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Allison Argent. Just one of the many new kids in town.

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Hunting For Answers | Allison & Serena

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“Thank you,” Serena smiled genuinely, eternally glad that Allison had agreed. Maybe she could get this on the move, get the truth out faster than she thought. There was nothing more that Serena wanted than being able to tell B everything again. “Seriously, it means so much to me,” she glanced back at the hunter, unsure of what do next. Allison seemed like a sweet person for someone with such hunter ancestry. But then again, who was Serena to talk when she had a wolf inside of her?

Cautiously, she stepped forward and gave Allison a gentle hug. “You don’t have to tell her about your family’s hunting history. Just say that you know it was me,” she told her. She didn’t want Allison to get in any more trouble than necessary for her own carelessness. “I don’t know if it’ll be enough, but she needs to know.”

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"You're welcome, I guess," Allison shrugged with a slight smile. This was possibly one of the weirdest situations she had ever been in, but she supposed that if she were in Serena's position, she'd want her best friend to believe her, too. "Okay," she nodded as she hugged her back, rather awkwardly. "I hope it'll be enough. Um... Should I tell her at her birthday party? Maybe at the end of the night so it's not completely ruined?" It sounded like a terrible time to tell her, but if Allison wanted to wait until the time was right to reveal news like that to someone, she'd be waiting until well after New Years.

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The Same But Different | Jake&Allison

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Allison was upstairs reading the old Argent book for the tenth time when she heard a faint knocking sound. “Wonder who it is this time,” she muttered to herself with a groan as she recalled the random visit from Serena van der Woodsen just a few days ago. Setting the book down on her bed, she stood and made her way downstairs in a sprint, the draft in the house causing her to shiver as she was in her running shorts and tank. She’d been going for runs more often recently, figuring that whether or not she was to become a hunter, she at least wanted to be able to try to run from a wolf if it was chasing her.

Once at the front door, she looked through the peephole, relieved that it wasn’t the snappy, demanding blonde, but another blonde: Jake Armstrong, though this visit was just as unexpected. She opened the door and offered him a somewhat confused smile. “Hey, Jake… What are you doing here?”

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Jake knew this wasn’t his place. He knew that he shouldn’t have been interfering in what was definitely able to be classified as Argent business. But Allison had the right to know. She had already had to shoot a wolf. It only made sense for someone to educate her on the subject. So he had stepped up. It wasn’t a big deal, not really. He just had to make sure her father didn’t find out or there would be a witch cruid with his name on it in a heartbeat, and he would end up regretting giving Chris that little piece of information. But he couldn’t dwell on that. He smiled when she opened the door, throwing his story together in seconds, “I figured I should check in and make sure you were doing okay after the whole… wolf thing.” He said, sticking his hands into his pockets, “I asked around and someone said they thought you lived here… I know it’s weird. Sorry.”

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"Oh... That's nice of you." Smiling, Allison opened the door a little wider as she stood to the side to let him in. Though she didn't know him all too well, she had this gut feeling that she could trust him. Since Allison didn't feel like she could trust many people these days, she didn't want to ignore that feeling. "Believe me, I've had weirder visits. Come in." Shutting the door once he was inside, she turned around and folded her arms, shivering a bit from the cold draft she'd let in when the door was open. "Do you want anything to drink?" she asked as she led him into the living room.

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Hunting For Answers | Allison & Serena

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When Serena apologized, Allison tilted her head, studying her. It seemed sincere, and Serena didn’t seem to be happy about her lapse in friendliness. “It’s… It’s okay,” she said with another shrug, trying to reassure her that she hadn’t been hurt by her words. Allison was just surprised, and somewhat turned off from wanting to speak to her in the future. But maybe the Serena she had just seen wasn’t the real Serena. Allison needed to give her the benefit of the doubt. “It happens to all of us,” she said while managing a polite smile.

“Why do you need me to tell her? Does she not believe you?” Allison wasn’t sure if she wanted to be the one to tell Blair what happened to her. She didn’t know the girl, and just like Allison’s parents, people she trusted, hadn’t been the ones to introduce her to the supernatural world, she didn’t want Blair to feel as confused and hurt as she did. “I… I guess I could, but…” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, eyes closing for a moment. Allison just wanted all of this supernatural stuff to go away. It was complicating everything, and she had been so happy being ignorant and naive before. Now, she couldn’t remember even one moment lately that she wasn’t plagued by negative feelings caused by everything that had happened the last few weeks.

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Serena smiled slightly when it seemed like Allison forgave her. She wished she had that power. She could forgive and forgive and forgive, but she never quite forgot. She’d spent most of her life trying to look over what other people had done to wrong her, but she had trouble trusting again. That didn’t seem to be a problem with the hunter, however, and Serena would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous.

“She doesn’t believe me,” Serena shook her head, hoping that after all of this, Allison would still help her. “But she has to. If she doesn’t, I—do you have a best friend? The person you’re supposed to tell everything to, and I can’t. I tried, but I can’t. I couldn’t even apologize,” her face turned white. This was bad, really bad, but there was no turning back. If Allison was a good hunter and stayed prepared, Serena probably wouldn’t last another five minutes. Unless, she was the kind of werewolf who didn’t mind them in human form. Oh, she really didn’t know. “I’m what attacked Blair that night. I lost track of time and I just—It was me.”

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"W—What?" There was a twist she hadn't seen coming. Allison could only stare at Serena, her lips parted as her jaw had dropped slightly. It all made sense now. Serena's desperation to get answers, her frustration when Allison wouldn't give them to her. Allison almost backed away in fear, but caught herself. The book had said werewolves only turned on full moons or when they lost control of their emotions.

"I... Wow." That was all she could say right now. She couldn't imagine how Serena must be feeling, having attacked her own best friend. But along with the sympathy, Allison felt irritation. How could Serena have been so careless as to lose track of time on that night? "Yeah. I can tell her," she finally said with a nod. "But you have to promise me she won't tell anyone that I know. Or what I— what my family does."

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Hunting For Answers | Allison & Serena

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Serena opened her mouth in an attempt to respond, but Allison’s words were sobering. What was she doing? She was taking out her anger on a girl she barely knew, and thank God the girl wasn’t just letting it happen. “I’m—I’m sorry,” she sighed, closing her eyes in pain because somehow she managed to mess up. Again. This was the second chance she’d been wanting, and at every corner she kept screwing it up. “That wasn’t fair…”

She looked up to the corner of the classroom for a second before turning her glance back to the hunter. “I do know what happened to Blair. But I need you to tell her yourself,” she finally told her, but her eyes widened slightly when Allison continued about the “heavy” stuff. She hadn’t known? God, I’m just messing up every which way. “I know…what it’s like…to find out things about yourself that you didn’t know, but this is really important to me.”

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When Serena apologized, Allison tilted her head, studying her. It seemed sincere, and Serena didn't seem to be happy about her lapse in friendliness. "It's... It's okay," she said with another shrug, trying to reassure her that she hadn't been hurt by her words. Allison was just surprised, and somewhat turned off from wanting to speak to her in the future. But maybe the Serena she had just seen wasn't the real Serena. Allison needed to give her the benefit of the doubt. "It happens to all of us," she said while managing a polite smile.

"Why do you need me to tell her? Does she not believe you?" Allison wasn't sure if she wanted to be the one to tell Blair what happened to her. She didn't know the girl, and just like Allison's parents, people she trusted, hadn't been the ones to introduce her to the supernatural world, she didn't want Blair to feel as confused and hurt as she did. "I... I guess I could, but..." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, eyes closing for a moment. Allison just wanted all of this supernatural stuff to go away. It was complicating everything, and she had been so happy being ignorant and naive before. Now, she couldn't remember even one moment lately that she wasn't plagued by negative feelings caused by everything that had happened the last few weeks.

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Hunting For Answers | Allison & Serena

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Sightly taken aback by Serena’s sudden bitchiness, something she would have expected from her best friend and not the friendly blonde, Allison rolled her eyes at her. “I left you without answers because I wasn’t obligated to give you them. But I’m pretty damn sure barging into someone’s house and asking them all kinds of weird questions out of nowhere and leaving them confused demands that you answer mine.” All she wanted to know was if Serena was going to spill Allison’s secrets. In a town where someone like Gossip Girl reigned supreme, rumors were more dangerous than they should have been. Allison didn’t care if Gossip Girl reported on her speaking to Mr. Fitz after class with the door shut, or her talking to all these random guys, but when it came to her family and what they did, that was serious and she would do whatever it took to keep it under wraps.

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“Barging?” Serena repeated, raising an eyebrow. She didn’t like acting this way, but Allison wasn’t leaving her with any choice. Too much had happened in her life and she was just in over her head right now. Everyone knew Serena had the same capacity for being mean as her best friend, but she never liked using it. “I wasn’t aware that knocking on your door and asking a few questions was considered barging. But then again, I guess you must not have enough friends stop by to know.”

“And please, I didn’t ask you anything you weren’t born with a response to answer. I was worried about my friend. So I really have no time to answer your interrogations. Unlike you, when I answer a question I answer with the truth. So I don’t want to answer any questions right now.”

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Allison couldn't believe what she was hearing coming out of this girl's mouth. Where was it coming from and why was she being such a bitch out of nowhere? "Well aren't you mature," Allison responded, laughing in disbelief. Allison was far from being a bitch, but she knew how to hold her own against girls like Serena and Blair, and she wasn't easily hurt by them. Not bothering to defend herself as she felt no reason to with this girl, Allison retorted, "Is this how you always act when you don't get your way? You stoop to your best friend's insecure level and make pathetically crafted comments to try and hurt people? I'd rather have no friends than be like that. But keep doing this and you'll have the worst of both worlds," she shrugged, unperturbed. She might have considered befriending the seemingly nice blonde before, but now she wanted nothing to do with her. Allison didn't like surrounding herself with superficial, bratty people. She'd had enough of that in kindergarden. Lydia might have been superficial at times, but at least she wasn't as petty as to be a bitch to someone because they didn't answer her questions.

"Then prove it. Don't dodge the question and answer me with the truth like you claim you always do.," she challenged, placing her hands on her hips and standing her ground. "I know you know what happened to Blair, so why bother wasting your valuable time asking me about it? I get that you were worried, but you already knew, didn't you? And can you really blame me for not wanting to divulge such heavy stuff to someone I don't know? I doubt you'd do the same."

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The Same But Different | Jake&Allison

Jake hadn’t had a chance to talk to Allison since the carnival. He knew that he had to help her out, because if he didn’t, nobody would. He knew Chris was trying to keep her in the dark, but he just didn’t understand why. She would be a lot better off if she knew what she was supposed to be getting into. So Jake had made that his mission. He was walking through what he was pretty sure was her neighborhood, and he saw Chris and Victoria Argent coming out of one of the houses. He quickly pulled his hood up so that Chris didn’t recognize him. That was important. If Chris Argent saw Jake Armstrong around his house, it would only end badly and then Allison would never know what was going on. Once Allison’s parents were safely out of the area, he paused. He needed a plan. He made his way up to the door and knocked, he could come up with why he was there if she opened the door.

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Allison was upstairs reading the old Argent book for the tenth time when she heard a faint knocking sound. "Wonder who it is this time," she muttered to herself with a groan as she recalled the random visit from Serena van der Woodsen just a few days ago. Setting the book down on her bed, she stood and made her way downstairs in a sprint, the draft in the house causing her to shiver as she was in her running shorts and tank. She'd been going for runs more often recently, figuring that whether or not she was to become a hunter, she at least wanted to be able to try to run from a wolf if it was chasing her.

Once at the front door, she looked through the peephole, relieved that it wasn't the snappy, demanding blonde, but another blonde: Jake Armstrong, though this visit was just as unexpected. She opened the door and offered him a somewhat confused smile. "Hey, Jake... What are you doing here?"

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Hunting For Answers | Allison & Serena

Allison had been left feeling uneasy after a miss Serena van der Woodsen had visited the brunette at her house and interrogated her about the night at the carnival. The way Serena had spoken, Allison was under the impression that Serena knew what it was Allison had shot at, and that Allison came from a line of hunters, or that she was a hunter herself. She didn’t know how the girl knew, but it was dangerous for Allison if she did. Before finding out her life had been a lie, Allison had been a trustworthy person. But that was all thrown out the window the second she had received the book on her family from Mr. Fitz. Now, she trusted no one, least of all some girl she didn’t know who seemed to know too much.

After the final bell rang at school one Friday afternoon, it wasn’t that hard to locate Serena. A tall, flawless blonde dressed in clothes that most girls wished they had, she was hard not to see strolling down the hall. Allison pushed her way through the crowd to her and stepped in front of her, cutting off her exit route. “We need to talk,” she said before grabbing Serena by the wrist and pulling her into an empty classroom. It was slightly more aggressive than she wanted it to be, but Allison wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Once the door was shut, she turned around to face Serena, arms crossed and expression serious. “What was that the other day? At my house? What do you know?”

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It was getting better. She’d come to the conclusion that unless she kidnapped Blair the next full moon and made the girl watch her change, there was no way Serena was going to convince her. As it was, she was still susceptible to guilt whenever she saw her best friend. “What are you doing?” Serena glared at Allison as the girl cut her off. At this point, all thought of using the hunter to help her with B was gone. She was merely pissed that instead of contacting her at home like she’d suggested, Allison chose to interfere with her school-activities. “Though I fully enjoy talking to liars before my afternoon coffee, I have places I need to be,” she informed the brunette angrily. She’d called her father. She knew the Argents were a hunting family, and Allison had still lied to her. Serena van der Woodsen had acted as desperate as she felt when she first triggered, but still…the girl had lied to her. “You left me without answers. I see no reason why not do the same thing to you.”

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Sightly taken aback by Serena's sudden bitchiness, something she would have expected from her best friend and not the friendly blonde, Allison rolled her eyes at her. "I left you without answers because I wasn't obligated to give you them. But I'm pretty damn sure barging into someone's house and asking them all kinds of weird questions out of nowhere and leaving them confused demands that you answer mine." All she wanted to know was if Serena was going to spill Allison's secrets. In a town where someone like Gossip Girl reigned supreme, rumors were more dangerous than they should have been. Allison didn't care if Gossip Girl reported on her speaking to Mr. Fitz after class with the door shut, or her talking to all these random guys, but when it came to her family and what they did, that was serious and she would do whatever it took to keep it under wraps.

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Hunting For Answers | Allison & Serena

Allison had been left feeling uneasy after a miss Serena van der Woodsen had visited the brunette at her house and interrogated her about the night at the carnival. The way Serena had spoken, Allison was under the impression that Serena knew what it was Allison had shot at, and that Allison came from a line of hunters, or that she was a hunter herself. She didn't know how the girl knew, but it was dangerous for Allison if she did. Before finding out her life had been a lie, Allison had been a trustworthy person. But that was all thrown out the window the second she had received the book on her family from Mr. Fitz. Now, she trusted no one, least of all some girl she didn't know who seemed to know too much.

After the final bell rang at school one Friday afternoon, it wasn't that hard to locate Serena. A tall, flawless blonde dressed in clothes that most girls wished they had, she was hard not to see strolling down the hall. Allison pushed her way through the crowd to her and stepped in front of her, cutting off her exit route. "We need to talk," she said before grabbing Serena by the wrist and pulling her into an empty classroom. It was slightly more aggressive than she wanted it to be, but Allison wasn't going to take no for an answer. Once the door was shut, she turned around to face Serena, arms crossed and expression serious. "What was that the other day? At my house? What do you know?"

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Putting the Pieces Together | Serena & Allison

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Serena smiled sadly in Allison’s direction. It was obvious the Argent girl wasn’t going to be honest with her. Your fault for raising your hopes, she thought with a sigh. Still, she’d be calling her father to ask him about the Argent family. She wouldn’t rest until she found a way to convince B she was telling the truth. “Okay…well if you remember anything else from that night, or you learn something new about yourself…you know where I live.”

She knew that last part sounded a bit odd, but it didn’t really bother her much. Hunter or not, Allison seemed like a nice person. She might attempt to stray from the odd blonde in the future, but Serena had high hopes that Allison would come to her eventually. “I really appreciate it,” she said softly, before closing the door behind her. “Have a nice day!”

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"Okay..." Allison nodded, trying to appear calm, despite not being so. Serena seemed desperate to get answers out of Allison, but why? Why was it so important? "You too," she responded right before the door closed. Allison stood there for a moment staring at the painted wood, a bit shaken up. Would Serena tell anyone what she knew? Quickly, she opened the door and ran onto the porch, glancing around, but the tall blonde was gone. Shit. Sighing, she went back inside and closed the door, locking it after a few seconds.

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Lincoln Park After Dark | Allison & Sam

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When she felt his hand on hers, Allison lifted her head to look at him, looking a bit surprised by the gesture, but pleased. “You’re right.” Lips twitching up in a small smile, she squeezed his hand back lightly and nodded. “Thanks. For not thinking I’m crazy.”

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“No problem,” he replied, returning the smile easily, glad to see her look more cheerful than she was a moment ago. “So,” he announced, tapping the book beside Allison’s knee with his knuckles, “what’s in this?”

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"Long story short, a horror story come true," Allison said with a small sigh. "A lot of information about werewolves... What they look like, how they turn, how they become werewolves. And a family history on how the Argents got started hunting them." The words leaving her mouth sounded so crazy to her still and if she hadn't shot a werewolf herself at the carnival, she wouldn't believe any of it. "I think I'm supposed to become a hunter, too," she nearly mumbled. "My parents have been training me all my life without me knowing..." Turning to look at Sam, she groaned lightly. "Ugh, I'm sorry, I've been so rude and self-centered tonight... I haven't even asked how you're doing."

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Teen Wolf AU - Allison and Lydia go on a road trip.

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Caught in the Act | Azra

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“It could’ve been me at the carnival. I could’ve wandered down that alley, I could’ve gone as something else for Halloween, I wouldn’t have had my bow, that thing could’ve gotten me. And there wouldn’t have been a damn thing my family could have done to prevent it.” Allison appreciated the effort, but she couldn’t buy into his words. She wasn’t safe. Nobody was. She was a mere human, and even with a weapon, she could probably be easily overpowered. Sighing frustratedly, she sat up and motioned towards his bike. “I’m sorry. You should go. This isn’t your job, and this is probably inappropriate, and you could get fired…”

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“Or it could have been you and a mugger, which is statistically more likely,” he added, Way to be positive, Fitzgerald. “Look, people need to be able to defend themselves,” he said simply. “But not everyone can fight the supernatural. That’s why there are Hunters, that’s why w- they hunt. Not for themselves, but for innocents.” He sighed, of course he’d get fired for telling his students werewolves, witches, and vampires were all real. He’d also get sent to a nut house. “Yeah- yeah- probably,” he stood up, dusting off his ball shorts and offering her a hand. 

“No more exploding ones,” he suggested. 

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"I'd rather a mugger than a werewolf..." Allison muttered. After seeing what a werewolf was capable of, she couldn't help but be terrified of them. That was going to be a problem if she decided to keep with the Argent family hobby. Reaching out to take his hand, she pulled herself up, holding onto his hand a little longer than she should've before letting go and brushing the back of her pants to get the leaves and dirt off.

"Okay," Allison nodded. "I'll save those for the next time one of my classmates gets attacked and spare the unsuspecting trees," she said dryly before clearing her throat and offering him a small smile. "Enjoy your bike ride, Mr. Fitz."