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She’s determined, but sweet. Eternal optimist. Never forgets a birthday. What else?
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Scream My Name | Allyson & Owen
Owen had just finished up with 60 year old female patient who seemed to have a new, “life-threatening” illness every week. Whether it was because she was actually a hypochondriac or because she seemed to have quite a big crush on Dr. Davis, Owen wasn’t entirely sure. But either way, Mrs. Smith showed up in his office every Friday, towards the end of his shift. And he had a sneaking suspicion it was in the hopes that he might one day ask her out.
It was all pretty comical though, and Owen saw her each week, when he wasn’t on a hunt, happily. So that’s why, when he heard the quiet footfall, very distinctive of a female, approaching his office, he almost thought the elderly lady had come back. He had half of a witty remark ready when he heard someone else’s voice entirely behind him. Spinning around in his spinning chair, Owen couldn’t help the grin that came to his lips. “Well, look who managed to survive a hunt without any help from me!” he teased as Allyson walked further into the examination room. He looked down at his white coat and the button up he wore underneath it, smirking. “Pretty good disguise, huh?”
He was signing the very last of his paperwork, finishing up so that he could leave, when the bomb dropped.
Slowly, he turned in his chair to face her. His eyes searching her as if looking for any sign that this was a joke. It had to be a joke. She may have been 7 years younger than her, but as far back as he could remember, Allyson Bellefry had been hunting vamps, just like him. Sure, they weren’t always together for said hunts, but they’d trained together, gone on hunts together, killed together. Surely, she wasn’t serious. He was just about to tell her the joke was over when she was already heading towards the door, expecting him to follow.
He shook his head, as if trying to shake his world back into place and slowly rose to his feet. Taking his long, white coat off, he hung it up on the coat rack near the door and grabbed his briefcase (yes, Owen Davis did in fact own a briefcase). Seconds later, he was moving to quickly catch up with her. Because that was thing about Allyson Bellefry. Even after a bomb like this, Owen Davis would always follow her.
"You must have finally given into your unrequited love for me then." he said, from over her shoulder as he caught up to her. He then moved to fall into step beside her. "To give up hunting and move to my hometown.” his usual smirk was back on his lips as he looked over at his blonde companion. But there was still a tinge of disbelief or uncertainty. What would the world be like without Allyson hunting vampires beside him?
Allyson smirked, spreading her hands as she tilted her head in mock wonder. "Have some faith, Winny. You know they can't keep a girl like me down," she retorted, grinning at him. "But it was sweet of you to worry. I know you have nothing to do when I'm not around but miss me," she teased. She skirted the matter of survival with help. They'd have time for that and, as the smile died on her lips, she tried not think of all the people who hadn't survived. She smirked again at the sound of his quip. "Believe me, no one would ever mistake you for a Hunter in that get up." She wasn't going to tell him it was just one more look he pulled off flawlessly, afterall.
She was glad she hadn't waited to see the revelation dawn on him, fully. She'd seen the tightness in his shoulders, how his pen suddenly went still, mid-signature, and that had been enough. Even if it was just walking, Allyson was grateful to be doing something, to be on the move in that instant.
Her eyes twinkled as the blond shook her head, laughing. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Just like Romeo and Juliet...at least insofar as we're two idiots who are bound to die on account of our bad choices. I'm just not clear on why I'd have to stop Hunting to be with you. Admit it, Allyson Bellefry: Huntress always held a certain appeal for you. You don't have to deny it. I already know it's true." Allyson arched her brows softly at him.
"Unrequited?" she added, arching a brow. "I think we both know you haven't been able to get me off your mind since that night." It was obvious from her tone she meant the night they'd finally slept together...and truthfully that went both ways. Death had seemed inevitable and they'd agreed it seemed like a good way to spend their last night on earth...And then, of course, they'd managed to survive, afterall. Allyson tried to play it off like it was nothing but, either way, she regretted nothing.
"I really did follow a boy here, though," she added, smirking despite herself. She chuckled after a short pause. "It's nothing like that. I owe him." I owe him the life he missed out on, she thought, hoping he didn't notice the touch of frown around her lips. She still couldn't shake the way he'd looked at her just before death had overtaken him. God, he'd tried to comfort her...Allyson had no idea how to go about telling that sad story to the man beside her. "I ruined his life, Owen. I'm here to set thing to rights, and that's the truth. It's just a happy coincidence that you happen to be here...but, if I'm being completely honest..." she raised her blue eyes to meet his. "I'm grateful it worked out that way."
jackson foster is not a ladies man pt 2 - a jackson foster moodboard ft ariella beauxford, cecilia monroe, harley keventry, olivia wallace, vivian davis, teagan emerson, natalie montgomery, and allyson bellefry.
bonus gif: claire belfront
jackson foster is not a ladies man - a Jackson Foster moodboard ft. Harley Keventry, Vivian Davis, Teagan Emerson, Cecilia Monroe, Ariella Beauxford, Olivia Wallace, Natalie Montgomery, and Allyson Bellefry
She's a Huntress | Allyson & Vivian
"Wanna go shopping?" Allyson tilted her head, grinning perkily at the other woman. She hadn't announced herself or had a word before simply appearing on her friend's doorstep. In all earnestness, she'd been looking forward to catching up with Viv. As a girl, she'd always looked up to the older woman, hoping to be more like her, and it was because of this she knew Viv wouldn't be pleased to learn about Allyson's lifestyle change.
Allyson completely understood where Viv was coming from, in this. Afterall, just two years ago, Allyson would've felt the same, had the tables been turned. But those two years had changed everything. Allyson wasn't looking forward to telling Viv news that would disappoint her, but she wasn't going to be swayed, either. An activity seemed like a good ice breaker.
"You know, I've never really had a proper 'girly' day. Carpe diem! If we don't try now, when will we?" she added, grinning brightly. "So, today, I fully intend to buy something pink. You've been warned."
Allyson wasn't really your typical 'girly girl,' but she was intent on giving it a whirl. Afterall, why couldn't you kick ass in pink? Allyson didn't see any reason. There were alot of things Allyson was looking forward to trying. Hunting had severely limited her life and now was the time to fix all those opportunities that had passed her by. Allyson was holding the reins, now.
Never Die | Allyson & Valencia
Sometimes being a witch was a little overpowered. No one could hide from her; no one could stay concealed for too long. After all, only a more powerful witch could block her out, and being one of the most powerful still alive, that had yet to happen to Valencia. So finding the place that Allyson now called home had been too easy.
What hadn’t been easy, however, was convincing her posse to stay behind. Some worried that the hunter in her cousin might try to take Val out. Val had assured them that if she could take out thousand plus year old vampires, she could certainly defend herself against a hunter who was only human. Not that she could ever hurt Allyson; but she wasn’t going to tell them that. They’d never have let her go alone.
Dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, camel colored combat boots that laced all the way up to her knee, a black loose fitting t shirt that hung lower in the back than it did in the front that she’d covered with a maroon colored leather jacket, Valencia was more than ready to take on anyone in her way.
This town was, afterall, crawling with the supernatural. Her skin was practically alight with electricity every time someone passed her by. Her blue eyes scanned each one as she moved through the groups of people. She could see eyes on her, curiosity pouring over their faces. Who was this girl, where did she come from? And why oh why did they want to worship at her feet? It fed into Val’s ego. She was more than ready to face her cousin.
However, it was hours after Val’s arrival at Allyson’s home that her cousin actually returned. Val, who’d been wandering around the small home and casing the place (as the hunter in her still knew to do), appeared upon the porch. The sun was setting, causing the sky around them to darken. Val’s hands, which had hung at her side, turned open with her palm to the sky and then lifted her arms upward a bit. Every light bulb in Allyon’s home seemed to rise into light along with the rise of Val’s hands.
Okay, she was showing off a little. But the last time she’d seen Allyson, she hadn’t been able to do anything on purpose. She wanted Allyson to understand that if she’d come to agree with her family before their deaths that Val and her kind were to be killed, that it wouldn’t be easy.
"What kind of cousin would I be if I didn’t come to check on you once I got back into the country?" she said, her hands falling to her side and her shoulders swaying back and forth in that easily flirtacious way of hers. She took a soft, almost floating, step towards her cousin and tossed her blonde curls back over her shoulder, "Now, what kind of cousin are you going to be? The one that stood by and let our family shut me out? Or will you actively shut me out this time."
The lights might have been literally shocking, but the thing that impacted Allyson the most was the appearance of her long-lost cousin. Staring in wide-eyed amazement, her mouth turned dry, her tongue forgetting every word it had ever learned to shape, save one. "Val?" Pulling her shoulders tight, Allyson watched as her cousin purposefully raised her hands. Light seemed to ring the witch in a shimmering corona, and Allyson felt cold.
At the sound of her cousin's voice, Allyson shook her head. "Neither," she responded, abandoning her search for her keys as, knowing her cousin's Bellefry training as well as she did, she realized the house was already open. "Why don't you come inside, where it's warm?" Allyson tried to smile. "There's alot to discuss."
Truth be told, Allyson hardly even knew where to start. Her cousin had, at one time, been her best friend, but Allyson had ruined that with her own weakness. Allyson would have understood if Val couldn't forgive her: if their roles were reversed, Allyson couldn't say what she would have done.
Pushing open the door, Allyson walked inside and held it open for Val, only to shut it behind her. "That was an impressive display of power," she said, before turning to face Val. "I have to ask. Are you here for revenge?" Allyson didn't really believe in dancing around things. If Val was holding a grudge, well, Allyson had earned that ill-will. That being said, she hoped things could be fixed between them. "I, uh, I guess you heard about my mom, dad, and sister? I'm all that's left of the people who pushed you out." But Allyson had never meant for that to happen. Yes, she wanted to shut out the witch part, to pretend that problem didn't exist, but she had never wanted to loose Val, herself...the problem was that she couldn't have it both ways.
Tossing her purse on the counter, Allyson walked into the next room and pulled the window closed. "You need a place to stay?" she inquired. "I've grown roots, you see." Turning back to the other blond, Allyson formed a half-hearted smile. "And...I'm not a Hunter anymore, Val. That life...I thought it was for me, but I realized I'd just been backed into a corner. I don't think I was ever really cut out for that. I'm sorry it took me too long to realize it...I wish I'd gone with you. Val, I want to start over, I want to be family to you, no take backs, no doubts. I-I hope you'll give me another chance. You alwasy deserved more. We're all the family we have left."
Lost Souls | Allyson & Ryder
It was stupid. Allyson told herself that multiple times, but it hadn't stopped her. Swinging by to find an ancient vampire was literally courting death, but she still found herself lurking outside his house like a ghost. It was such a strange thing to think, but Ryder made her feel...alive. He didn't judge her for what she'd been, he didn't judge her for what she was now, he didn't judge her for giving up. But he still treated her like an intelligent and capable being - even when all her capacities were dwarfed by his. She could only imagine what a vampire as ancient as he was capable of.
Despite herself, she'd had fun with him and, despite herself, she wanted to talk to him again. She'd waited until night fall to turn out, knowing of course that he wouldn't be out till then. As soon as she'd gotten off work at Comic Relief, however, she'd found an excuse to stop by the lamp post where he usually seemed to find her. Truth be told, she had no idea where he lived, or she would have gone there. If she stopped to think, she knew very little about him. Maybe that should have given her pause, but it didn't. It took guts to be a Hunter and she'd been one for most of her life.
But then, maybe the danger was part of what she craved. It took guts to be a Hunter, yes, but it required something more. It had to feed you, to breathe inside of you, to hollow you. Hunting was ruin and maybe she longed for him to ruin her.
"Ryder?" she called into the night, before smirking at her own absurdity. Why would he there? This was hardly playing it cool. Yet, she found herself saying, "Are you there? I thought we could hang out, tonight."
Scream My Name | Allyson & Owen
"Shocking!" exclaimed Allyson, blue eyes twinkling as she leaned in the doorway. "Look at you, TDH, looking so respectable." Allyson's grin was mischievous as she straightened and walked further into the room. "If I didn't know better," she said, pushing the door shut behind her. "I might think you were an actual civi." Allyson might've been a civilian, herself, now, but Owen still wasn't...even if looks could deceive.
Being a Hunter, Allyson hadn't had much occasion to visit hospitals, before, but that was over. She needed to know where it was now, right? Maybe that was just an excuse. She still had some ties to her old life that she didn't mean to ever cut. Val was one and Owen was another. Allyson had waited till the end of Owen's shift just to see him - not that she was going to admit that.
"Big news," she began, shrugging. "I'm thwarting all my ancestors and throwing in the towel." She tried to play it off with a smile. "No more Hunting for me." Slowly, Allyson raised her eyes to find his, wondering what he'd make of this announcement. Davises and Bellefries had been Hunting for centuries, on many occasions jointly, but her entire family had died on the job. It was time, she told herself, time for so many reasons. "Well?" Allyson bit her lip, searching his face. "You going to try and talk me out of it, Doc?"
Taking a step back, she hooked her finger over her shoulder. "Come on, let's swing by my place and talk it over." Allyson grinned. "That's right: my place. I have an actual house, now."
Representing all the women. Salute, salute.
I don’t need to be fixed. I can’t be fixed…
Time and Sage | Allyson & Rose
"Spit it out." Allyson sank into the booth opposite her friend, purse first, and instantly leaned forward against the table. "Who's the hottest waiter here? How does Oxford's official ab-ranker rank these abs?" If she were being honest, this wasn't the question she'd been going for, but it seemed less confrontational than demanding to know what was up. Allyson wanted to help, not to pry, and if Rose needed her to know, Rose would tell her...with a little encouragement. Which was precisely what Allyson hoped to provide in dragging her off yo this restaurant. "Speaking of...I've noticed you haven't been sleeping at the shop quite as much. Nice work!" Maybe flopping in her not-boyfriend's bed wasn't the best option...but it was a better one. At least he had a mattress at his place and fed her something that wasn't ramen. All to the good in Allyson's book. Still, she wanted to keep the air light and the conversation flowing. She wanted Rose to know she could tell Allyson anything. "Got any pro tips for your best friend?"
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Never Die | Allyson & Valencia
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?"