Andrew dropped his backpack on the floor by the bed and sat, curiously watching his twin struggle to choose what to wear on their first day to the new school. "You are going to look good in whatever you choose, Allison. You're just delaying." He stated. She shot him a look as she hung up the shirt she had in her hand. "Fine. What if I am?" She threw her hands up in exasperation, "We move so often. What if this school doesn't take? I don't want a repeat of Miller High."
"For me or for you?" He asked with a grin. She took a shirt out from the closet. "For both of us. You got into a lot of fights because of me." She answered. "Sis, I'd happily fight anyone who hurt you." He declared. He stood up and made his way over to where she stood in front of her closet. "I know you would. It's why you're the best big brother ever." She smiled. "Damn right I am." He replied, teasingly nudging her side.
He picked his backpack up off the floor as she put on the shirt he had handed her. "Can I drive?" She asked as she pulled on her denim jacket and wrapped a scarf around her neck. "Nope." He shook his head, already heading towards her bedroom door. She frowned but grabbed her backpack and followed.
The car ride to Beacon Hills High was silent, all except for the radio that was blasting rock songs. "There is nothing for you to worry about. You'll be okay, and if not, feel free to let me know and I'll kick someone's ass." He told her as they walked into the school. She smiled slightly.
"I wish you had also been held back a year so I wasn't alone." She quipped. "I did all the work and all of the extra credit." He shrugged his shoulders, "But I'll still be with you. I'll leave my phone on, so you could text me if you need anything. I'm always with you, Allie."
She nodded her head, letting him talk to the woman at the front desk in the office. He gathered their schedules and they left. "Are you going to wait for the principal?" He asked. She nodded once more. He handed her one of the slips of paper and kissed her forehead, "See you later."
"The first time I let you drive the car in this town and you hit a dog?" Andrew questioned. School had been long over by than. Allison made a face while she took off her boots. "Andrew!" She groaned loudly, "You're supposed to make me feel better, not make fun of me."
He held up his hands defensively. "I'm not making fun of you. I'm simply stating facts." He spoke as he rested his hands under his head. "I also have a date." She said while she sat at her desk and pulled her homework out of her bag. "A date?" He repeated, "With who? Allison this was your first day of school."
"He's nice." She shrugged her shoulders. "You've only known him a day. Barely a day at that." He noted. He was visibly upset over this, she saw when she looked at him. "You don't want me to be happy?" She asked the man as she returned her focus to her homework. "You know that isn't true," He shot her an accusing glare, "I just don't want you to get hurt again. What happened to the whole 'no boyfriend till college' thing?"
She hesitated, thinking before she spoke. "Scott seems different. I can't explain it. Could you just trust me on this one?" He sighed at her response. "Ok. Fine. But I don't like this kid already." He said. He could tell that she had rolled her eyes at him despite being unable to see her face.
"Allison made it home safe." Chris Argent informed as he gripped his bow tight. "That's good." Andrew stated as he readied his rifle just in case. Chris nodded, seeing his son about to speak but decide against it. "Andrew." Chris said to get his attention, "What is it?"
"It's cold as hell, is all." Andrew said. The cold doesn't even affected him but that answer came easier than his secret did. He wasn't going to tell his father about what he is, or the bloodlust that constantly burns the back of his throat. They're hunters after all. "Hey. I think that I see something." He heard one of his fellow hunters say.
Andrew paused to listen. He heard talking. He waited until everyone else had moved before he did. The one werewolf his father had pined to a tree via arrow had to be new. He didn't look more than sixteen. Andrew let his gun fall to his side.
There was something familiar about the werewolf. He shook it off and fired off rounds at the other werewolf. He gritted his teeth, making a split second decision to stay and help his fellow hunters instead of going after the werewolves he could hear in the distance.
"I need to go home." He mumbled as he pulled his dad to his feet. "Andrew, they didn't bite or scratch you, did they?" Chris asked, tightly gripping his arm. He shook his head and brushed some dirt of off his father's back. "No. No.. I just.. It's Allison. She's upset. I'd like to go cheer her up." He finally said.
Chris opened his mouth to speak, but quickly stopped himself. "Let's get home than." Chris said. His parents had stopped asking a long time ago, but Andrew knew that they never stopped wondering how the in the hell he and Allison always knew if something happened to be wrong with the other. Just like he knew Allison had felt him die.
He remembered coming home that night and Allison hugging him tightly, tears in her eyes. He opted not to think about it now. It made the burning worse and he didn't want to deal with that. Not now. Andrew hated reliving that night. He hated the way his sister sobbed and wouldn't let him out of her sight for days.
They eventually made it home and Andrew went right to his room, knowing he would find her there. "Where have you been?" Allison questioned. "Out with dad. A little business trip." It wasn't a total lie, so he didn't feel as bad about saying it. She slowly nodded her head.
"What's got you upset, huh?" He changed the subject as he sat on the edge of his bed, glancing back at her as he untied his shoelaces. "Scott left me at the party. He started acting really weird and just left." She said, "Do you think it was something I did?" She frowned.
"No, I think he's a dumbass and probably realized how out of his league you are." He grinned at her. He stood and took his boots to drop them inside his closet. "Can I sleep in here tonight?" She asked. "Yeah. Of course," He paused, "This kid leaving really got to you."
"I like him." She shrugged. He looked back at her and immediately moved to the bed after seeing the tears in her eyes and tackle-hugged her. "Don't cry, ok? He has probably already realized his fuck up. Remind me not to take your word when it comes to boys though." He teased. She laughed quietly and wiped her eyes.
"I have to admit that this is a little odd." Alan Deaton said. "It's still odd to me too." Andrew replied, tossing the emptied bag of blood into the trashcan. "Do your parents know?" Deaton asked curiously. Andrew shot the man a look, "Do you really think I'd still be alive if my family knew?"
"No. How long have you been able to keep this from them?" Deaton asked. "Few months." Andrew stated as he grabbed the other bag. "It's not my place to know, but may I ask how you became what you are?" Deaton asked. "You're helping me. I'll answer whatever you want to know." Andrew responded. He drained the bag and tossed it.
"I was on a hunt, just me and a friend of my dads. He had to stay home, never told me why. We thought that it was just an omega and that we would go home soon which wasn't the case. We argued. He thought that my dad was too easy on the werewolves. He doesn't agree with the code and thinks that any supernatural should be slaughtered." Andrew frowned.
"You didn't agree with him?" Deaton guessed. "I thought working by the code worked just fine. The point is that we separated. It felt like I had been trekking into those woods for hours. I stopped to take a breather and I got attacked." Andrew huffed. "By the omega?" Deaton said.
Andrew nodded. "I never saw it, but I knew that it was a werewolf by the claws.. It hurt like hell." He said. He imitated the werewolves hand and placed his fingertips on his left pec and almost right under his shoulder. He dragged them diagonally until he reached his side.
"There was no way I'd survive that." He stated, "I was bleeding out. Fast. All I wanted to do was die and then I felt my sister just get so upset and some guys bloody wrist on my mouth before it all went dark." He sighed, "He had to have moved me because I wasn't in the woods when I woke up and he seemed really surprised that I even woke up."
"He told me that he thought he had given it to me too late and that it wouldn't work, but it did. Then he told me what he was, what I was going to be if I decided to go through with the transition. I knew if I died Allison wouldn't believe whatever lie they told her." He folded his arms across his chest, frown on his face.
"She'd snoop around and eventually Allison would find out about what we do. I wouldn't be able to protect her from all of this if I was dead, so I went through with it. We're closer to each other than we are anyone else, so I have no idea if she could withstand my death. I know I wouldn't be able to withstand hers." He uttered. "What happened after your.. transition?" Deaton asked.
"I stayed with the man, Damon, and he taught all the basics. He gave me this," Andrew pulled his right hand out of pocket to show the ring on his ring finger, "Let's me go outside during the day. I was with him for about a week before I knew I had to go home and face them. I told my parents that we killed the werewolf but not before it attacked an innocent and I stayed to make sure that that innocent lived."
"When I first came home, Allison hugged me tight and just sobbed on my shoulder. I had to lie to her because she knew about how I had died. I had to tell her that I was just visiting family and that I never got hurt. I was fine. I know she still doesn't believe me, but she doesn't ask about it anymore." He rubbed his mouth before he would fold his arms across his chest once more.
Andrew dropped his backpack on the floor against the wall as he walked into his room, flopping onto his bed. "So. What was so important for you that you had dad pick me up?" Allison asked, referring to earlier when he had left school early to go see Deaton.
"Job interview." He lied. "Well... I decided to give Scott another chance." She informed. "He's the one who left you at the party?" He asked. She nodded while she sat beside him on the bed. "Allison, are you sure that's a good idea?" He said. "I hope so." She declared.