Tables streching the size of a chemistry lab are layed with guns, bows, blades and ammo. It was usual of course for Chris to have this much in stock, even with the ecomomy the police still dealt in armery, they would alway need more guns, more ammo to stock up on and keep just incase the apocolypse started in plain old beacon hills.
To their knowledge Chris argent was just a dealer who knew a heap about guns, not suspicious of his hunter second life what so ever. Which worked for chris and his fmaily something to fall back on, to give an alabye for. He was interupted from introducing a remodeled AK to a couple officers when his phone rings.
"Allison everything ok?"
"She's not here at the moment"
"Who is this, where is my daughter?"
"So many questions, Christopher. We have no buisness with her other than that if Gerarrd doesnt turn up to meet us then circumstances maay change"
"Who is this?"
"I'm an old friend of your fathers"
"What has Gerarrd got to do with you and my daughter?"
"Oh a lot more than you realise, you just send him to the co0ordinates i'm about to send through, or the last time you see your daughter will be scatter across the town line"
"You son of a bitch let her go"
"Now for me to even consider that i need Gerarrd to meet wiht me"
"How do i know you havent already killed her and just using her as a ploy to get Gerarrd"
"You dont. However i like to believe trust is the best negotiator so hear talk to her yourself"
"Dad?"
"Allison"
"Dad help me i'm-" deuclaion pulls the phone from allisons ear back to his.
"nope, hear that she is still alive nd she will do untill the hour is up if Gerrard isnt there uderstand?"
Chris puts down the phone, appologizing to the officers that he has to leave to pick up Allison. When he gets home Gerrard is sitting in the living room swooning to mozart through the radio. Chris storms to his side slamming his hand into the rdio knocking it across the room.
"He has allison you peice of shit, my daughter is held up somewhere because you and your god damn secrets"
"She'll be fine, she after all says it hereslef that she can handle hereself of course she can. And to whom are we talk about"
"I dont know some old british friend of yours, if you dont meet him within an hour he's goign to kill her you understand me?"
"Deucalion, he's still alive that whimpering fool"
"What about allison, i dont give a crap about this dracalion guy i want my daughter back"
"He's an alpha, and dont worry about her he wont touch her not if he really wants me"
"No you so sure?"
"Deucalion, it's been. Well not long enough"
"I see you as happy to see me as ever"
"Unlike you i suppose"
"Blind jokes, hilarious"
"Enough with the showman ship, where is my grandaughter?"
"She's here, i give my word no harm will come to here, you appearance made that set in stone"
"I doubt your little pack would aggree to that"
"their opionion does not matter here, I am the one with the agenda. You see we have had this problem killings lately and well lets just say we dont approve"
"Strange for a werewolf to conider the life of an innocent"
"You far mistake us for th tale sin children's book Gerrard need i remind you that you were the one bringin the fight us many full moons ago"
"You digress so far from the agenda what is it that you want from me?"
"The kanima and An apology"
"What makes you think i have anything to do with that thing"
"Nothing, Bring her out here" Ennis and aiden drag Allison outside they had hidden inside the old mill factpry the perfect place from no one to find you r happen to walk past either, a great place to kill somone. They threw her to her knees releasing her but she was to clever to move and outnumbered. Peter walks from behind an old dump truck to the rear of Gerrard.
"You see i cant convice you to tell me something when you say you dont know, you may not but i cant take that chance, i cant allow for killing to happen when i am not demanding it. So i will not let it slide or forgive for it. My orders are the only orders, you answer to me"
"Answer to you the man so scared of himself breathing he couldn't even admit to being inlove with that hale bitch"
"How dar-" Deucalion is stunned quiet, as peters clas rip through Gerrards chest soaring backwards, his body slumps immediately to the ground like a switch turned off, blood excaped creating a pool around his torso, a thud follows as the still warm blood drenched heart falls from Peter's grasp, mostly shredded from is claws yet recogisable. Allisons screams rang in their ears, but she did not move her face pained and releiveed to be ridden of him. Forever. No more Gerrard no more Kanima.
Peter stood above Cora's frail body his cchest sinching with the rotting smell. His eye wuikcly shifted to the clicking and clanking of a pair of lou voiton pumps making there way into the apartment. Deualcion joins the room.
"this is Peter Hale, the man who's neice i asked for you to heal"
"Ah yes, i've heard of you quite the repuation around here, i must say i was never one to listen t rummors though" She walks over to Coras body only glancing at her before rejoining them,
"So you can fix here right?"
"Hopefully so yes"
"Hopefully what the hell does that mean?"
"It means i will try, by the looks of her theres only one that will save here"
"What is that exactly"
"Power"
"What of it?"
"She needs it, an alphas power. In order for her to heal she needs the pure strength, will to do so a beta is never as strong or willing as that of an alpha her instincts are telling her to give up yet an aphas would be to try and survive"
"And how do you suppose we get an alpha's power withou killing one? no like she can"
"You want to save her Right?"
"Of course i do but this, the only alpha is Derek"
"I must say even for me this seems like a far cry for help"
"Well you dont have any other choice, unless you want her do have a lingering painful death"
"It really doesn't bother me either way but he is family so its up to him"
"So? you going to save her or let her die"
"Save her you-you dont even know if this is going to work, i dont wont to work on a hunch from a sycotic bitch like you, for all i know you could be killing her"
"Why would i offer to save her then kill her? i would've just left her here to rot, by the smell of it shes half way to dead now. It must be horrifying for you, smelling the rotting flesh of you barely living neice, with your sense of smell too it must almost make you want to choke"
"Just do it, if it kills her i'll rip your god damn throat out"
"Now now, no need for the harsh words. I have good faith in the woman"
"Now leave me to it"
"I'm not-"
"Come peter"
"Wait, one thing" She takes a small barely 3 inch blade from her boot and draws it through peters hand lettinng the seaping flood trail into a pot she holds with her other hand, he stares at her bewildered as the blood dries up and his wound begins to heal.
"Drink" She tilts cora's head forwards to sip the mixture of blood and herbs, something ready prepared for the occaision as though it was a regular occurance. Cora spits up a little but is forced fed the rest until te whole cup is empty. "You'll sleep for a few days but you should be fine" Cora drifts slightly unable to hear what the woman repeats as though a chant. She manages to mutter out something.
"Who are you?" Barely audiable but it is heard.
"julia, Julia Baccari "