At Beacon Hills Academy, there's certain categories the students fall into; Shape-shifters, Casters, Emissaries, and those who prey on the non-humans of the world, the hunters. All hunters come from a long line of them, dating back centuries for some families. They all have their own view on how their hunts go, but follow a general code of conduct. For most families, they hunt the rabid werewolves or the witches and warlocks who choose the dark path. But there are a few families who aren't so merciful. Some families, like the Argents, have their own code.
"We hunt those who hunt us." These are the words Allison has been raised on. The Argent family has devoted their lives to hunting werewolves and saving any human life they can for hundreds of years. While the intentions were good, this code has provided a few gruesome conditions for the family. If an Argent is bitten by a werewolf, they must take their own life. As hard as it is for some of those who have come to this conclusion, it is thought better to be a dead human than not human at all.
While the Argent family begins training at the young age of 8, at the age of 15 they, like most other people involved in the supernatural world, are sent to the Beacon Hills Academy, where specialists, in some cases who have been around before even the Argents' time, help them to hone their skills and teach them everything they need to know about the prey their family has chosen to chase. Allison has been looking forward to attending Beacon Hills for as long as she could remember. She dreams of the day she can follow in her mother's footsteps and lead her family in their war on werewolves.
"So, are you ready?" a nervous Chris Argent asks his daughter. Allison pulls the headphones out of her ears, "Dad, you're more worried about this than I am. I'm actually really excited." Allison actually was just a b`it nervous. Starting a new school can be frightening for anyone, but for Allison, the pressure was at a new level. "I'm just concerned about you being on campus with wolves. A lot of packs we've fought with in the past attend Beacon Hills. I know you will be safe during class, but what about when you're not in class? You haven't had enough training to fight a werewolf on your own yet. I ju-" "Dad, please. You kept me home a year longer than the others. I know enough to protect myself against a pubescent werewolf." Truthfully, the werewolves were the last on Allison's list of worries. What troubled her more than anything was proving herself to the rest of the hunters at school.
The Argents are a well respected family in the hunting community, many hunters seek advice from them when faced with a new danger. While many people revered the Argents, there were a few families who didn't give them such high regard. Those were the people that Allison was worried about. She needed to prove herself, to prove that she not only carried the Argent name, but also lived up to it. "Well, here we are, Beacon Hills Academy." The academy's main building sat at the entrance to the campus. It was a 3 story brick building with a large bronze sign hanging above the entrance that read "BEACON HILLS ACADEMY". The parking lot was filled with students and parents, all unloading their cars and saying goodbyes. "Allison, honey, your father and I will go park the car. Go on inside and get your paperwork started, we'll be right in." "Okay." With that, Allison opened the car door and began making her way through the large crowd of people.
As Allison made her way through the lobby, she stumbled over a bag and fell to the floor. "Hey, watch it!" "Sorry, I-" "Argent." The girl said through gritted teeth. As she gets off the floor, Allison is greeted by a tall, brown haired girl who seemed to be just a few years older than her. How does she- Is she barefoot? "Uh, who-" "Kali. I guess they just let anybody in here, don't they?" "Victoria Argent. What an unpleasant surprise." Chris and Victoria made their way through the crowd to where their daughter stood, still confused about the situation. "Is there a problem here?" "Actually yes. You Argents just thinks you can walk all over anyone," Kali snarled. I don't even know this girl? "Kali." Oh my god..what is that? The body that belongs to the deep voice begins making its way to the group. Chris' face flashed panic, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came. "Ennis. What a lovely reunion we're having," Victoria expresses without trying to hide her disgust in the least. Ennis was stocky, 6'5" and towered over most people in the lobby. This guy's arms make our truck tires look small. "Chris, Victoria." Ennis nodded. "Kali, this girl probably doesn't even know who you are. It was an accident." Ennis turned to Allison and smiled, his eyes flashing a bright red. Fear crept up her spine but she remained composed. She had never encountered a real werewolf, but she knew if something happened, her father could save her, even if this Ennis guy is an Alpha. "We're leaving now." Ennis grabbed Kali's hand and dragged her away, all the while she was glaring at the Argents.
"I really don't think it would hurt for you to stay home for one more year. We can train you more. We can start taking you on hunts to get used to-" "Chris, she's perfectly fine." "Yeah, dad, I could have handled that." "Allison if you had angered her even just a bit, Kali would have ripped you apart. I just want you to be more prepared, let's go." He turned away and starts to leave when Allison grabbed his arm. "Dad please, I can do this. I'm an Argent." After a long pause and a sigh, Chris accepts it and begins to head to the registration table.
"Name?" asked a pale woman with long, curly black hair. Her voice was monotonous and sounded like she had been doing this for a long time and was ready to go home. "Argent," spoke Chris. It was as if he had said he murdered her family because as she looked up from the table she looked terrified. "Oh, Mr. Argent. I'm so sorry. Uh, Argent. Okay, first name?" "Allison," Allison moved forward in front of her parents, "I'm Allison." "Okay, Ms. Argent. I'm Jennifer Blake. Looks like I have you first period. I teach Lycan Death and Druidology," the woman says with a smile.
What the hell is Druidology? "Uh, which class?" "Lycan Death 101. Okay let's see your room assignment.." Ms. Blake looked back to her stack of papers and started thumbing through the names. "Ah, of course, Winchester Hall. I should have known," she says with a small laugh. "Looks like you're rooming with Lydia Martin. She-" "Is she a hunter too? She's not a Shifter is she, I mean they didn't start letting them into the hall did they?" "Chris! That was highly inappropriate." Allison and her mother both became incredibly embarrassed. Did he seriously just say that? I mean, I don't WANT to room with a Shifter, but as long as it's not one of the mutts I won't complain too much.. "Uh, no, Mr. Argent. The only students allowed in are hunters and Emissaries. Ms. Martin is an Emissary, and a very bright one at that. She has an IQ of 170. She's a sweet girl, Allison. I'm sure you two will get along just fine. Now, if you'll just sign here you can go get situated. It was wonderful meeting you Mr. Argent." Allison signed a few documents then received her new room key. "It was wonderful meeting you Mr. Argent.." mocked Victoria. With a glare on his face, Chris took the papers from Ms. Blake and turned to leave the table.
"215..216..218? Where's 217?" The Argents made their way around the corner still searching for Allison's room. "Excuse me, miss, could you help us?" "Sure thing! What room?" the girl asked. "Uh, 217." "217? You must be Allison! Wow. And if you're Allison, that means.. Oh my gosh. Mr. and Mrs. Argent, it's such an honor to meet you." "Thanks..?" replies a puzzled Chris who exchanges a confused look with his wife. "You must be Lydia. Hello, I'm Victoria, Allison's mother." Victoria extended her hand to the girl who shook it with so much excitement, she thought she was trying to tear it off. "Yes, hi! I'm Lydia Martin. Our room is right down here." The 5'5" strawberry blond grabbed one of Allison's bags and lead them down the hall to their room.
Upon entering, Allison noticed that one side was already completed; unpacking done, pictures hung, and bed made. The other side, was completely empty with only a bed, dresser, and desk. "I was kind of hoping that once you got here you would spruce it up a bit. If I have to look at that white wall all year, I'll go mad." Lydia helped the Argents carry in all of Allison's things and said goodbye to them as she left for dinner with her own parents. "Well, she seems like a nice girl," said Victoria as she was unpacking the last box of Allison's clothes. "You two will be the best of friends, I know it." If we even get along.. She's just a bit too pink and peppy for my taste.