chapter eleven || flashback pt. 3

A 14 year old bell stood infront of her father, laughing as he's teaching her how to shift seperately.

"Okay, ready?" The father asks his daughter. "I'm going to yell out an animal and you are going to shift into them."

"Wait! Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Is there like a limit of what we can shift into or can we shift into anything we want?"

Her father shakes her head. "No, The Beast was only made of buffalo, boar, bear, wolf, gorilla , and lion-- but we can also shift into anything rlated to them, like feline, canines, etc."

"Alright," she says bouncing on her feet. "Wait! One more question!" She yells,

"Yeah?"

"Is it possible to turn into a full beast like The Prince did?"

Her father nodded slowly. "I'm sure you can, I doubt it will be so easy. Maybe if you get really mad or something. I'm not quite sure, nobody has ever tried."

Belle nods her head. "Okay, alright, I'm ready now. No more questions. I got this. I totally got this."

"Alright, if you're ready. Black Bear!"

Belle's body starts to grow and shift, black fur covering her.

Her father claps. "Alright, next one, a pig!"

She slowly starts to sink, her nose growing into a snout, and skin starts to paint itself into a shade of light pink. "Really a pig?" She tries to say but all that comes out is an oink.

"A gray wolf!"

Belle's body grows lightly, her once pink skin covering itself into gray and white fur, her pig snout now morphed into a dog's nose. She playfully growls at her father before an arrow hits the tree above her.

Her father looks into the distance before saying a word she wasn't expecting. "Run."

Belle doesn't question anything and obediently runs off her father right behind her, now turned into a wolf as well.

They quickly hide behind a tree and turn into humans as they watch a blonde girl run foward a bow and arrow in her hands.

"Dad," Belle turn towards her father. "Who was that?" She asks.

"An Argent," her father says looking in the direction the blonde ran to make sure she's not coming back.

"What's an Argent?" The young pre-teen asks curiously.

Her father smiles at her question. "You're mother was always curious person too, you're just like her," he says. He sighs. "I guess it's time you know, the Argents are a family of hunters they hunt and kill werewolves."

"But I'm not a werewolf," Belle interjects.

Her father shakes his head."It doesn't matter, they'll kill any supernatural creature. She must of saw you shape."

"Oh," Belle says quietly.

"They have a saying," her father continues. "A code if you will, "We hunt those who hunt us, but lately," her father says shaking his head. "Lately they are starting to stray from it and hunting anything that is supernatural whether they are good or not."

"So they're hunting us for who we are? They're hunting us because we're different?" Belle shakes her head. "That's not right," she says.

"I know it isn't, and there are two specific people who are absolutely ruthless. They're names are Gerard and Kate, and you just saw Kate."

"I want to help," Belle strongly says, her eyes filled with determination.

Her father raises his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I want to help. I want to help all the werewolves, witches, shape-shifter, any supernatural that is getting an undeserved death. I want to help them and show them that they don't have to run, that they don't deserve to die as long as they are good. I want to give them hope. I want to save them because they deserve saving."

Her father gives her a hug with a proud smile on his face. He puts his hand on her shoulder, after pulling away. "Then that's exactly what we'll do."

§

A 15 year old Belle walks into the living room hands full of research paper on Kate Argent. Her father puts the book he was reading onto the coffee table, grabbing the papers his teenage daughter hands him.

"Alright so I've been doing some research on this Kate Argent. Her name is Kate Argent, obviously, she is the sister of Chris Argent and they are both the children of Gerard Argent. She is also the sister-in-law of Victoria Argent and has a niece named Alison Argent."

"She was killed?" Her father said, his eyebrow raised behind his reading glasses.

"Right, yeah, I should of mention that first," Belle says. "Anyways, yeah she was killed by an Alpha named Peter Hale who became an Alpha after killing his niece named Laura Hale but then he died because his nephew Derek Hale slit his throat so he could become Alpha and clearly this family need to go to some type of therapy together because they have a serious issue with killing each other."

Her father raises his eyebrow again. "So if she's already dead then I don't see a point in needing to save them."

"Right, exactly that's what you think until you realize that Gerard is her father."

"I'm not following."

Belle sighs, rubbing her forehead. She stands up from her sitting position on the couch. "Think about it," she says starting to pace a little. "You said Gerard is also a ruthless killer. He's not gonna take it lightly that his daughter was just killed by a werewolf, an alpha no less."

Her father's eyes widen slightly, putting the pieces together. "He's gonna want revenge. He's gonna go on a killing spree, he's gonna kill anything in sight."

Belle nods her head. "Exactly, it's going to be a blood bath."

Her father furrows his eyebrows. "Where is all this happening?"

"Beacon Hills, California."

Her father stands up. "Well then, I guess we're moving to California."

Belle smiles widely. "Then let's get packing."

§

"So this is Beacon Hills," Belle says from the passanger seat. She shakes her head. "God, it looks so... innocent."

He father glances at her from the corner of his eye. "Well, you know what they say, "Looks can be decieving" Him and Belle both say at the sametime.

Belle gets out of the car before her dad and quickly puts a protection spell around the house.

She goes back to help her dad carry in some boxs from the trunk. She looks up at the new house and rolls her eyes noticing how it's really big and in the rich part of the area. Her dad was always one for "Go big or go home."

She starts putting the boxes in her already set room, dad had a stylist put it together. Her's had white furniture, a bed with a canopy and light blue and white floral sheets, matching her walls and furniture. Right above her bed was a picture of Alice and her a quote from her the song Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez.

She started putting away pictures and trinkets she had in her box before going to her dad's room.

"Night Dad," she says, giving a kiss on his cheek.

"Goodnight Belle."

§

"Alright so I've been doing some research on Scott McCall," Belle says walking into the kitchen where her dad is making pancakes.

Her father turns around the spatula in his hand. "What, no good morning?"

"Oh yeah, good morning dad, anyways back to Scott."

Her father rolls her eyes.

"Okay so he's Peter's beta, his best friend is Stiles Stilinski, who has these really pretty eyes with flecks of green and all these cute freakles and--" she clears her throat before continueing. "Anyways, back to Scott, his mother is a nurse at Beacon Hills Hospital. He's um... acquaintances, I guess you could say, with Lydia Martin who was bit by Peter Hale on the night of winter formal."

"So she's a werewolf."

"No, that's the thing, she's undetermined... well, to them she is."

"But you know what she is." Her father asks, putting a pancake on her plate.

Belle narrows her eyes at him. "You underestimate me too much. Of course I know what she is!"

He father puts his hands up in defence. "Alright, alright."

Belle rolls her eyes. "But get this, and this is absolutely insane."

Her father raises his eyebrow. "What is it?"

"He's dating Alison Argent! The daughter of Chris and Victoria Argent, grandaughter of Gerard Argent, and niece of Kate Argent. Isn't that crazy?!"

"My god, that boy has a deathwish," her father replies.

"Well, anyways on to more important things."

Belle puts her palms on the table and looks at her dad imcredously. "This is important!"

Her father rolls his eyes. "I made an appointment today to sign you up as a student at Beacon Hills Highschool today," Belle's father informs her.

Belle groans. "Why can't I just be home schooled?"

"How else are you going to protect people? You know teenagers are easier to change."

Belle sighs. "I know."

"Eat up, we have to go soon," her father tells her.

She starts to eat her pancake a permanent pout on her face. Once she's done eating they quickly get in the car and drive to the school.

The secretary tells them to wait as the principle walks in. Belle sighs.

"You know, school really isn't that bad," her father tells her.

She gives him a look. "Are you serious? School is hell! You're might as well hand me over to the Devil while you're at it!"

"You're smart Belle, you can memorise anything, much like your mother. Now stop being fo dramatic."

Belle rolls her eyes at him. If there is one thing you need to know about Belle is that she is not dramatic... most of the time, at least.

"You can go in now," the secretary tells them as a student walks out.

They get up, Belle slower than usual trying to postpone the fact that she's getting signed up for Hell.

Her father rolls his eyes knowing exactly what she's doing. "Let's go Belle."

She sighs walking behind him into the principles office. She sits down in the chair trying to hold in a gasp, because right there sitting infront of her is none other than Gerard Argent.

Her father really is signing her up for hell.

well, that's the last for the flashbacks on we go to the episodes.

but i'm just gonna tell you now that i'm skipping to episode
02x08 - Raving

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