head, "he still love making you do suicides 'til you puke? That was the go to when I was here."

Scott was looking at her like she was crazy, "you played for Finstock?"

Nora must of realized where the hitch was in the understanding, "yeah I went to school here for a couple years," she tried to brush off.

"You did?" Allison had a look of hurt on her face.

"Yeah that two years I lived with Kate," was all the explanation Nora gave before the bell rang, "you two kids have a good day and I'll be back later to pick you up after practise."

Huge shout out to Kam, Moony and Maddie for reading this fic for me :D love you ladies!