"I do not blame you for the actions of the man in these pages, Aramis." Allison assured him softly, scooting clouds to him as her fingers tightened around his. "And in some ways, I can even forgive that man his zeal. I promise you, I will be kind...all I want is to show you his future. I want his honor to remain your own, and to see to it that you are stripped of his ignorance and his hatred."
She paused, then leaned over to click onto a page done in digital type, accompanied by a high resolution picture of a half-transformed Jackson Whittemore, pulled directly from his coroner's report.
"And how that ignorance very nearly cost me everything."
And with that, Allison told him everything.
Occasionally referring to the bestiary, she told Aramis how she discovered her legacy, how both her parents nearly killed the boy she loved and how it resulted in her mother's death, an event she described in cold precision and with open disdain. She detailed the Code, how it guided the hunt and the actions of every Argent, down to what a hunter was expected to do if they became what they stalked. She described her training, as a soldier and a leader, the high standards and strict regiment children adhered to in her family, doubly so for the women they held in such high regard.
She told him, also, about the innocent werewolves that lived in fear of her family. She told him about the other families that lived only to enforce the Code, and about men like Gerard Argent who were so twisted, they used their own children as pawns, as weapons in a supernatural chess game where the only prize was power.
And she didn't hide her part in it. She told him about her place in her pack, how her grief warped her after her mother took her own life, even how she nearly killed children her own age and enjoyed it, and then had to give up the first love she ever had because of the blood she had spilled, ending with her week in the city she spent as a werewolf.
"As the head of the family now, I changed the Code." She concluded quietly. "And you should know I've made it known to my pack that I want the bite of a werewolf if my life is ever in the balance. That's part of the new Code I want to perpetuate: that the gift of life will never be sacrificed in the name of honor. This new Code is what I want to teach you...a better way than the one the man in these pages followed, one built on the noble intentions and wisdom that same man aspired to...could have achieved if he hadn't been blinded by something darker, much the same way I was for a short time."
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She paused, then leaned over to click onto a page done in digital type, accompanied by a high resolution picture of a half-transformed Jackson Whittemore, pulled directly from his coroner's report.
"And how that ignorance very nearly cost me everything."
And with that, Allison told him everything.
Occasionally referring to the bestiary, she told Aramis how she discovered her legacy, how both her parents nearly killed the boy she loved and how it resulted in her mother's death, an event she described in cold precision and with open disdain. She detailed the Code, how it guided the hunt and the actions of every Argent, down to what a hunter was expected to do if they became what they stalked. She described her training, as a soldier and a leader, the high standards and strict regiment children adhered to in her family, doubly so for the women they held in such high regard.
She told him, also, about the innocent werewolves that lived in fear of her family. She told him about the other families that lived only to enforce the Code, and about men like Gerard Argent who were so twisted, they used their own children as pawns, as weapons in a supernatural chess game where the only prize was power.
And she didn't hide her part in it. She told him about her place in her pack, how her grief warped her after her mother took her own life, even how she nearly killed children her own age and enjoyed it, and then had to give up the first love she ever had because of the blood she had spilled, ending with her week in the city she spent as a werewolf.
"As the head of the family now, I changed the Code." She concluded quietly. "And you should know I've made it known to my pack that I want the bite of a werewolf if my life is ever in the balance. That's part of the new Code I want to perpetuate: that the gift of life will never be sacrificed in the name of honor. This new Code is what I want to teach you...a better way than the one the man in these pages followed, one built on the noble intentions and wisdom that same man aspired to...could have achieved if he hadn't been blinded by something darker, much the same way I was for a short time."