"Who are they exactly?"
"Lexine."
"Okay, what the hell is a lexine?" Stiles asked Allison in great bewilderment. "Are they good or bad?"
"The Lexine is an organized group but newer to the hunter area," Allison began. "They work alone or in pairs, never in an entire group. Normally they rarely run into one another while out on jobs, very few recordings of one member or pair knowing of another. Jobs are usually handed to them by an unknown head or leadership role, mostly by a blocked number."
"That doesn't answer my question though," Stiles pressed, leaning in between the seats of the jeep from his spot in the back seat. Scott and Allison occupied the passenger and driver's seat, Scott behind the wheel of Stiles car. There wasn't really any agreement in the fact Scott called driver, but Stiles obeyed and slid into the back. "Are they good or bad?"
"They're whatever they're needed to be," Allison replied.
"Are they enough?" Scott asked. He tears his eyes from the road to look at Allison as he asks. Quickly, he adverts them back to the slick midnight road as Allison speaks.
"Yeah, how can two teenage girls be enough help for us?" Stiles retorts. "What great emergency help."
"They're highly trained assassinators with exceeding amount of ranking in arts of karate and weaponry," Allison quickly states. She grows annoyed with Stiles each time he speaks, but never says anything.
"They're assassins?" Scott exclaims, losing focus on the road, making the jeep swerve. He quickly gains control and straightens, keeping his eyes off everything but the road.
"Basically," Allison says.
"How can highly trained killers ever be a good thing?" Stiles said, leaning back in his seat.
"Like I said," Allison states, "they're whatever they need to be."
Silence quickly fills the car as the group drives through the sleet. Behind them follows the massive black jeep, twice the size of Stiles' car. A heavy truck to maximize the strength of its cargo. Trailing behind is the black SUV, following the sleek black fancy car that leads them into the town. Silent Beacon Hill's was still has the group drove into the town, who had no idea what to expect. Their hearts raced, minds spun with no idea what to come. Or if their new allies will be enough.
The three black cars followed the leader to the Argent's house. As the jeep's and SUV pulled into the crescent driveway, the sports one took off and went straight. Derek secretly told his pack to keep the strangers away from their domain, AKA: they're staying with the Argents.
The cars went dead in unison, doors popping open and the beings hopping out. A chorus of slamming doors rung out into the dead night as the group gathered near the front porch.
"We'll keep looking into this," Argent said to the guys. "Try to figure out why they're here."
"And we'll keep you posted on whatever we find out," Scott answers. Awkward silence falls over them due to the two dressed in black seeming unaware of this awkwardness.
"Umm why does he keep staring at us?" One of the girls said. She gives the group a look as Stiles quickly moves his attention away from the girl.
"Because he doesn't trust you," Allison says. "I'm going inside." The girl turns and walks up the steps, entering the house, leaving the door open and exposing the main room. They watch her go then cautiously turn back to one another.
"I don't believe I've caught your names," Scott says in attempt to ease the tension between them. He was of course, going to be working along with them. Why not try to get off on a somewhat good note with them? "I'm Scott, and this is Stiles."
The girl, who had first spoken, smirks before introducing them. "I'm Liv and this is Riley."
The girl standing next to her gives a small wave to the guys before sticking her thumb back in her pocket.
"Well it's nice to meet you," Scott said.
"You too," Liv said.
"Well it was nice talking to you ladies but we have to go now," Stiles said. He puts an arm around Scott's shoulder, casually steering him away and towards the jeep.
Climbing into the jeep- Stiles driver this time- the boys take off and start their silent way home.
_-*+*-_Liv's POV_-*+*-_
"Your friends are nice," I tell Allison as I walk into the Argents house. She stands in the middle of a family room, nicely decorated. It looks different from the last Argent house, some things gone and replaced, others never changing.
"They are," she says sternly. I can feel her eyes on me as I pick up a statue, one of the replacement items which may have been bought from my doing. Placing the useless knickknack down, I stroll through the room, looking at each item carefully, my wandering, curios mind sweeping over them. "Which is why I don't want anything to happen to them."
Turning on my heels, I stop to look at her. A serious expression clouds her features, bringing the strength and years of training out from them. Arms crossed, she watches me intently, eyes flickering to Riley every now and then as she stands by the entrance.
"In case I need to remind you," I say, my tone hardening, "we're here to help you guys, not kill off your friends. We were called to protect your friends, and we will do just that."
"Calm down Allison," Riley finally speaks. "Though Lexine works with people on both sides, we do not have a specific side, in case you've forgotten. We may have worked with hunters before going against wolf packs, but we'll fight with the wolves. It doesn't make us any less loyal to our duty."
"And she is very correct," I tell her, slowly walking towards her. I stop a few feet away from the Argent, keeping the distance. "We do our job, and we do it correctly. Just consider us part of the family." I smirk, making steam rise from Allison ears.
"Fine," she says quietly. "Just making sure."
"You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart," I play. She shoots me a glare, making want to bark out a laugh. The Argents and I have never gotten along. Pissing Allison off is one joy to his job.
Allison softens suddenly and I turn towards the doorway where Mr. Argent has appeared.
"Upstairs, last two doors on the right are your bedrooms," he says.
I nod, "Thank you, Mr. Argent." I give one last look to Allison, one of seriousness this time. "Don't worry," I say lowly for Mr. Argent's ears sakes. "We won't let anything happen to your friends."
"Thank you," she says, tiling her chin up. "That's all I ask." I leave her at that, following Riley up to our bedrooms.
Oh my gosh this story is having such a rough start omg I can't stress iIt enough. I apologize for it but I promise you that the story will get better. This is just a rough start. Yikes! haha thank you for reading!
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