A/N: I do hope you enjoy this fanfiction on Chris Argent turned werewolf. There's much more to come.

Chris Argent was bleeding profusely, he tightly grasped his stomach, the pain was unimaginable as blood seeped through his fingers. He removed his shirt wincing in pain as fabric was caught in his wound. Bundling it up into a ball, he pressed it as hard as he could against the gaping wound. He knew he shouldn't have gone on a lone hunting trip, but he had to get out of the Argent House for a reason he no longer remembered.

Arriving at his house, he was relieved to see there were no lights on. Entering the house he made a straight line for the shower, turned on the water, disrobed the rest of his body, realized his bleeding had slowed. He took down the showerhead, let the water slide down three inches above his wound the blood washed off, swirling into the drain.

Upon closer examination, he could see the bite had ripped deep into the finely toned muscle of his stomach. It was healing and quite nicely too.

"Fuck" he said loudly beating the walls of the bath/shower.

He got out, grabbed a towel dried himself then naturally wrapped it around his waist then gathered his blood soaked clothes, went into the living room, grabbed matches and lighter fluid from a locked cabinet. (There was no way in hell Allison's little hands were to even touch these products,) he went outside, opened a metal trashcan threw his clothes inside, doused them with the fluid. Attempted and failed at lighting several matches. Once he had finally ignited a match and thrown it inside the trashcan he was forced to move back quickly as the large amount of lighter fluid flared up quick and hot. He watched it burn and hoped no one was going to come home.

"Daddy?" a small voice startled him "What you doing, daddy?" Allison, a five year old Allison, stared up curiously at her father.

"Allison. Where's Mommy and Aunt Kate?" he asked picking her up.

"I don't know. They told me to stay here and be a good girl." Allison said. "Why did you make a fire?"

"Because daddy had to burn his old clothes, they were all torn up." Chris said to his daughter. Hoping he didn't give too much away even to his five year old.

Chris put Allison into her room, setting her down onto her bed, looked out her window but there still was no sign of any of the other Argents. He went into his room changing into a pair of briefs and jeans. The front door opened as he entered back into Allison's room he could hear voices as he went into her closet, dragging out a suitcase. He took everything hanging up from Allison's closet then started with the drawers. He couldn't fit everything into the suitcase, he went into his room and ten minutes later came in with a large suitcase. Shoving the rest of Allison's clothes in with his he heard approaching footsteps ascending the stairs. Victoria came into his room when she saw the suitcases, her look turned from stern to absolute vile.

"What the hell are you doing, Chris?" Victoria shot daggers with her eyes at him.

"I'm leaving, Victoria, I'm moving somewhere else in Beacon Hills and you are not to make contact with Allison at any school or anywhere else. I will make sure every school she attends you're not welcome there."

"You can't just leave, Chris, we have an obligation to hunting!" Victoria barreled down on him. By this time Kate had made her way upstairs. "Your brother is leaving." Victoria told Kate.

"Why?" Kate had her brother tightly by the wrist.

"Let daddy go, Aunt Kate! You're hurting him!" Allison screamed. She had been holding her hands over her ears trying to muffle out the screaming.

"You shut up!" She jabbed her finger at Allison. Allison's eyes widened, tears begun to well in her already red puffy eyes.

"Mommy!"

"No, Allison." Victoria said vehemently.

"You fucking left her all by herself. A five year old child, left alone by herself?" The anger inside of Chris was a raging monster waiting to be let out of its cage.

"She can fend for herself if anything happened." Kate screamed.

"Fend…fend" a deep chuckle reverberated through Chris's chest. A sarcastic laugh. "A five year old without any kind of training is supposed to fend for herself against werewolves? Are you mad? She could have been turned or killed! An Argent a werewolf?"

Both Victoria and Kate avoided the question, knowing full well she couldn't fend for herself.

"She wouldn't have been left alone if you didn't go out to hunt by yourself." Victoria retorted jnstead.

"Don't you blame me for your negligence. One of us is always with her when either of us go out hunting with the others." Chris said directed both at Victoria and Kate. "I'm leaving here and never coming back. I will hunt on my own or find another pack. I will not stop killing werewolves or any other weres."

Deep down Chris knew this was a lie, he knew he'd been turned and was not willing to commit suicide just because of his now dying beliefs. What would happen with Allison once the full moon came was, at the moment, beyond him. The only thing he worried about was getting Allison safely into his car with their suitcases.

"Come on, Allison, we're leaving." Chris offered his hand to her. She looked between her mother and father's patiently waiting hand.

"Don't you dare, Allison, don't you even dare." Victoria screamed at her. A full on rage towards her husband. A scared Allison reached for he'd father's hand. Kate couldn't do anything but glare at her brother. He stared right back at her when he heard the sound of a slap. Looking over at his daughter just in time to see his wife's hand rising from her face. Allison cried even harder, latching herself into Chris's waist. He kneeled down, told her to piggy back, she complied completely. He took both of the suitcases in his free hands.

"Don't you ever hit my daughter again. Neither of you ever come near her again." Chris said. Heading out of the door and down the stairs.

"Hold on tight." Chris told Allison his demeanor completely changing.

The two women were left there seething with anger, but they didn't dare cross Chris again, not now. Their revenge would come somehow. They just didn't know how or when.

The drive was in silence, the darkness was heavy, but as Chris checked his rear view mirror he found a jubilant Allison. He was happy and relieved for her current mood. A diner at the edge of Beacon Hills shown it's lonely lights. He pulled into the parking lot with three other cars.

Allison rid herself of the car quickly, they entered the diner and were told to sit themselves. Allison chose the biggest booth next to a window. A kids menu had been placed in front of her. Macaroni and cheese with French fries and chicken tenders was her immediate choice with a Sprite. Chris did not argue with her that she probably wouldn't finish her food. Instead he let her tell the waitress what she wanted and ordered just cheese burger and water for himself.

As Allison colored in her menu, Chris was in his address book staring at the name Derek Hale. He planned on arriving on Derek's property unannounced. Surrender every thing and explain what had happened. He was in hopes that Derek would help him with him becoming a werewolf. A thought ran through his head, whether it was too soon and he was on quick judgement, was whether Derek would bite a five year old child, so they could learn the werewolf ways together.