The Argents have always moved around a lot. After Allison's brush with the dark side her father decides they need a new change of pace. They spend four months in France -- but they never return to Beacon Hills. Instead he moves them into a small town in Virginia, Mystic Falls. Allison misses Lydia and Scott the most but she copes. She's been the new girl a million times before, she can do it again.

The thing is, Mystic Falls is as strange as Beacon Hills had been, if not more so. Things happen here she can't explain. People die. And it's not wolves -- it's different. It scares her, like when she first was trying to piece everything together.

It makes her feel powerless. She hates that feeling.

Which is why she's snuck out to the woods to practice and train, just in case. She promised her father she wouldn't hunt anymore -- but how can she can pretend like it doesn't matter? How can she turn a blind eye when dead bodies keep piling up and she could do something about it?

She can't.

Which is why she's currently aiming one of her arrows at a tree. The plus side of having a father who's cover is being a private arms dealer is that all of her equipment is military grade. Which has come in handy.

She's not aware of anyone else out here -- she's a little too focused on releasing that arrow, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips as it hits exactly where she means it to.