I hope people are enjoying this. I hope to upload one everyday to help me creatively. I am currently working on a Sci-Fi novel and to stop myself getting writers block, I decided to write some small fanfiction to keep the creativity going. Hope you enjoy!

Derek growled as he stood in a stand off with his uncle Peter. The pair had been at it for hours, training and preparing for attacking the Kanima. They knew who had become the Kanima, just getting ahold of Jackson hadn't been easy. Each try they took was thrown back in their face leaving them to limp away to heal. Pouncing at Peter, Derek took a low swipe at his uncles feet to distract his balance. As he raised his hand to assist throwing the man to the floor, Peter regained his balance quickly before landing a fist into his nephews face. Staggering backwards, Derek fought to regain his balance. Before he could, Peter had flawed his nephew and placed his claws strategically at his throat.

"How much I would love to show you what it is like to have your throat slashed by your own flesh and blood. But we have other matters to pursue."

Leaning back, Peter walked away from Derek and stared out the window frowning.

"Why didn't you. We might have other matters but I know how much power means to you Peter."

Turning around and flashing his teeth, Peter tried to restrain his anger.

"Right now no power can protect anyone from Jackson. Just one nick and we all are unprotected. And I don't like that thought."

Peter growled then turned and walked towards the sofa before falling down onto it. Stress ran through him at the thought of just one person taking so many people down. How is he suppose to become an Alpha when there's a Kanima running lose killing people and affecting those he plans to steal power from.

"We need a plan and fast. Because at this rate, everybody in Beacon hills will be dead."

Scott wrapped up into his bed after a long night. Styles had stayed for a few hours whilst they talked about ways that he could still speak and see Alison. The call had unsettled him, yet he knew it was coming. With the way Chris had threatened him at the dinner, he knew trouble was going to come. Oddly enough he was more concerned for Alisons father. Sighing, Scott banged his head against the pillow.

"Scott?"

Looking up, Scott looked to his mother.

"Is everything okay?"

Scott shook his head and sat up on his elbows.

"I've lost her mum. I like her and I lost her."

Melissa sat down on the side of Scott's bed and smiled softly with sympathy.

"You really like her don't you?"

Scott looked down before looking back to his mum.

"She's special mum. There's no-one else like her."

Nodding, Melissa brought her hand to her son's face and gently rubbed his cheek. Watching her son in love just brought a smile and warmth to her heart. But seeing him confused and heartbroken also broke hers.

"Does she know?"

Shaking his head, Scott looked down.

"She knows, course she does."

Tilting her head, Melissa sat back taking in her son's expressions.

"Have you told her?"

Scott looked up to his mother and tilted his head.

"She's a girl, she'll know. I like her a lot."

Laughing softly, Melissa stood and walked towards the door of Scott's bedroom.

"A lesson for you Scott, she doesn't know. Girls don't just magically know. You need to tell her, tell her everything and tell her you love her. The sooner the better. Before you lose her for good. Now get some sleep, I'm heading to work as they are short staffed this evening."

Blowing Scott a kiss, Melissa walked out the room and headed down the stairs. Scott listened quietly to his mother getting ready for work before going out to her car and driving down the road. Laying back and staring at the ceiling, Scott thought of how he would tell Alison.

Blinking his groggy eyes, Chris focused on trying to open them. He felt his body being dragged before lowered against what felt like a tree stomp. Looking around as his eyes began to focus, Chris noticed he was in a forest. A shadow walked up to him who he soon realised was Gerrard. Grasping Chris's hands, the man tied them up tightly without saying a word.

"Gerrar- Pleaaase-"

Chris groaned as he noticed how hard it was to speak. It made him sound weak and begging. Something that he certainly wasn't. As he focused on trying to talk, Chris's hands were tugged as his body was lifted off the ground. Gasping at the initial pain of him dangling with his feet off the ground, Chris switched to focusing on breathing. He knew that if he was kept in this position too long, his body will struggle to take in air.

"I am disappointed in you Christopher. My own son and you are letting your daughter be around and with a wolf. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you think it is a bit deja vu?"

Chris lifted his head in shock to look at Gerrard. Did he know about Derek and Kate? He always had an inkling his father knew, but Kate seemed to keep it quiet. The pair were all over each other in high school. And each time Chris had to cover for his little sister when she slipped up.

"Scoh has… Hasn' hurt aneh-body. Just like Dereeek Didn'-"

Gerrard let out a laugh before hitting Chris across the face with the butt of his gun. The man walked around his son before standing in front of his face.

"Oh no no. I know about your sisters little fling with that… Wolf. It was a part of her initiation you see. We wanted someone to get close, and when Kate managed to draw in a Hale. Who better could we rely on to take the chance? Your sister played it perfectly and don't think your cover up's didn't go un-noticed."

Chris looked at Gerrard with shock as he realised who his father was talking about.

"You see Christopher, I know all about you and your fling with a Hale as well."

Rolling his gun in his hand, Gerrard looked up and smiled at his son whose mouth was open with shock. Walking to his 4x4, Gerrard placed his pistol on the bonnet before picking up a metal pole. Smiling and rolling it in his hand, he turned to his son and walked over to him. Gerrard looked to the pole before swinging it hard into Chris's side followed my his right leg.

"Oh no no. You see. I know about you and Peter Hale. All those times you lied about going out hunting, or going to those silly high school parties. Instead you were with that pathetic wolf making out. Shaming our family each time."

Chris yelled in pain as the metal pole continued to collide with his weak body. In some ways he was glad he was drugged, making the pain go quickly. But he was also frustrated that it left him weak, vulnerable to each hit. His mind swimming as pain flared through his body from various broken bones and lacerations.

"I let you continue, to see how far you would go against the family. I watched from afar as you made out with our enemy. Yet each time you gave an excuse. That's when I sent a group of hunters after the pair of you."

Chris looked to his father as the world spun around him. Realisation hit him as he knew the hunters he spoke of. The last time the pair of them were together, they had been ambushed. They were hiding in a cabin near the school when six hunters had cornered them and Chris was forced to pretend he was hunting the wolf. He apologised to Peter before giving a blow to the mans head with his pistol. When the hunters entered the cabin, Peter was beginning to come round and they dragged him out taking him to somewhere even he hadn't been. Chris remembered the words that left Peter's lips that night. Those words he screamed as the hunters dragged him before knocking him out with four 10,000 tasers all at once.

'TRAITER! YOU USED ME YOU TRAITER! I SWEAR I WILL COME AFTER YOU AND SLASH YOUR THROAT OUT ARGENT'

Chris lowered his head as he remembered the anger in his lovers eyes as he howled before he fell to the tasers. Two days later when Chris came to know where Peter was being held, the Hale's ambushed the location and rescued a weak scarred peter whilst killing five hunters.

"You see Chris, I gave you the opportunity to redeem yourself. And you did when you killed that Omega the night after. But now, now I know it was all a cover up. To protect yourself. I'm sorry to say no-one will be protecting you now."

Gerrard slammed two sharp objects into Chris. One in his right leg, the other in his left shoulder. Twisting the blades, Chris let out an unbearable cry.

"One perk of our family history is I know how to cause pain."

Turning the blades more, Gerrard smiled as he got up close to Chris as blood dripped from his lips.

"And now I am going to make sure you die a painful death. You are a traitor to the family and the name Argent Christopher.'

Yanking the blades out, Gerrard gave his son a second to yell in pain before he changed to the metal pole and began to hit his son repeatedly over and over.

After hours seemed to have past, Chris was lowered and tied to a tree where all of his weapons and tools were removed. The man was left in his blue jeans with a grey v-neck top. All of his clothes were ripped and heavily stained with blood. His head rolled about as he fought to stay conscious through the pain and darkness. Gerrard knelt down in front of his son one last time and grabbed his face.

"In a matter of hours the sun will rise. And it would not surprise me if you are dead by then. You better hope you're dead by then, because if not as soon as the mountain lions catch the smell of your blood, they are going to rip you to shreds whilst you are screaming."

Leaning in, Gerrard whispered into his ear.

"You are no longer my son, and I cannot wait for Peter Hale to find your ripped apart body. As for Alison, I'm sure Victoria will help in me convincing her that we got attacked by Peter and Derek whilst out on a walk with just our pistols. She'll have no clue that her filthy traitor of a father was helplessly bleeding in the woods."

Leaning back Gerrard smiled as he let go of his sons face. He took a fist to his own face followed by using his dagger to rip up his clothes and create claw marks across his chest.

"How fitting this must look. Goodbye Christopher."

Kicking his son's leg hard eliciting a groan from the weakened man, Gerrard smiled before heading to his van. In the distance Chris could hear his father speaking to Victoria saying there had been an ambush and that Chris was killed. Panic ran through the hunter as he thought to his daughter. 'I'm sorry Alison.' Fighting the darkness for a few more minutes until he no longer heard Gerrard's 4x4 but instead the blood pounding in his ears, Chris let his head dangle. Moments later he let the painless darkness take over.

Is this going to be the death of Chris Argent? Let me know what you think so far. It honestly helps!