Aimless

Chapter 2: Resolution and Agitation

Isaac woke up on the forest floor, and damn that was not comfortable. His shorts were shredded. "Oh well," He said sighing as he walked back to the Argent compound, naked as the day he was born, with leaves stuck to his skin.

He scaled the wall up to his second story window so he didn't have any uncomfortable encounters with any of the Argent's. He was just finishing getting dressed when a knock was heard at the door. "Come in," He called pulling his shirt over his head. He assumed it was Chris, since none of the other Argents ever spoke to him, except to insult him, and none of them ever came to his room.

"Isaac," a hauntingly familiar voice said, and Isaac spun around, his heart racing, only to see a smaller blonde version of Allison. He huffed a small breath out of his mouth. It was just one of her cousins.

"Hi, uh, no offense or anything, but what do you want with me?" He said, confused.

"Grandpa wanted all the hunters to meet in the ballroom, he said that includes you too. He sent me to make sure that you could find your way." The girl told him. She couldn't have been older than seventeen, and was probably armed to the teeth.

Isaac recalled that the most senior member, and the leader of this compound was Gerard's brother, so this made Isaac just a bit nervous. "Okay, lead the way then," Isaac said, motioning for her to go first.

"You better go first. You never turn your back on the enemy." The girl said this in a dead voice as if she were merely repeating words that she'd been told, but had no belief in. Isaac complied, not caring much if she killed him while she was behind him. What did he have to lose anyway?

"What's your name by the way," Isaac said in a conversational tone, trying to pretend as though he weren't her arch enemy.

"Delphine" She responded. Isaac couldn't see her face, but her voice still held a note of that dead like quality it had the previous time she spoke.

"Were you named after the oracle of Delphi?" Isaac asked. His interest peaked.

"Yeah, my mother thought it would be entertaining," She said, her voice now saturated with sarcasm. Isaac was satisfied that he at least broke through her wariness of him. Most of the Argents thought of him as less than human, and tended to forget that he still had feelings.

"This isn't weird at all," Isaac muttered under his breath as he was led into a giant ballroom. "What in the hell do you need this place for?" He said turning to face Delphine.

"I don't know, I think it's here just in case we might need it," She said shrugging a shoulder and going to sit at one of the unoccupied seats at the long table. Isaac paused at the door, searching for Chris amongst a sea of similarly built men.

"Isaac," An old man with scars crisscrossing his face, neck, and exposed arms. He was a formidable looking old man, still muscle bound even in old age, and he eerily reminded him of Gerard. He was the man that Chris was named after: Christoff Argent.

"Join us," Christoff said, while motioning to an empty seat toward the head of the table, across from Christoff's own wife, and surrounded by people Isaac did not know, and that most likely wanted to kill him. Isaac was utterly terrified.

Isaac swallowed audibly as he made his way to the seat indicated. He focused on keeping his heart rate stable, the last thing he needed was to go all werewolf in a room of werewolf hunters.

Isaac took a seat, trying not to look like a sulking teenager and attempt to listen to this Gerard look-a-like. He didn't pay attention after the first few minutes as he was discussing the code of the Argent family, and there sure was a lot of french in there that Isaac wasn't even about to attempt to understand.

What finally broke him out of his thoughts was the mention of a name, her name. Allison. "In memory of one of our fallen, one who fell entirely too young, I am going to propose a change to our code as a family. One branch of the Argent's has already done so, I would like to make this a permanent change." He said, eyes resting on Isaac.

"Could I, could I please say something?" Isaac said, his voice thick with emotion, and eyes beginning to tear up. After Christoff nodded Isaac began, "I know you all don't know me very well, some of you don't know me at all actually, but I just wanted you to know that I loved Allison with everything inside of me, and she loved me too. Despite the attentions of my Alpha, she chose me. It would mean the world to me if you changed the code. All she wanted to was to protect people. We need to focus on protecting those who need protecting." His voice got stronger with every word until he was standing and speaking proudly.

Murmurs broke out in the large room. Isaac could hear every word that was being said. Some of the older members of the family expressed their disgust at Allison for being involved with two werewolves, but from what Isaac was hearing, not too many were adverse to the idea of a change in code. The younger ones even seemed to agree with it.

Christoff held up his hands, signaling for silence. "Those in favor," He said simply. From what Isaac could see, the majority of the table was in favor. "Those opposed," About two dozen people opposed the idea. "It seems as though the majority are in favor."

Isaac sat, bewildered by the proceedings around him, it almost seemed unreal. Was it really that easy to change the code that the Argent family had lived by for more than 200 years?

"I would like to propose another change," Chris' voice rang out in the Ballroom. Even without werewolf hearing Isaac guessed that he could have clearly heard him from anywhere in the gargantuan ballroom.

"I'm interested to hear what you have to say Chris, after all, it was your daughter who was the catalyst to this change in code." Christoff said looking not at all surprised by this new motion.

"I want to abolish the part of the hunter code that forces hunters to kill themselves if they are bitten by a werewolf. As Isaac could probably attest to, being a werewolf would make us better hunters, and we have the wherewithal to control it. If someone is bitten and wants to live, I think we should let them. Too many people have died, my own wife included because of that." Chris took a seat as he finished his piece.

"Isaac, could you please tell us how being a werewolf would make us better hunters?" Christoff said.

"Uh, well for one, you get faster, and stronger. You're senses are heightened, so you can track someone just by scent, and see things that human's can't. Also, you heal really fast, and don't get sick. And you can take away someone's pain." Mutterings began around the table as Isaac spoke, some agreeing readily, and some still seemed wary and skeptical.

"We won't decide this matter at the present time, it can wait a while, but I would like to remind you that this werewolf is a guest in our compound, and it has come to my attention that he hasn't been treated as such." Christoff said with a suspicious looking glint in his eyes. It seemed to Isaac that he was deliberately trying to start trouble.

That was supremely difficult for me to write. I don't really want to give Isaac a love interest(aka Delphine...), but I want to make him a hunter, and what better way for him to be accepted into the family... I don't know at this point. Let me know what you think about that. I thought about bringing Allison back to life, but I can't think of a convincing back story for that one. I might do some research into it. Maybe a Nogitsune trick, and Allison is really alive somewhere... Let me know what you think! Thanks!