AN: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. It's just that I went and saw the Dark Knight Rises (which was amazing), got inspired to write for that, and lost all of my inspiration after I heard about the shootings. I just couldn't write anything, not one word for any of my stories. But last night's episode inspired me to start again. I always figured that something was up with that Matt kid, and I can't believe that Allison's mom died! Trust me that that will play into the storyline later on. I have some interesting ideas for Season 2, and I plan on continuing it beyond that as well.

Chapter 10-Grandpa Argent /Omega

Lydia's piercing scream and unexpected disappearance struck a chord with everybody. Our dad and his crew of hunters were out of the door within the hour, and Allison and I managed to sneak out the back door. I just decided to go without my crutches (they were really just for show anyway) and drug myself up on painkillers later.

Allison drove to the hospital as a starting point for our search. But when we arrived, I noticed Stiles walking out, holding something in his hand. Allison and I climbed out and hurried to catch him and Scott before they left.

Stiles yelped when he spotted us, and Scott whispered, "What are you guys doing here? Someone's gonna see us."

"I don't care. She is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do," Allison replied, defiantly.

"Yeah, but I can find her before the cops can," Scott explained.

"And we have utter faith in you, Scotty, but we need to find her before our father does," I spoke up.

"He knows?" Stiles asked.

Allison nodded, "Yeah, we just saw him and three other guys leave our house in two SUV's."

"Search party," Scott declared.

I shook my head. "More like hunting party."

"Well, get in," Scott urged, and Allison and Scott helped me into the back before Allison got in after me. I winced when my ankle started to throb, but I sucked it up.

When we got on the road, Stiles asked, "Okay, but if she's turning, will they actually kill her?"

"I don't know, they won't tell us anything," I answered.

"Yeah, they keep saying that we'll talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here," Allison finished.

"What others?" Stiles asked.

"We don't know; they won't tell us that either," I replied, exasperated.

"Okay, your family gots some serious communication issues to work out," Stiles said in a sarcastic tone.

"Are we going the right way?" I asked Scott, who had his head out the window like a Labridoodle.

"Take the next right!" Scott yelled back.

A little while later, we ended up at the Hale house. Stiles was holding onto my waist, helping me walk-limp the way while Scott and Allison followed. It was still kinda awkward between us; even more so, considering how close our bodies were. Even though it was cold out, my face was warming up.

"Wait, she came here? You're sure?" Stiles asked.

"This is where the scent leads," Scott replied.

Stiles still looked a little unsure, but we continued onward. "Has Lydia ever been here?" he asked.

"Not with me or Arielle," Allison said.

"This doesn't feel right. What do you think? You getting any Sixth-Sense vibes or something? Because I'm kinda freaking out," Stiles whispered to me as we glanced around.

"I thought you would be used to it by now. But, I don't know. Her body reacted differently to the bite than normal, so who knows? But it is still creepy out here," I said.

Stiles noticed something on the ground and kneeled to investigate. "Hey, look at this. I think its trip wire," he explained as he slid his fingers over a thin wire.

"Stiles, I think that's for-"I started to say as he lifted it up, and it caught.

"Stiles," Scott called out.

"Yeah, buddy," Stiles answered as we turned our heads in Scott's direction. Allison and I started to laugh since Scott was now randomly hanging upside down.

"Next time you see a trip wire, don't trip it," Scott said.

"Noted," Stiles replied, and we walked over to him to let him down.

"Wait, wait, wait! Someone's coming. Hide. GO!" Scott said, frantically as we glanced around to find somewhere to hide. Stiles grabbed my hand and I limped pathetically after him and Allison as we ducked behind a tree.

Stiles stood protectively in front of me, and I did the same for Allison. We could hear and see Dad and Scott talking, but we couldn't make out what they were saying.

A few minutes later, Dad left with the other hunters, and Allison asked, "Are you okay?" as we made our way over to Scott.

"Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad," Scott said in a light tone.

I followed the wire with my eyes and motioned to Allison. "Over there. Stiles, help Allison."

They went over to the pulley, but my mouth fell open when Scott cut through the wire with his sharp claws. "Thanks, but I think I got it," Scott said.

He motioned for us to follow him into the house. We searched it and around the house for about an hour, but nothing. No sign of her.

What was happening?

Xxx

Today was a hard day for me to get up and go to school since today was Kate's funeral. I had done all of my crying and mourning the night and two days after her death. I didn't want to cry anymore. I didn't like being sad.

Allison was having a much harder time with it, as that morning, she just climbed into my bed and cried for an hour. I cried a little bit with her, but I after that, no more tears fell. Maybe I just couldn't make anymore fall. Or at least that what I told myself.

When we finally made it to school, I was very late to Mr. Harris's class, but since I still had to walk around in crutches, he let me slide. I mean, I was good student, and I never caused any problems for him, so he had no reason to hate me. Everyone else, besides Scott, Jackson, and Stiles, stared at me with accusing eyes.

Danny helped me onto my stool beside him and I smiled at him and Jackson, who was also sitting at our table. He shot me a flirty smile back. That was a huge difference from the Jackson at Winter Formal.

I tried to focus on my quiz, until I noticed some black goop drip out of Jackson nose. "Jackson, what's that coming out your nose?"

Jackson wiped his face with his hand and gasped when he saw the goop. He ran up to ' desk and stormed out the classroom. He didn't come back.

After class, Danny said, "I'm sorry about your aunt, but is it true? All that stuff about her in the papers?"

I sighed, sadly, "She was like a big sister to me and Allison, but no, I didn't know about any of that stuff. If I did, then I would've stopped her. You believe me, right?" I knew lying was wrong, but Dad told us it was necessary sometimes. I guessed that this was one of those times.

"If you say that, then yes, I believe you. Besides, everyone has screw-ups in their families. My uncle Tommy hates my dad for stealing my mom from him, so every year on my dad's birthday, he gets drunk and dresses up as Santa Claus, even though my dad was born in May," he grimaced.

I chuckled and said, "Thanks, Danny. It's nice to know that someone still wants to be my friend."

Danny patted my back, "I'll always be here for you, Arielle. I gotta go find Jackson."

Then, he left and Stiles came up and helped me with my bag and crutches. The people still left were staring at us and whispering. I rolled my eyes and Stiles said loudly, "C'mon, people, she's in crutches; she didn't pull out a dead body from underneath her desk. Just move along, please; not anything to see here."

I stood up and Stiles put my backpack around his shoulders. "Thanks for sticking up for me. I swear, these people are like vultures, waiting to pick you apart. But it's gonna be ten times worse at the funeral."

"What you mean by that?" He asked as we walked toward my locker.

"It's gonna be this big show for the press. Cameras, reporters, police, the whole shebang. The point of a funeral is for us to grieve our loss, not become some media circus," I continued as I leaned against another locker as I opened mine.

A short girl with long brown hair and messy pigtails cleared her throat. I looked at her and she motioned for me to move. Couldn't she see that I was on crutches for crying out loud?

I ignored her and she cleared her throat again. "Oh, bite me, Hobbit," I growled as I put my Chemistry textbook in my locker. She scoffed, taken aback, and walked off.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side," Stiles mumbled.

I shut my locker and looked at him. Then, I hugged him, which was kinda hard considering how I couldn't stand up straight. So, he leaned against the lockers and held me with his free arm.

We stayed like that for a while, until the bell rang. Stiles had to go to his next class and I had to get home to get ready.

"Thank you. I needed that. But, can I ask you something?"

Stiles nodded, "Anything."

"Can you come to the funeral today? I mean, you would have to stay low, obviously, but I just need a friend there."

"I don't know. Mr. Harris gave me detention. I told you that guy hates me, but I'll try to come afterwards, okay?"

I nodded and took my backpack from him when Allison spotted us down the hallway. "You're the best. And I don't think he hates you that much. I think you're a spot ahead of the dog poop that I left on his porch last month."

"Wait, I heard about that. That was you? But, you don't even have a dog."

I shrugged before making my way down the hall. "You can thank me later."

Xxx

Just as they warned us, the gravesite was a media circus. You would think that Brangelina was going to show up by the amount of media coverage there was. Dad and Mom were trying to shield Allison and me from the reporters and cameras as we made our way to where we were to be seated.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Dad said.

"Well, it wasn't my idea," Mom spoke up.

"I tried telling him, but he insisted on making a point of it," Dad replied.

"Well, if he insisted, he can deal with it when he gets here," Mom murmured.

"When who gets here?" my twin and I asked in unison.

"Just sit down, girls," Mom ordered. After Dad moved my crutches to the side, we sat down next to each other and held each other's hand. Kate's death felt even more real to me as I stared at her coffin in front of me. I let my mind focus on other things, like the fact that Allison and I were dressed exactly alike, just like when we were little. I focused on the notable differences, like my straight brown-red hair, and Allie's dark, curly tresses; and the fact that I was wearing boots instead of heels like my sister.

Suddenly, it got very quiet and everyone's attention was on a tall man with balding hair and a very demanding presence. Our Grandpa.

Grandpa made his way over to us, flanked by two men in sunglasses. Neither Allison nor I had any idea what he did, just that he was no one to cross on a bad day.

Once he greeted our parents, he looked down at the both of us. "I can't believe that it's been so long since I've seen the both of you together. Arielle, when was the last time I saw you? Two years ago, correct?" he asked me.

I nodded, "Yes, I think so." I vaguely remembered, but about two years ago, Kate and I went on a cross-country road trip for the summer while Allison went to summer camp. For a short while, we had caught up with him in Aspen.

He turned to Allison. "You remember me?"

Allison gave him a slight nod and glanced towards the woods. Everyone followed her gaze and I let a slight smile touch my lips when I noticed Stiles and Scott slip out of sight.

"Well, considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I won't assume you'll call me grandpa. So, if it's comfortable calling me Gerard for the time being, but I prefer Grandpa," he smiled at us before sitting down.

I glanced back at the woods and saw Scott and Stiles wave at us. I flashed them a small smile and nod before looking down at my shoes as Mom glanced at me.

"Um, there was a bug, but I got it see?" I laughed half-heartedly as I stomped the ground hard with my uninjured leg.

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