So here's Chapter 2, sorry it's been so long between updates. Thank you to everyone who's checked out this story. Please continue to hold on with me. I'm really trying to make my chapters longer but with how I want the pacing of the story it doesn't seem to be working out. Later chapters will probably be longer. This chapter has some more character development for Eleanora and also some nice moments for Derek. I'm changing some of the layout of episodes and adding my own stuff so bare with me. As always reviews are appreciated.

Chapter 2: The Argent Women

Derek watched her leave and shook his head. He looked down at the ground to see she had dropped a piece of paper and a small notebook. He quirked one of his dark eyebrows as he crouched down to pick up the forgotten items. He straitened back out and looked at the paper. It was a long list of medications that he didn't recognize.

Derek's eyes scanned the page trying to make sense of the chemical names until they stopped on the name at the top. 'Eleanora Argent'. He furrowed his brows looking back towards where she disappeared.

'So more Argents in town,' he thought to himself, 'Scott better watch himself or he's going to get us both killed.'

He tucked both items into his inside pocket of his worn leather jacket. The small notebook was heavy for its size, probably expensive paper. He finished grabbing what he'd come for, first aid supplies. After the whole thing with Kate shooting him Derek figured having some supplies on hand would be a good idea. As he was getting used to being back in town he caught a few people staring at him with a mix of pity and fear. He knew he put off an intimidating vibe, it was just better if people left him alone.

Derek hopped into his Camaro and peeled away from the curb. He was so focussed on the road and the strange encounter he never noticed the black bike following him. It followed him the whole way until he turned onto the gravel road to his house. The bike pulled off to the side and the ride slipped off their helmet.

Eleanora's blue eyes scanned the area, "Derek Hale," she knew exactly who it was and that her instincts were right.

Derek pulled up to the burnt out house none the wiser. He made his way into the house and up to the room he had been sleeping in. He had been amazed when he came back, his room was relatively the same other than the damage weather and age had done. His posters were still on the wall but damaged from sun and water. He put the bag of supplies down on his desk and took his jacket off hanging it on the back of the chair. The notebook thumped against the wood of the chair heavily. Derek tried to ignore it, he didn't care what was in the book. Probably just ramblings of another crazed hunter.

Derek laid back on his bed grabbing the book he had been reading earlier and settling in. He tried to focus on the page he was reading but he re-read the same paragraph about 20 times before he finally threw the book to the side and stood up. Derek huffed in aggravation. He stripped off his shirt and made his way downstairs he jumped up grabbing the door frame to do some pull ups. After doing his pull ups he dropped down into push ups, then finally one handed push ups. Part way through his reps of push ups he paused, his muscles tensing immediately at the smell. He could just start to hear them but he could smell that perfume from a million miles away and it made his skin crawl.

She smelt of stale bourbon and sickly sweet orange perfume. He could feel her nasty smirk as he hid himself in the shadows upstairs. Glad that he was the only one able to hear his heart pound in his chest. It wasn't pounding out of fear or excitement, it was beating a rhythm of pure hatred and rage. He was able to hold onto his human side but just barely. That was until he heard her voice.

"Too bad your sister bit it before she had her first litter," she sneered her voice full of venom.

Derek was really struggling now, his eyes flashing between their stormy grey green and the brilliant blue that meant danger. His canines and claws were both extended. He took a few deep breaths calming himself. He didn't want to expose himself to her and her friends. But he could tell by the small manic laughter she wasn't going to give up that easy.

"Too bad she howl like a bitch," she spat starting to yell, "when we cut her in half."

The little sentence was all it took for him to half transform. He threw the first hunter across the room growling and snarling as the man hit the floor with a thud, knocked out. He jumped onto the banister growling a warning at her and the other hunter. Seeing her before him caused more anguish to swell in his heart, she was standing in his home. The ash that coated his lungs felt heavier suddenly. He ignored the feeling snarling again as he thrusted himself forward. Derek kicked the older hunter square in the chest sending him flying.

All that was left was her.

Derek's rage clouded his judgement as he watched her unfold her baton. He charged with no care of his safety in his mind. The smirk that twisted her face should have been a clue. He didn't even get within two feet before she whacked him with the baton. White hot pain radiated through out his body from that single point of contact. He fell to the ground on his back his muscles contracting painfully from the electric shock going through them. He writhed in pain desperately trying to get up onto his knees and out of this venerable position.

"Wow this one grew up in all the right places," she teased, "I don't know whether to kill it or lick it."

Derek could tell she was getting pleasure out of the whole thing. He was desperately trying to claw his way to the couch in the room. He knew if he could get there he could use it to support his weight enough he could throw himself at her. Maybe he could catch her off guard and disarm her. Maybe he could finally put the bitch down. He got the couch and tried to push off. But he was too slow and weak. She seen it coming and slammed the baton into his chest again. Derek flipped over slamming onto his back again as she laughed at him. Derek was convulsing on the floor in pain and she was enjoying it immensely.

"Ahh, 900,000 volts," she told him staring at the electricity sparking off of the black baton.

She looked over at him watching him for a split second before continuing into her speech.

"You never were very good with electricity, were you?" she asked raising her eyebrow, "Or fire."

She let out a small laugh and continued to follow his slow progression to the doorway.

"Which is why I'm going to let you in an a little secret. And well maybe we can help each other out," she offered him a double edge sword and perched herself on the arm of the old sofa.

"Yes your sister was severed into pieces and used as bait to catch you. Unpleasant and barbaric. And frankly a little too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for my taste," she shook her head make her sandy blond curls bob, "but quite true. Now here's the part that might really kick you in your balls. We didn't kill her."

Derek knew better than to believe anything that came out of the poison mouth. He glared up at her from his spot on the floor where his muscles were still spasming.

"You think I'm lying?" she asked him playing the hurt little girl.

"Wouldn't be the first time," he tried to sound mean but his quivering voice relayed both his pain and his anguish.

"Sweetie, why don't you just listen to my hear and tell me if I am? Okay?" she asked talking to him like he was a child, "we… didn't… kill… your… sister."

With every word she got closer to him. He listened intently to her heart beat hoping for a lie. She was whispering in his ear now and it was taking everything in him not to just whip around and rip her throat out with his teeth. But she wasn't lying. He heart beat was steady. She may be a cold hearted bitch but Derek didn't think she could lie well enough to get passed his built in lie detector.

"You hear that there's no blips or upticks. Just the steady beat of the cold hard truth," she pulled back smiling almost softly at him.

Derek was trying desperately not to think about his past with this woman. She stood up moving away which made it easier to distance himself. He just wanted to be left alone now to keep figuring out who had killed Laura.

"We found bite marks on your sister's body Derek. What do you think did that? A mountain lion?" she scoffed at the ridiculous cover story, "Why aren't we helping each other out? Might as well admit what you've been guessing all along which is that the alpha killed your sister. All you have to do is tell us who he is and we'll take care of it for you. Problem solved. Everybody goes home happy."

She stopped gauging his reaction when Derek wouldn't make eye contact she realized the truth and her eyes went big, "Unless you don't know who he is either. Well guess who just became totally useless.

Derek watched her go for the gun strapped to her back and he took off. He ran out of the house as she fire her machine gun at him. She missed and he took off into the woods. Derek ran only turning back when the gun fire stopped. He couldn't believe it, he was sure the Argents were responsible for Laura's death. Especially when Chris had cornered him not that long ago threatening him.

He decided then and there he was going to do whatever it took to find out who the alpha was and why he had killed Laura. Derek took off continuing to run formulating a plan as his body healed form all of the electric shocks.

Eleanora arrived back at the house shortly after following Derek. A plan of her own. She had to confront her father. He had left out some key things when reporting back to Gerard. She also wanted to ask about her sister. She was happy to see that her Mother's car was gone. With him alone she could force him to answer. Her Mother's role as leader would have gotten in the way of the questions.

She found him in the garage cleaning his favourite hunting rifle. Most people would have thought this was a bad time to talk. What with a deadly weapon within reach. But Eleanora knew her father better, if he was cleaning a weapon he was thinking deeply. She had done the same thing a few times a habit she'd developed from the same person he did, Gerard. She swore at herself as her hand started to shake slightly. It was too soon, she shouldn't take any more pills but she had to. There was no way she could do this with her mind somewhere else, especially where it was trying to go. She downed a few pills and steadied herself before clearing her throat loudly.

Chris' head snapped up surprised she had snuck up on him and then his eyes narrowed as he took in her guarded stance. His eyebrow shot up almost to his hairline.

"I think we need to have a talk," she simply said.

"I was wondering how long before you thought that," Chris sighed and she could see the tiredness behind his eyes.

"I'm wondering why you haven't told Gerard that Derek Hale is back in town?" this time her eyebrow shot up mimicking his expression, "And why Allison still isn't being trained when he was under the impression she was?"

Eleanora stared her father down her eyes a deeper blue than his at the moment. Chris hated that she had so much responsibility she was in her early twenties. He took a good hard look at her. She had more scars than he could count showing on her arms and chest. He even noticed a few on her face. She always had a hard edge to her since that day. Gerard believed this made her a better hunter. He had given her a pet name, his "Moon Huntress". She had a knack for finding the beasts without them knowing she was even there. If he didn't know better he'd think she was one of them with the ferocity in her eyes at the moment. He rubbed his face tiredly before he finally answered her.

"I didn't tell Gerard about Derek because we need him to lead us to the others," Chris stated simply.

"Others?" Eleanora narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her.

"Yes there's the Alpha I told him about but we believe there's at least one other Beta. We think he's recently turned someone. But we have no proof the other has hurt anyone as of yet," Chris shrugged.

Eleanora eyed Chris with a calculating stare as if she was trying to tell if he was lying or not, "and Allison?"

This is when Chris broke eye contact with her, "I wanted to keep her out of it as long as possible. After what happened before you went to live with Gerard we decided we would only let Allison in if we had to."

Chris looked up and seen the pain in his oldest daughter's eyes at his words. She was silent for a very long time. He knew his daughter was weighing her options. It almost brought a smile to his face as he would have been doing the same if he were in her shoes. A few moments later her shoulders dropped with her decision.

"I will stay and help find the others on one condition," she stated simply her husky voice robotic sounding.

Chris nodded for her to continue.

"We keep Allison out of it completely," she met her fathers eyes with determination, "she's the only good thing left in this god damn cursed family. I will fight tooth and nail to keep her innocent and blind to this world. I will not let her end up like me."

Chris was shocked at the force behind her words but this time he did smile.

"Agreed," he stuck his hand out for her to shake.