things we lost in the fire

“Um. That sounds ominous, so I’m just going to go with the obvious question here: Who’s your brother?”

"Derek. Derek Hale."

“It’s alright, Ma’am. Hale? As in Derek Hale?”

"I'm his older sister."

“Ah, your attitude rings a bell. Laura, the big sister. Haven’t seen you since I cut you in half…”

"Wow? You even wanna take credit for bad things you didn't do? That was my uncle, thank you."

“But… Derek and Peter are the only Hales’ that live around here… Are you one of their cousins?”

"Oh, I wish we had cousins. Remember a Laura Hale being mentioned once or twice? Here I am, in the flesh."

“Well, hello to you too. So, you’re not new to Beacon Hills?”

"Apologize. My anger needs some work again." Laura fought a sigh. "No, I'm not. Born and raised here. Laura Hale."

"... Derek?"

"There are many left, you du-" Laura cut herself off, knowing what she was about to say was not in her best interest.

“Not that I know of. But you look familiar..”

"Oh, I know you. I'd rather just not speak to you."

“Huh? I - Right. I was… Just… I’m Allison Argent… I wasn’t aware that anyone but the Hales’ owned this property…”

"And? Who do I look like? Finstock?"