It happened so fast. One moment she had been telling Isaac it would be alright, that she would come back, mastering a display of confidence she wasn’t sure she had. There were a lot of unknowns in this situation. She didn’t think a vampire could face the final death after a stabbing from a sword but this was different. The swords the Oni held seemed to be part of them, from the same realm, plane, whatever you wanted to call it and if that was the case could this demonic item cause her to face death even as a vampire? And then the cold had become bitter, she no longer felt Isaac’s touch and her vision began to blur. Blackness encased her in its cruel snare until suddenly she found herself outside her body, an observer unable to do anything but watch as the scene played out in front of her. Lydia. She’d finally made it——- it was then the thought struck her, if she was seeing this, if she was outside her body… oh god, did this mean she was dead? A hand came up to cover her mouth as her gaze drifted from Isaac’s unrelenting hold on her… her body to Lydia whom seemed agitated with Scott and devastated by her body in front of her. Lydia’s expression caused Allison to grab her mid-section, as if that as the only thing holding her upright while her body lay still a few feet away.
Allison had been brave for them but now they couldn’t see her and the notion of being dead, if that was what this really was, suddenly hit her full force. She was a seventeen year old immortal, she wasn’t supposed to be killed by a Japanese demon. Scott continued to gently grip Lydia’s shoulder, his facial expression exhibiting calmness and determination that contrasted with his inner emotions. He was well aware of what him and Isaac were thinking but not saying. It was possible that she wouldn’t wake up, they didn’t know what effects the sword could have on her. It was this notion that prevented him from attempting to move or talk to Lydia again, instead letting her mourn her friend for a few more moments.
It was then something struck him, three words that Allison had told him when he had tried to kill himself. ‘There’s always hope.’ He had to believe that. Allison would wake up and he needed to get through to Lydia. They’d all been keeping too many secrets. “Lydia. Lydia!” Scott stated rising his voice enough to get her attention. “Allison’s not dead, she’s a vampire!” Scott revealed, voice a bit too loud and laced with emotion. His voice only wavered a moment as his eyes washed over Alison’s all too still features before connecting back with Lydia’s gaze. Isaac finally looked away from Allison in reaction to Scott’s words as if he needed to hear someone say that out loud. “Allison will wake up soon, we just have to wait.”
Despite the hand on her shoulder holding her steady she'd slumped forward a little further in the pursuit of reaching for Allison's hand. Isaac had just stood by quietly, eyes still searching Scott's however it went unnoticed by the strawberry blonde. She was busy trying her best to ignore how cold Allison's skin felt and how still she was. Unnaturally still. Her body was shaking, pure shock hitting her, when Scott finally spoke up again. His words made her furious and he probably sensed it because he took his hand away from her shoulder. She gently set Allison's hand on her abdomen before she turned around to face him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked, her voice dripping with venom. “I don't care if this is your way of coping... You need to stop talking.” There were daggers in her glare and she was shaking again. His eyes were pleading as he shook his head. “Lydia no, listen to me. Just listen for a second okay?” And finally, hearing the desperation in his voice, she let him talk. “I wouldn't lie to you about this,” he continued. “I know you know that. She had vampire blood in her system and she died, and I should've told you already. I'm sorry.” He had lowered himself to her level, eyes dead on hers. Her breathing slowed and she stared at him for several seconds before she looked back over at Allison.
“She's so still,” she practically whispered, and Scott finally deemed it safe to touch her again. “I know. She'll be fine,” he assured her so he could further reassure himself. Her eyes wandered up to Isaac who had finally resumed his position, watching her like a hawk. She hadn't even noticed there wasn't a trace of tears on his face until now. --- They were telling the truth, or at least they seemed to believe it; and for the moment, she chose to believe it too because the alternative was unbearable. She relaxed a little under Scott's hand and let out a small, shaky breath. “How long will it take..?”
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