For Survival Chapter 1: The Bite, a teen wolf fanfic

A/N: Hey all! It's I am in Loki's Army here! OMG new story. Again. Though you probably wouldn't know, since half of my stories aren't even posted. Literally, I have eleven stories started on my computer, and another eleven thousand in my head. Anyway, I have three other Teen Wolf fics on my computer, but I can't help it. This is probably the first Teen Wolf fic that I've posted but what can I say? Dallison is my guilty pleasure. Also, almost every other Dallison fic (which is not many. There needs to be more) is not rated T or under. So more people can read it if they're not allowed to read M rated stories for some reason. Your welcome. ;) This pairing has been in my head forever. It has been bugging me to no end. I have to start it.

There will be changes in this fic, like how the Hale pack is still intact, and Derek is now (again) an Alpha. Without further ado, enjoy!

THIS STORY IS UN'BETAED! ALL MISTAKES MADE ARE MY OWN. FEEL FREE TO NOTIFY ME OF ANY ERRORS!

"You have to do it." Chris Argent cried, desperate. "There's no way she can survive, not this. Give her the bite. It might save her." Scott looked at him helplessly.

"B-but she's a hunter." He stuttered. "Isn't this exactly what Gerard wanted? This is what he would've killed even you for."

"Do you think I don't realize that?" Chris demanded. Allison lay limp in his arms, breaths getting shallower and shallower. "She's the only family I have left. You have to give her the bite."

"If it doesn't change her, it'll kill her." Scott protested weakly.

"If you don't bite her, she'll die anyway." Chris growled. Allison's heartbeat was becoming fainter by the second.

"I can't." Scott murmured.

"Please." The veteran hunter's voice broke. "Please."

Scott looked down at Allison's body, tears streaming down his face. He slowly raised her arm to his mouth, teeth elongating into fangs. Opening his jaw, he sank them into her soft flesh. A few moments later, her heart stopped.

When Allison woke up staring at her beige ceiling, she thought that it was all just a dream. The words had been loud and clear through the murky haze of near death. She didn't remember where she had been last, but she was quite certain that it was not in her room, on her bed.

That was when she noticed the large, white bandage wrapped carefully around her forearm. It was stained red. Allison froze. She quickly undid the bandage, fearing what was underneath it.

A bite. It was only then that she realized that the colors around her were a bit too vivid, the smallest of details too defined, her hearing too sharp, her eyesight too clear.

The bite was still fresh, oozing droplets of blood. The young Argent covered her mouth in horror before a sound could come out. Her heart raced as a knock on her door alerted her of her father's presence. "A-Allison?" She looked up at him, fear and disgust at what she was turning into mingling in her hazel eyes.

"Why? Why did you allow this?" Running past her dad, she immediately entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. Gripping the edges of the porcelain sink, she dared herself to look into the mirror. Her eyes flashed, glowing bright gold, before returning to the familiar green-brown hue they normally were. Allison's heartbeat escalated. Her eyes flashed a few more times before staying bright gold. Gripping the sink tighter, she gasped for air. Her canines grew into fangs and black claws protruded from her fingers. She didn't notice then that they were much more clean feminine than other werewolves' claws, even the women's, but she would speculate about that later. The brunette finally snapped out of her daze when spindly cracks spiderwebbed across the sink from around her fingers.

"Allison?" It was Chris. "Are you alright?" Said girl shut her eyes tightly. Allison's eyes flashed from gold to hazel over and over again. She ran out of the bathroom door, brushing past her father again. She wrapped her hair up into a haphazard bun, shimmied into some leggings, grabbed a pair of old sneakers, and pulled on an off white waterfall cardigan over her gray racerback tanktop.

"Allison!" Chris called. "Wait!" She ignored him. Throwing open her window, she jumped, grabbing onto the closest thing she could find. She continued this pattern until she reached the ground outside. "Allison!" Tears were falling down the girls face. Suddenly, she was bombarded by her senses. She could smell the garbage from the taco shop almost halfway across town, she could hear the frustrated drivers yelling obscenities through their windows, she could see the sweat trickling out of the jogger's pores down the street, she could practically feel the normalcy of everyday life going on around her. Except her life wasn't normal. Far from it. Especially now.

Allison ran. She ran four miles to Beacon Hills Hospital. She ran five miles to the animal clinic where Scott worked. She ran seven miles to her school. She ran nine miles to the middle of nowhere in the heart of town. Finally, the Argent collapsed, sobbing. Sitting on the curb, she buried her head in her arms. Her head throbbed from the too-loud sounds echoing in her ears, the too-strong scents wafting through the air, the too-bright sights around her. The tears came quickly and freely. People stared at the poor, broken looking girl bawling her eyes out on the side of the street as they went through their everyday routines. Probably went through a bad breakup, the majority of them think.

"Allison?" Her heart sank. The all too familiar voice reached her hypersensitive ears. Isaac.

He stepped closer, and Allison tensed, standing up. "Isaac." She swallowed thickly. She really didn't know where she stood with Isaac now. Or Scott. Or her own father. Or herself, for that matter. "Please. Just-just stay away from me." Tears were still flowing down Allison's face. "Just stay away." She didn't miss the hurt look that flashed through Isaac's eyes, but she really couldn't find it in herself to care at the moment. The hurt look immediately morphed into one of sympathetic understanding, which only fueled Allison's anger. Because no one understood. No werewolf, no banshee, no kitsune, no one. How could they? She was a hunter. Raised to kill the thing that she now was.

"Just please, please, please stay away from me right now." Allison shut her eyes briefly. "I-I don't know what's happening to me, and I don't know the extent of my control, and I-I… just please stay away from me." She backed away from Isaac slowly. "An-and please tell Scott the same thing." With that, she turned and ran. Again.

Allison didn't have any conscious idea about where she was going. But her feet seemed to know exactly where they were to take her. She only slowed when she arrived at a warehouse apartment complex. Breaths came in ragged gasps, but that was more due to her hysteria. Allison cocked her head, a completely wolf like motion that she had previously never consciously realized she'd done before.

Allison hesitated in front of the building, knowing full well that if her target was here, he knew she was standing right outside his loft. She damn sure knew he was inside the loft. His strong, steady heartbeat was a sure sign that he was standing by his window, next to his patio of sorts, waiting for Allison to do something. His scent was strong, surrounding the building, mixed with other scents. The most distinct were that of a female and two males, including Isaac's.

"Derek." Allison called, her voice slightly scratchy from crying. She cleared her throat and tried again, brushing a brunette curl from her face. "Derek. I know you're here... I-I can-" she swallowed again. "I can hear you, I can smell you." He finally opened his window and stood over the edge of his 'patio'. Allison's breath caught in her throat. She had always been hyper-aware that Derek Hale was attractive. Extremely attractive. But now that her senses were more acute, she realized just how handsome he really was.

Derek's lips curled slightly, hearing Allison's heartbeat stutter and her breathing hitch. He had forgotten how lustful she-wolves were. Even if they were Argents, she-wolves were always preening to mate. "So I've heard. What do you need?"

"Y-you know what I need." Allison answered. "I need you to teach me. Everything."

"Why not Scott? Or even Isaac? They've both got enough knowledge to teach you. Better yet, why don't you take the route your mother did?" Derek asked, voice hard. Allison's hazel orbs narrowed, gaze turning flinty as she stared into Derek's pale green ones, before softening again in defeat. It was then that Derek realized just how lost the young Argent really was. In the time he'd known her, Allison Argent never admitted defeat.

"I'll answer honestly." She sighed. "I don't know where I stand with Scott or Isaac. And my mother took the cowards way out. She decided to take her own life in favor of living as… what I am now." Allison swallowed. She hated talking about her mother that way, but it was the truth. And she refused to say the word out loud. It seemed too final and she wasn't ready to accept what she was. Not yet.

"No. She didn't decide that." Derek said. "Gerard decided for her. You know first hand what he can do. As can I." He still remembered the arrows embedding themselves in his and his pack's skin.

"I already said I was sorry." Allison growled, her usually long fuse burning up in an instant.

Suddenly, Derek launched himself off of the patio, eyes red. Allison felt her primal instincts take over. Immediately, her own eyes flashed bright gold, claws and fangs coming out. She ducked quickly as Derek somersaulted over her, landing on the concrete ground. He obviously had no intention of catching her, or he already would have. "You trust your instincts enough to keep you alive." Derek nodded approvingly. "Your reflexes are fast, and you react quickly. Hunter's training has at least done you some good." Allison felt a flutter of pride and satisfaction at the praise. With a start, she realized that it was the first emotion she had felt other than fear and disgust since that morning.

"When does training start?" She asked, though she already had a good guess.

"Now."

"Allison." A soft voice came from behind her door.

"Come in."The girl said distractedly. She was on her laptop, researching things on wolfsbane after her first training session with Derek. Her father walked in, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"How're you feeling?" Chris murmured. Allison sighed slightly.

"Honestly? I really don't know." She buried her face in her bedspread, sighing again.

"You've a lot of people around you that you can ask for help, you know." Her father said quietly. Allison tensed.

"I, um, I may or may not have asked someone for help already." She muttered uneasily. Chris frowned slightly.

"Who?"

"D-Derek." His eyes widened fractionally.

"Derek." He said, just to confirm it. Allison nodded. "Derek Hale?"

"Yeah." Allison played with a strand of her hair uncomfortably. "Derek Hale." he frowned. "How many Derek's do you know?" Chris just sighed.

"I just want you to stay safe." Allison nodded before pulling a face.

"That sounded wrong. Like, terribly, really, very, very wrong." Allison muttered, cracking a small smile. Chris smiled back, relieved to see some of his daughter's normal spark.

"Really, stay safe." He stood up, reaching for the door. "I love you." He paused for a moment as if waiting for an answer, before sighing and walking out of his daughter's room. Allison swallowed slightly, a few seconds after her father left.

"I love you too, dad."

Allison hit the concrete ground of the Iron Works. Again. And again. And again. Everytime, she became more and more frustrated. Everytime, she became more and more tired. Everytime, she became more and more determined. Everytime, Derek helped her up. And everytime, Allison got better.

For the first time, Allison caught a punch. For the first time, she dodged a swipe. For the first time, she blocked a kick. And for the first time, Allison felt accomplished.

She managed to evade Scott whenever he came over. The same went with Isaac. The only other friends she saw were Lydia (of course), Kira, Malia, and Derek. Whenever Allison thought this, she surprised herself. She didn't know when it started, but she began to view Derek as a friend.

Derek tossed Allison towards an iron post, but she caught herself quickly, using a maneuver she had seen Derek use many times. Running against the iron work, she flipped herself over, launching over Derek's head. He took her down again after a few blows, but Allison landed smiling. She had improved.

Derek leaned down, giving the brunette a hand as she picked herself up. "You're getting better." He grudgingly said. Allison grinned, pride flitting through her eyes.

"I know I am." She smirked, not caring about being modest at the moment.

"I see you've picked up a few moves."

"I have." Allison smirked again. Derek sighed.

"You're gonna have to meet the rest of the pack sooner or later." He said quietly. Allison's smile melted off of her face. She was starting to come to terms with what she was, but thinking about meeting the others still made her antsy. "They're starting to wonder why I smell so much like you all the time."

"Well obviously they aren't the brightest crayons in the box." Allison smiled again, albeit more softly.

"That they aren't." Derek agreed, chuckling slightly. Allison started. Did she just make Derek Hale laugh? Okay, so it wasn't a full blown laugh, but it was a start.

Allison's happiness faded slightly. "When?"

"Tomorrow." Derek sighed. Allison nodded reluctantly.

"Tomorrow, then."

Allison ran home and quickly got into the shower. She scrubbed all of the sweat and grime away, using her favorite rose-and-raspberry body wash and honey shampoo. After she got out, she pulled on a pair of midcalf yoga pants and a sports bra. Pre-bite Allison would've been more self conscious, but post-bite Allison was more bold and confident. Plus, it was her house.

She sat on her bed, propping open her laptop. Pulling up a chart of the moon's cycle, she printed them out for the next three months. As she was tacking them up to a board above her desk, there was a soft knock on her door.

"Come in." Allison called, distracted as she pulled out a few more thumbtacks from her desk. The door opened slowly and Allison tensed.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Scott sputtered, seeing Allison's clothing. She couldn't help herself and smirked, slowly reaching down to pick up a chart. Like any other she-wolf, she enjoyed watching men squirm the way Scott was. Immediately, however, the smirk faded. "Your dad, uh, let me in." Scott murmured, his face coloring as Allison made no move to cover up.

"Did he now?" Allison growled softly. Scott stared at her, shocked at the animalistic sound she emitted. She sighed. "I thought I told Isaac to relay a message: stay away from me. I-I'm just trying to take it in." Allison's ex-boyfriend looked at her sympathetically, which just served to piss her off. Her hesitance and confusion melted away into anger. Her wolf's extremely short temper overrode her human's usually nonexistent temper.

"I just wanted to tell you that… I understand, Allison. I went through the same thing." It was the wrong thing to say.

"No, you don't understand, Scott!" Allison growled. She went from quiet and soft spoken to angry and out of control in a split second. Her wolf was starting to take over, eyes flashing gold. "You don't understand anything that's going on with me right now. I'm supposed to be a hunter, Scott. I'm supposed to kill werewolves. Werewolves like me." There. She said it. Werewolf.

"Allison, calm down." Scott said, tapping into his Alpha voice. His eyes flashed red. Allison got even angrier.

"No. I won't calm down." Allison snarled. "You're not my Alpha, Scott. You may have bit me, but I'm not part of your pack." Something broke free from her consciousness at those words, like a weight was being lifted from her shoulders. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm an Omega now. I'm-

Scott froze. He started sniffing the air. Allison trailed off, confused. "Why do you smell like Derek?" He growled. Allison scoffed.

"Really, Scott? That's the first thing that comes to mind?" Allison made a sound of disbelief, voice drawling and derisive. "I'm not your property, Scott. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your pack member. Scott, I'm not your mate."

"Why. Do. You. Smell. Like. Derek?" Scott ground out. Allison laughed coldly.

"That's not any of your business. We could be fucking each other, and that would still be none of your business." Scott growled, shocked. "But hey, can you blame me? He's attractive. Undeniably hot. I'm not your mate, Scott." Allison repeated, snarling furiously. "Damn men and their jealous protectiveness." Her black claws grew. She was seeing red as her eyes glowed bright gold. It felt good to completely release the animal inside her for the first time. It felt relaxing, calming. Her hand reared back as Scott stared, completely horrified.

"Allison!" A new voice roared. She froze, head snapping towards her window across from her balcony. Derek was climbing in through the window, eyes flashing to match Scott's. Allison's chest heaved. She stood, frozen, her hand still in the air. "Allison." Derek said more quietly. "Calm down." Her eyes faded back to hazel, her claws shortened again, and her fangs retracted. Allison dropped her hand, horrified. Derek put his hand on her shoulder, guiding her towards the window. Her eyes were unfocused, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "Go." He murmured, uncharacteristically gentle. His hand gave Allison's shoulder a light squeeze before nudging her out the window. Derek's eyes faded back to their normal celadon hue.

Allison jumped down to the ledge directly below her. This route was becoming familiar now. She could probably follow it in her sleep. She paused, listening to the conversation taking place in her room. "-pack anymore, Scott. She broke away the moment she shot down your status as her Alpha." Was that a hint of smugness in his voice? Scott already lost his newest pack member to another Alpha.

"So she's yours now, isn't she? She listened to-" Allison had heard enough. There Scott went again, talking like she was property. And her slowly growing acceptance of being what she is crumbled back to near nothing. She skipped the rest of the ledges in the wall in favor of just jumping to the ground a few stories below her. And she ran.

Allison arrived at the train depot at four o'clock. They had started using it again, after the packs deemed it unnecessary to hide any longer. When she walked in slowly, everyone was busy sparring. Boyd and Cora were sitting on a step, absorbed in watching Isaac and Erica spar against Liam, two-on-one, while Derek and Scott barked orders. Lydia and Kira stood to the side, watching every move critically as the jotted down notes to give to the wolves. Allison stood behind them on the top step.

Cora looked up suddenly, sniffing the air. Immediately, she turned, eyes flashing gold as she fell into a defensive position, snarling loudly. Boyd followed her example, before realizing it was Allison. Before she could stop herself, she felt her own eyes shift and she growled back. The sparring had long since stopped as . And suddenly, something strange happened.

Cora and Boyd immediately stepped down, eyes and fangs and claws returning to normal. They both turned their heads slightly, baring their necks. Immediately after, Cora stopped herself, frowning in confusion as to why she reacted this way to a Beta, or possibly an Omega.

"So… that's why you smell like her?"

A/N: Okay, so this is like, the longest thing I've ever written. Ever. Which is pretty sad, since it probably isn't very long at all, lol. This is eleven pages on Google Drive with size 13 font. My normal is around like, seven. I had to make myself stop. The words just kept coming. Please review, follow, and favorite! Constructive criticism is much appreciated, but flames mean as little as mint does to me. And I hate mint. XD