"...yeah, what you said." Allison breathed, staring at the twin signatures in shock. Part of her was thrilled, elated to not just connect with her roots, but to know she had family with her again, blood of her blood. Sure, maybe a DNA test would show something, but Allison was convinced.
She'd have to investigate further...was he a great grandfather? A cousin? A great uncle?...but he was definitely an Argent, so to speak.
Part of her was also shocked, though, even a little angry...because he was one of the men who forged the original Code.
Except he hadn't yet, because he was just starting out. He was just beginning, just learning...he didn't know yet what his actions would do in the future. Specifically, what they would do to her.
"I think," she began in French, "the man who wrote these pages and the man who sits next to me are the same. Here, you were bitten by a vampire, but it is possible that in France, you were struck down by a werewolf on the full moon. Perhaps a fellow Musketeer was bitten by an Alpha and did not survive the change, perhaps you simply saw a wolf's true form and were horrified. Either way, you have chosen a hunter's path twice over."
She paused, then hesitantly reached for his hand.
"You're a good man, Aramis...and you have a good heart. I'm proud to know we share blood, but if you truly want to learn to hunt...to slay evil...I need to tell you about the family the man on these pages helped build...and about the innocent blood that is on his hands, blood I never want you to carry."
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She'd have to investigate further...was he a great grandfather? A cousin? A great uncle?...but he was definitely an Argent, so to speak.
Part of her was also shocked, though, even a little angry...because he was one of the men who forged the original Code.
Except he hadn't yet, because he was just starting out. He was just beginning, just learning...he didn't know yet what his actions would do in the future. Specifically, what they would do to her.
"I think," she began in French, "the man who wrote these pages and the man who sits next to me are the same. Here, you were bitten by a vampire, but it is possible that in France, you were struck down by a werewolf on the full moon. Perhaps a fellow Musketeer was bitten by an Alpha and did not survive the change, perhaps you simply saw a wolf's true form and were horrified. Either way, you have chosen a hunter's path twice over."
She paused, then hesitantly reached for his hand.
"You're a good man, Aramis...and you have a good heart. I'm proud to know we share blood, but if you truly want to learn to hunt...to slay evil...I need to tell you about the family the man on these pages helped build...and about the innocent blood that is on his hands, blood I never want you to carry."