Allyson had a lot of things to regret. In fact, when she thought over her life, most of the results that came up with were things she wished she could change or fix, somehow. She'd failed everyone: father, mother, sister, cousin...even that random hot guy who saved her life and died for it. Whatever she seemed to do, she did it wrong. Allyson had promised herself that Oxford was a new start. She was going to do everything differently now, but even so she had no idea just how many new starts she was in for. The first surprise had been the reappearance of the random dead hottie but the great shocker would be something else altogether.
A part of Allyson had feared for Val's life, as soon as she'd left. The Bellefries might have been one of the great Hunting families, but they certainly weren't the only ones out there doing the job. Val had been so vulnerable when she'd left, there seemed every chance that something awful had happened and, when Allyson discovered she was gone, a gaping horror had opened up inside of her. Her first instinct was to go after her, to track her down, find her, help her, but her father had prevented it. After that, it was all guilt. The memories of childhood were tainted with it, laced with a fear that her own indecision had helped propel her dear cousin to a horrific fate.
Allyson hadn't known how to feel when the discovery of Val's power was made. At first, she'd simply been glad that Val had survived that fateful fight and she begged her to just let it go. But none of them - not even Allyson - really believed in luck. She had on some level suspected, Allyson knew now, she simply hadn't wanted to be sure because that meant looking their ugly lifestyle straight in the face and Allyson knew she would never have it in her to hurt Val. And yet her inability to grapple with it had hurt Val more than enough, she was sure. The others had all had their opinions - sharp and gnarled, merciful or not by turns - but Allyson had simply tried to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't there. It seemed to her too horrible. If there was a God, He surely hated the Bellefries.
Upon coming to town, Allyson had found herself a job and a little house on the outskirts of town. She'd tried to do everything a normal person would, tried to live as if she didn't know anything more than anyone else...but that didn't stop the fact that she kept a hidden room in her basement, just like her father had taught her, that was a Hunter's wonderland, and it didn't stop her from being careful about who she invited inside or keeping holy water and random wooden objects around the house, from always being sure to wear a little silver jewelry...Hunter or no, you could never be too careful.
It had been a long day at Comic Relief and Allyson was grateful to get home. Taking the steps of her front porch two at a time, she fumbled through her purse for the keys when a sound - a creaking board - caught her attention. Whipping her head around to face it, her blond tresses fanned out in the pale light of the moon, blue eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Who's there?"
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