The knock was soft and slow, the sound of sore knuckles and a broken soul, at the step of my door; begging to enter.

His hair tinted grey and his beard crying to be shaved, at the door stood a man who mourned of his daughter and cried inside.

Christopher Argent was not over Allison Argent, no- he could never be...he would never be.

It took maybe five minutes for Elizabeth Argent to open the door, maybe because she was getting the roast out of the oven or maybe because she didn't want to act desperate.

Elizabeth was my mother, a lady I looked up to almost always in life. It was the death of her husband Oliver Argent, (who also happened to be my father and Christopher's brother) that slowed down Elizabeth's life and took away her pure smile.

Seemed we were always mourning people, us Argents.

First my father Oliver, then my aunt Kate and next my cousin Allison.

Christopher had contacted my mother about the beautiful house in the suburb next to his that had just been put on the market. He knew my mother was desperate for closure, being a single mother and all, so she moved to a large house in Beacon Hills, located in the neighbouring suburb of her brother-in-law.

At first I didn't enjoy the idea; the thought of beginning my freshman year with zero knowledge of the neighbourhood I lived in or the people I surrounded myself in.

Then there was my boyfriend Luke, who at the time I had attached myself to (though I wish I could have travelled into the past and told myself this: don't worry, he planned on dumping you for a hotter girl anyways).

Though this town of Beacon Hill's wasn't too bad, because within a few weeks I had familiarized myself with the small neighbourhood. As for school, well... I held my breath, that was another worry for another time, seeing that it was starting in just one day.

Elizabeth unlocked the door and all I could hear from my bedroom was the lovable greetings and as far as it goes for the visual...well...I think they just smile and put on a brave face.

I closed the lid to my laptop and took a deep breath, I'll survive. Of course I will. Without waiting I throw myself out of the door to meet my uncle, who is attentively applying small talk with my mother. I walk down the staircase, putting on a grin.

"Chris. Hi!" I say, standing on my tippy toes to apply a kiss to his cheek.

And I was right, his beard was yet one factor of why my uncle really needed his wife back (another person the Argents had lost), because someone had to keep an eye on Christopher- just to make sure he was groomed.

Christopher smiles at me and replies with that typical 'I'll act like I'm a happy member of the happy family and act like I actually realised' phrase, which of course was:

"Whoa there Jo- you look like you've grown a foot taller!" He lets out a chuckle and I smile.

Well, uncle Chris, I hate to break it to you, but that's what puberty does to a fifteen year old.

We grow a foot taller, we get sassy and moody, boobs...but y'know, and most of all, we're not the tiny tots who cry when our toys break. (Well...when it's that time of the month, I do cry at everything...so maybe), but seriously, we turn into women who turn into mothers and yeah...most of all, those little tricks family members do to make you laugh, like blowing raspberries, don't work.

Bring out the big guns, because either you interest me soon or I'm going back upstairs to go back on tumblr and pretend I have a life.

My mother explains how she reckons she's shorter than me and we relocate to the living room where I sit on the sofa and listen to the conversation.

I pretty much zone out, swishing and swooshing the remnants of tea leaves at the bottom of my cup, when I hear my mother.

"You do, right? Jolie?" She waves her hands in front of my face. "Jolie!"

"Yes!" I sit back, replacing my straight face with a toothy grin.

"I was just telling Christopher about your freshman year, he told me how Scott McCall goes, and Lydia Martin...remember them?" She says.

Yes, I do. I remember the handsome wolf who held my cousin in her dying breaths. I had met Scott McCall at my cousin Allison's funeral and I had been fortunate enough to stay at the same table as him at the funeral lunch.

He was nice, someone who I figured would have been perfect for Allison. He was a wolf, turned by Peter Hale. I had always been fascinated by him too, because Christopher and my father were so wound up on hunting and killing all the wolves existing on earth and somehow this bright young man was able to bring them back.

As for my family having hunter blood in it, I was like my mother. I had never wanted anything to do with it- and intended not too.

And Lydia Martin, a red head with beautiful face and amazing body, she had a great smile in my opinion, which only was seen for seconds when someone would crack a joke to lighten the mood. Though for most of the funeral her lips had been pressed into a frown and her eye makeup almost dripping off her face because of her sobs.

I reply to my mother,

"I sure do. I can't wait" I press my lips into a thin line and wait for a response.

"Well I'm sure they'd be alright with showing you around tomorrow" he says.

My mother stands up and collects the tea cups and coffee. I am left here with my uncle.

"So how has the move been on you?" He asks, resting his arm over the top of the sofa.

"It's been alright, I like this town...I like the woods, too. Sometimes I like to just read by the trees in the woods" I say. He nods, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You've got to be careful in those woods, anything could jump out" he replies. I dismiss the temp to roll my eyes and instead focus them on his.

"You mean...something supernatural." I say. He shrugs.

"Well... Anything means anything"

"But supernatural ways," I quieten my voice so my mother cannot hear. "Is Beacon Hills even safe?" I ask.

He grins at me, taking a bite out of a cake from the table.

"Beacon Hills in itself is never going to be safe, the way we go about the town is what makes it safe. The offer for training is still on the table" he says, shifting in his place.

I smile but reject it politely.

"That was my father...not me...I'm sorry" I speak.

Before he can reply my mother comes in and they restart their boring conversations.

Hours pass by when Christopher finally stands up, giving me a kiss goodbye and my mother a hug and kiss.

"You two know where I am if you need me, it was great to see you"

With that, Christopher left us to the half moon-light to think about the events of the day which turned out to be very uneventful.