Argent House

Argents house

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Allison walked into the house shouting.

"Mom, I'm home. I bought a visitor."

Victoria, who was in the kitchen, came to 'greet' the guest.

Drake had taken his shoes off and made himself comfortable. Seeing the shoes sprawled all across the floor, Victoria took an immediate dislike to her visitor. That was until she saw who it was.

"Drake?" He stood up smirking.

"Hey, Vicky. You look well." He laughed hugging her, greeting his old friend. She smiled.

"Drake, what are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you, of course."

"I'm originally from Beacon Hills."

"What!? You are?" Vicky asked, stunned.

"Yeah, my adoptive father and brother live here."

"You're adopted? What happened to your parents?"

"Murdered, unfortunately." Drake shrugged.

"Who were they?"

"Their names were Astrid and Michael never did know my last name." Only just realizing. Seeing him stuck in thought, Allison decided to speak.

"Drake, Where's Ciri?"

"Oh, she's here. You know the big mansion, not far from here." Victoria and Allison nod.

"That's our house, feel free to come visit or stay whenever. You and Chris are welcome to come to Vick."

The pair stood there in silence.

"I'm not even surprised anymore." Victoria said, shaking her head.

"You seem to have grown again, Drake." She stepped back to get a better look at him.

"How tall are you now?" She asked.

"About 6 foot 5 I think, haven't really measured myself. Don't really need to with my abilities anyway." He replied, looking down at himself.

"Right… The whole shape-shifting thing." Vick laughed.

"It's not funny." Drake pouted playfully.

"Sure thing, puppa." She laughed again. Drake was about to give up when he smelt the air coming from the kitchen.

"Hey Vick, I'd go check your cake if I were you." He says watching Victoria run to the oven, shortly followed by swearing. Drake burst out laughing. Victoria stormed back into the room.

"That wasn't funny, Drake." She glared at him.

"No, no, you're right, it wasn't funny…" He tried to keep a straight face.

"... It was hilarious." Once again bursting with laughter.

Victoria slapped him across the back of the head.

"Oww, What was that for?" He glared at her playfully. She smirked.

"Nothing, now just wait till you do something."

It was Allison who was laughing now. Victoria walked off into the kitchen with a smug look on her face.

"Your mom's mean, you know that." Drake complained, childishly. Allison just looks at him.

"Uh-huh."

"Come on, I need to change out of my party clothes." Allison drags Drake up to her room.

He lies down on her bed.

"You know, you shouldn't be bringing boys into your room when you're changing, especially at your age." He says looking at the ceiling, making faces out of the patterns.

Allison's eyes gain a mischievous glint. Leaving her shirt off. She climbs on the bed and straddles his waist, giving him a full view of her body.

"And why would that be, little dragon?" Leaning down so their faces were inches apart, her hands resting on his chest. Drake's eyes glow red, from her teasing.

"You might not be able to handle the consequences." His hands inching their way up her thighs, settling on her waist, pulling her closer.

Her hand cupped his face, the mischievous look in her eyes fading. Replacing it, a look of deep desire.

Their lips connected, pulling the pair into a passionate make out session. Allison ripped Drake's shirt off, revealing his War Goddesque like physique, her hands exploring every inch of his torso, nipping at his neck every chance she got. Her teeth sank into his flesh, marking him hers, and drawing blood; the wound healed immediately after, though the mark remained alongside another.

A furious banging was heard from the door, pulling the pair from their exploration, much to Allison's frustration. She pulled herself away from him. A shy smile blossomed on her face. A slight smirk filled with tenderness appeared on Drake's face.

"Last time you did that Ciri almost killed me…"

"She did?"

"Yep, she got jealous…" Drake paused before continuing.

"... She wanted to play with you too." The smirk returned to Drake's face while a blush crept on Allisons.

"I've missed you, Drake." He pecked her on the lips, before standing up shirtless.

"I've missed you too, Alli." Kissing her again.

The banging at the door continued.

Victoria went to see who it was. Only to find Stiles standing there. A little sweaty and very flustered.

"Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um - You have no idea who I am. I'm a friend of your daughter's. Uh - Look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um - Really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn't even describe.." Victoria turned and shouted up the stairs.

"Allison! It's for you."

Allison walked across the upstairs hallway and to the top of the stairs, which were viewable from the front door. She grabbed the handrail and looked toward the door. Spotting Stiles.

"Stiles, what are you doing here?" She asked, sounding more annoyed than she should.

Stiles was about to speak when he noticed the looming shadow moving down the hallway toward Allison. A pair of arms wrapped around Allison's stomach and a head rested on her shoulder. Stiles spotted a pair of eyes he could never forget, staring down at him.

"Drake?" He asked shakily.

"In the flesh, brother mine."

"Drake?" Allison asked, from beside him. Victoria raised her eyebrow. Drake clocked on.

"Oh right, Vicky, Alli, meet my brother, Stiles Stilinski."

"Brother mine, meet Victoria and Allison Argent, my dear friends. You know Allison already, obviously."

"Stilinski, as in the sheriff?" Victoria asked.

"Yep."

"You're the adopted son of the sheriff?"

"Yep."

"Is that all you're gonna say?" Victoria's eye twitched.

"Yep." Smirked Drake.

"I'm going to kill you." She snarled out in annoyance.

"Aww, you love me really." Drake said, blowing her a kiss. Allison giggled.

"Drake?" Stiles asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you have a shirt on? And why are you cuddling Allison?" He asked suspiciously.

"Well, Alli thought it was funny to rip my shirt earlier." He said, faking his annoyance.

"I'm cuddling Alli because I'm cold."

"You never get cold, Drake. Try again" Stiles said, face deadpanned.

"Erm, because Alli's cold?" Stiles looked at Allison.

"Nope, try again."

"She wanted me to."

"Nope, try again."

"Mehh, I felt like it." He says snuggling back into Allison's neck, Allison leaning back into him.

"So Stiles, what are you doing here?"

"Scott wanted me to check you got home safe…"

"You mean, after abandoning me at Lydia's party?" She interrupted. Stiles nodded a little embarrassed.

"He was worried…" This time it was Drake interrupting.

"He should be, If I hadn't been there, Derek Hale would've tricked her into thinking he was his friend."

"What!? Derek Hale did?" Stiles panicked. Victoria's eyes bore into Drake but he ignored it.

"Yes, Stiles, Derek Hale did."

Drake could see Stiles was beginning to really panic.

"Well, I need to go." He looked at Drake.

"Should we expect you home tonight?" He asked Drake.

"Nahh, I've got a few things to deal with. I'll pop by and see Dad at the station later or tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow though." Stiles nodded, before he rushed off, the door shutting behind him.

Drake and Allison made their way to the living room. Victoria sat on the armchair, while Allison cuddled up to Drake on the sofa.

"You want to tell me what that was about?"

"Which part?"

"All of it, but let's start with Hale?"

"Hale's dealt with. He won't touch a hair on Alli's pretty little head." He said, running fingers through Allison's hair.

"Why?"

"I used to be close to his mother, Talia."

"Wait!? You were close to Talia Hale, As in 'The Talia Hale', the adviser of alpha's?" She asked, more than a little surprised. Drake just nodded.

"I became close to the rest of the family later. Let's just say, hanging around a family of werewolves you pick up some habits. Allison is technically, one of mine, under pack rules, Derek can't touch her." Victoria's tenseness relaxed, then retensing.

"Does that mean the Hales knew you were a werewolf?" Drake shook his head.

"Talia knew, she knew everything." He laughed sadly at the loss of his friend.

"There was a reason she was the adviser of alpha's." Victoria released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"So Derek doesn't know? That you're a werewolf, I mean?" Allison asked.

"Nahh, I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm human. At most he thinks there's something special about me." Drake guessed

"Why did he back off earlier?" Allison asked, becoming curious.

"Other than the fact Derek sees me as his little brother and the last remaining member of the Hale pack, his pack." Allison nods. Victoria scoffs.

"Allison, just look at him. He's big and dangerous, and scary enough to frighten veteran hunters. That's before he's bothered to use any of his abilities. Having those golden eyes bore into you because you pissed him off, is enough to spook the most hardened werewolf, plus the whole royalty thing probably plays in somehow." Drake nods.

"That makes sense. The more pissed off I am, the less I control myself."

Drake hears a car pulling on the driveway, garage doors opening and a car door shutting.

Footsteps followed, moving toward the living room.

"Good hunt, Chris?"

Chris pulled his gun. He saw his family sitting in the living room with smug looks on their faces. Drake appeared right behind him.

"BOO!!"

"Ahhh!!!"

Drake dropped to the floor, crying with laughter.

"You should've seen your face." Chris just sighed, he'd long gotten used to Drake's antics. Drake hugged his friend, returning to his seat shortly after.

"How was the hunt?"

"We ran into 2 wolves, we think." Chris reported.

"You did, one of them was Derek Hale, the other was a newly turned beta, Scott McCall, the guy this one…." He points at Allison.

".. went to the party with."

"What!? How do you know?" Drake tapped his head.

"Righttttt, your seer abilities."

"Exactly."

"Do you know who the Alpha is?" Drake nodded.

"Will you tell me?"

"No, things need to play out a little first. Like your darling sister coming to stay." Drake's eyes narrowed at Chris.

"Right… That's going to be fun."

Drake laughs.

"For me it is. Alli won't find it so funny when Kate starts trying to flirt with me though." Allison growled. Making everyone laugh.

"It's Ciri I'm worried about. She'll rip Kate to pieces if she tries anything." Victoria frowned.

Drake just shrugged.

"Chris, you wouldn't happen to have a shirt I can borrow, would you? Alli ripped mine."

"Allison's got some of your old ones that she sleeps in sometimes in her wardrobe."

"Mind grabbing me one, love?" Drake asks her. She gets up and walks to her room. Chris's face turns serious. He could see Drake planning something.

"Drake, what are you gonna do?" Alpha red bleeding into his eyes.

"I need to take care of something, is all."

"Just be careful." Drake laughs.

"Where's the fun in that?"

Allison returns with a shirt. Giving hugs to Vicky and Chris, and kissing Allison just before leaving.

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The Hale house.

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Drake found Derek waiting on the steps of the burnt house. It had been a long time since Derek had seen him and he couldn't help feeling the connection to the old pack, the Hale pack.

He stepped forward hugging Drake, Drake returning his hug.

Derek stepped back again, giving Drake a once over.

"You've grown little brother." He said, smirking. Drake sneered.

"And you've become a bigger impulsive idiot, it would seem. Seriously, did you listen to anything Talia taught you? Going after an Argent? Really?"

"Argent?" Derek asks dumbly.

"Yes, dumbass the one you were going to 'Take home' is an Argent."

"Why were you with her then?"

"She's an old friend, her family helped me when I was abroad, and by family I mean, Chris and Victoria Argent. So don't get any ideas in your head about them…" His golden eyes glowing maliciously.

"....The rest, however, are fair game." He said nonchalantly.

"By the way, you need to get that beta under control." Drake said offhandedly.

"I've tried but he won't listen." Derek complained.

"Stop whining, and JUST DO IT!"

"Oh, another thing, you better move Laura's body. I have a feeling McCall and my brother will come nosing around here and you don't want them to find it, they already think you're the one who turned him."

"Your Brother?"

"Yep, Stiles, so if you meet him, be nice, otherwise I'll have to beat you up."

"Like you could." Derek muttered. He felt eyes bore into him.

"Was that a challenge Hale?" Drake's voice filled with authority.

"Fine, I won't rough him up too much." Derek slumped down, even without his mother here, Drake could still boss him around.

Drake made his way back to his car.