Changes

Calla stood in front of her bathroom mirror, straightening her long, blonde hair. She wore a simple long-sleeved, black lace dress that halted just above the knee and black, knee-high boots with a slight heel. Her makeup was basic, a smoky eye look with fanned lashes and dark eyeliner.

Gabriel knocked on the bathroom door, before opening it and stepping inside. "Morning." he greeted.

Calla weakly smiled, "Morning." she replied, brushing through her hair and unplugging her flat iron.

"Look, I know lots of things are running through your mind after everything that's happened." Gabriel noted, leaning against the doorframe. "It's a lot to take in."

Calla scoffed. "I've taken it all in." she admitted, not looking her father directly in the eyes. "That I once dated a werewolf, who's now an Alpha. My best friend is a werewolf, and one of my other friends could potentially be turning." she listed, exhaling afterwards.

Gabriel sighed. "About you and Derek-" he began to say.

"It's over!" Calla snapped. "Okay, there is no me and Derek anymore." she slipped past her father and gathered up the rest of her things for school.

The Argent Coat of Arms laid on her desk, but she paid no attention to it. Gabriel watched his daughter closely, leaning against the wall.

"I know you're upset that you had to end things, but believe me Calla, it's for the best." he informed.

The senior scoffed and slid on her black leather jacket, slinging her satchel over shoulder. She met her father's eyes. "Look, I get why I had to end it, but I'll have you know, I didn't enjoy it." she sighed. "So thanks, for making me ruin the one great thing that happened to me since we moved to Beacon Hills." she took the pendent off her desk and shoved past her father, walking to her cousin's door. Calla knocked a couple times, "Ally, if you're not downstairs in five minutes, I'm leaving without you."

"Okay, be right down." Allison replied from behind the door.

Calla nodded and walked down the staircase and into the kitchen, ignoring her aunt and uncle as she grabbed a granola bar and a vitamin water. Allison joined her cousin a minute later, grabbing a plain water bottle.

The two girls just smiled at their family and walked out to Calla's mustang, ready to face the school day ahead.

Calla parked her car in a space right in front of the school, cutting the engine and leaning back in her seat. "If you want, we can ditch school until the funeral, or we can just skip out altogether." she stated.

Allison looked over at her cousin, a small smile on her face. "As great as that may sound, we both know we can't skip, no matter what the circumstances."

Calla scoffed and unlocked the doors, "Sometimes your goody-goody attitude sucks." she noted, stepping out and grabbing her book bag.

Allison giggled in response, slinging her satchel over her shoulder, "If I don't keep you in line, then who will?" she questioned.

Her cousin just chuckled and locked her car. "Whatever, let's just get this over with." the two walked up the front steps of the school, ignoring the judgmental looks from the other students.

After the bell rang to dismiss lunch, Calla and Allison gathered their books and prepared to attend their aunts funeral.

"Meet you by my car." Calla said, shutting her locker door.

Allison nodded and watched as her cousin walked away, completely ignoring the looks everyone was giving her.

The senior cradled her books as she dug for her keys, unlocking her car and tossing her bag and books into the backseat.

"Need a hand?" someone asked from behind her.

Calla smiled and turned to face Derek, who was standing on the curb. "More like I need a drink." she rebuked.

She walked up to him and Derek wrapped her in his arms, rubbing her back. "I get it, funerals are never easy." he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Calla sighed, pulling away, "It's not so much the funeral itself, but, the fact that it's for someone who lied to me for years." she admitted. "It's like the events of that night totally changed my view of Kate, and not for the better."

Derek tucked hair behind Calla's ear, caressing her jaw line. "I can understand why." he sympathized. "She wasn't who you thought she was, and learning that on top of all of everything else, you're handling it well."

Calla chuckled, "I just put up a good front." she sighed. "Truth is, I'm torn apart inside." she wrapped her arms around Derek's neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "You're the only thing that makes sense to me right now."

"Then hold on to that." he replied, running his fingers through her hair. "It might help make things easier." Derek pushed her back to look into her hazel eyes. "Also keep in mind, that, even if you don't see me, know that I am always watching over you." his eyes flashed red for a few seconds to emphasize his point.

Calla nodded and a smile crossed her lips. "Thanks, that makes me feel better." she said. "I just wish you could be around all the time." she interlaced her fingers with his.

"Just be patient, thing will workout with us." Derek promised, caressing the top of her hand.

Calla stood up on her tip-toes and kissed Derek's lips, moving her arms around his neck. Derek held her close and kissed back, hearing her heart hammering against her ribs. Calla was the first to pull away, but she kept her arms locked around Derek.

"My window's always gonna be unlocked, in case we need to talk." she told him. "Or you can just come by anytime, as long as no one else is there with me."

Derek chuckled. "If I ever stop by your place, I'll make sure that everyone else is asleep before I sneak in." he replied, caressing her cheek.

Calla turned her face into his hand, smiling. Her eyes glanced to the front entrance of the school, where Scott and Allison were standing, watching them. Derek turned in that direction a second later and his eyes met Scott's.

"I take it you two are still not on good terms." Calla deduced. "Since that night."

"You're right." Derek answered. He looked back to his girlfriend. "I should go, and you have a funeral to get to."

Calla rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and apparently more family is coming in." she pulled away and opened the driver's side door of her Mustang. "I guess I'll see you when I see you."

"I promise, I won't be far." Derek promised, kissing her forehead. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

Calla nodded. "I trust you, Derek." she replied, meeting his eyes. "And I'm not gonna let my family hurt you." she reached up and caressed his cheek. "That's my promise."

She leaned up and kissed him again, taking in all her emotions, before pulling back. Derek took off across the parking lot and soon disappeared into the woods, just as Scott and Allison approached her car.

"I thought you broke up with him?" Allison questioned.

"Same could go for you and Scott." Calla rebuked, sliding into the seat and starting her car.

Allison rolled her eyes and pecked Scott's lips before sliding into the passenger seat of her cousin's car. She buckled up as Calla pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.

"I'll keep your secret if you keep mine." Allison said, turning to look at Calla.

"Deal." Calla agreed, not taking her eyes off the road.

The cemetery was full of reporters and they crowded around the Argents as they made their way to the area where Kate was to be buried. Sheriff Stillinski had to push through everyone in order to keep the family from being harassed.

"I knew this was a bad idea." Chris said, herding his wife and daughter through the news crowd.

"Well, it wasn't my idea." Gabriel defended, pushing Calla ahead of him. "I tried telling him, but he insisted on making a point of it."

"Well, if he insisted, then he can deal with this when he gets here." Victoria cut in.

"When who gets here?" Calla asked, looking back at the three adults.

"Just sit down, you two." Victoria told them.

The two teenagers sighed and sat down in the front row of chairs. Victoria sat on the end, with Chris next to her, and Allison sat next to her father. Gabriel took the seat next to Allison, and Calla sat next to her father, leaving two empty seats at the other end of the row.
An elderly man approached the family, followed by a girl in her mid twenties with a blonde braid draped over her shoulder, and three other men that looked roughly in their mid to later twenties, possibly early thirties. All were dressed in funeral attire.

"Christopher. Gabriel." the elderly man greeted the two adult males.

"Gerard." they both replied, greeting the elder Hunter with a hug.

The elder Hunter, Gerard, looked down at the two teenage girls. "Do you girls remember me?" he asked, smiling.

Calla returned the smile and stood up, "It's been a while Gramps." she answered, hesitantly leaning forward to hug him.

Gerard returned the embrace and chuckled, "My, you've certainly bloomed into a beautiful young woman." he complimented, looking over his eldest granddaughter. Gerard then looked to Allison. "Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me grandpa. So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. but I'd prefer grandpa."

Gerard sat down in the empty seat next to Calla. The twenty-something blonde female, Holly, smiled at Calla and took the empty end seat.

After the funeral, the Argent home was full of extended family, offering condolences about Kate's death.

Calla leaned against the bar, a full glass of champagne next to her. She put the rim to her lips and took a sip, sighing.

"I saw that." Holly accused, walking up to her.

"So? Not like anyone really cares." Calla replied, taking another sip.

Holly stood next to Calla, "What's up? I thought you and Kate were close?" she questioned.

"Yeah, well, we weren't exactly on good terms when the Alpha slashed her throat." Calla answered, downing the rest of her champagne. She poured another glass to the rim and took another sip. "If you need me, I'll be upstairs." she walked out, taking her glass with her.

After mostly everyone had left, Calla was alone in her room, still in her funeral dress. There was a knock at her door and Gerard walked in.

"Studying hard I see." he noted, smiling a grandfatherly smile.

Calla nodded and shut her Literature book, sighing. "Just waiting for the year to end." she admitted.

Gerard leaned against the desk, "Don't wish your years away sweetie, your life is just beginning." he told her. "Now, change into something a bit more casual."

"Why?" Calla asked.

"I'm taking you on a hunt." Gerard answered, walking out of his granddaughter's room.

Gerard, his sons, Calla, Holly, and roughly five other Hunters drove out to Beacon Hills Preserve, and soon came across a werewolf that was strung up by his hands, snarling as the Hunters approached.

"Start taking notes Cal." Holly advised, clad in a black sweater and dark skinny jeans and hiking boots.

Calla just stared at the dangling werewolf, who looked like he was homeless.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Gerard interrogated. He used a cattle prong to electrocute the werewolf, shifting him back to human.

"Nothing." the werewolf rasped. "Nothing, I swear."

"You're not from here, are you?" Chris noted.

"Are you?!" Gabriel shouted.

"No." the werewolf replied, recoiling. "No, I came, I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all." he explained. "Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear." he was now whimpering.

"Gentlemen! Ladies." Gerard announced. "Take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell them what we've caught?" he asked his sons.

"An Omega." Chris answered.

"The lone wolf." Gabriel added.

"Possibly kicked out of his own pack." Gerard continued. "Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice." he pulled out a large, medieval broadsword and held it up.

"What's he gonna do with that?" Calla asked Holly.

"You'll see." Holly answered. "The one thing I learned about Gerard since he took me in, he's set in the Old Ways."

"Old Ways?" Calla repeated.

"As I am about to demonstrate…"Gerard went on, holding the sword ready. "an Omega rarely survives on his own."

Gerard swung the blade and bisected the Omega, who died instantly. The elder Hunter grinned at the sight.

Calla covered her mouth and looked away, and noticed Derek, Scott, and Brittney standing by a nearby tree. She looked away, and took a shuddering breath.

"It's okay honey." Holly soothed, pulling the younger Huntress into an embrace. "It's okay."

After a few minutes, Calla walked up to Gerard, "I thought we had a Code." she questioned, crossing her arms across her chest.

"We do have a Code." Gabriel reassured.

"Not when they murder my daughter." Gerard rebuked, plunging the sword into the grassy area near a boulder. He turned and faced the other Hunters. "No code, not anymore." he announced. "From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak, or seemingly harmless begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone, or promising that they will protect those around them, or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them. We kill them." he stated. "We kill them all!"

Calla took a step back, glancing in the direction where Derek was. Their eyes met for a brief instant, both of them knowing that this was only the beginning…

To Be Continued…

A/N: Hey everyone, so I hope this was a good start to the sequel. I just decided to jump right into the drama of what's to come. Hope ya'll liked it. Reviews are appreciated. Thanks

~Cyber