@anchorred told me to fuck scott up.
being dead did a number on her. made her question so many things, especially when it came to SCOTT. he was the one person that she completely trusted but N O W she was not sure that he could be trusted. did he tell her the truth about her mother?? sure, her mother didnāt want them TOGETHER but she couldnāt see her mother actually trying to K I L L. she wouldnāt. he LIED to her. it was the only thing that made sense to her. her thoughts had become so dark since waking up with a beating heart. this time was different. it was no longer hallutions. this was real. there was no turning back from being brought back from the dead a SECOND time. as her head turned, her irises narrowed as her pupils narrowed at the sight of him. her fingers clunched her dagger. she wanted to throw it at him. she wanted to watch him bleed & beg her why she was doing this. he deserved to feel the pain she felt. after all since him coming into her life she had lost her aunt, her mother. no girl should have to deal with the loss of a mother. she should make him KNOW what it is like to not have a mother. her steps were slow as she moved towards him. physically attacking him wasnāt going to do any good, as he made clear he had strength & speed. but she did have skill & training. her heart pounded against her ribcage as she got closer to him, her jaw clenched tight as her breathe became heavy.ā i regret ever loving you. youāre the REASON for all the pain in my life. youāre the reason i EVER became a hunter. god, you were the biggest MISTAKE of my life, scott mccall. ā her voice held no emotion, her eyes lacked depth as she stopped a few feet away from him. as much as she wanted to watch the tip of her knife dig into his skin, she didnāt want to be ANYWHERE near him. ā now itās your turn to know what it is like to lose people you LOVE. ā her tone was cold, ice cold. it no longer held the happiness & kind tone that it was had.
somethingās off. the overwhelming sense of dread that accompanies allison is the first thing he notices, and then thereās the way her fingers curl around a dagger. sheās coming at him, with a dagger, and the warmth she radiated was gone. he didnāt think of her as capable of harming him -- but he thought the same of liam, and he had been found dead by mason and his mother.Ā
he stiffens at her presence, anxiety crawling its way up his spine and spreading through him like a virus. thereās an uneasiness that takes him, and the closer she gets, the further he backs away. this isnāt right -- allison isnāt right. and it feels as though sheās ripped at his heart when she speaks. SHEāS RIGHT, heās the reason she became a hunterĀ ( of course he wonāt blame her family. itās his fault. always his fault ) and the reason she died -- itās him. it all falls onto him.Ā
ā alli -- allison. ā he hates how his voice falters, he hates how she looks at him and he hates how THIS is what they have come to. holding onto the memories of what they once were was going to kill him, scottās holding onto nothing and clinging to the hope that sheās still in there.Ā ā i can help. thereās still hope. the pack -- lydia and stiles, we can help you. you donāt n-need to -- you donāt have to do this. āĀ
thereās an intake of breath, and his fingers are twitching as he backs away from her form. realistically, he knows he can overpower her. but doesnāt want to do that -- he doesnāt want to hurt her. the way his breath hitches when she speaks is something only she can do, and he keeps his hands at his side in plain sight, raising them in surrender as he tries to maintain the safe distance between them.Ā ā just put the dagger down, please. ā