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scottymccalltrue:

“Definitely something.” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I mean, we can figure something out. I mean, I don’t everyone knows that. We could get something to eat, if you’re up for it… Or you want to do more target practice…. I could help you with your aim.” He grinned, tilting his head to the side. He rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand comfortingly. 

Allison looks over Scott with soft eyes before looking to their hands, a small smile appearing on her lips. Of course Scott was willing to help her, he was willing to help everyone. “Food sounds great,” She replied, the relief in he voice obvious. “And-- I’m not using you for target practice, if that’s what you thought.”

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Welcome Home

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kanimawolf:

Jackson looked up. He gave a stunned look. “Allison?” he said. “I heard you were brought back, but I did not believe it.” he said. “You look good for a zombie.”

     Allison squints at Jackson in disbelief. Right, the Whittemore boy was very blunt. “Thankfully, I’m not a mindless zombie with rotting flesh,” She retorts, lips curling into a slight smile. “Nope, I’m completely intact, though there are some pieces of my memory missing, apparently.”

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Confessions

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possessionspuppet:

Stiles had been reading for his Econ test when there was a knock on the door. Opening the door, he was tsunned to see Allison standing in the porch light. “Hey, yeah, come in.” he said, stepping aside. “I, uh…I’m sorry I freaked out on you. It was just…odd seeing you. I didn’t mean to frighten you or anything.” he apologized. “Are you thirsty?”

     "It's okay, it's not like I came back from the dead or anything," She joked softly, letting out a quiet laugh, slipping past him. “Incredibly, I feel like I can drink water for five years and still not be hydrated,” She states as she makes a B-line for the couch, taking a seat and curling up. “I just wanted to see how everything was going..”

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Girls’ Night // Allison & Lydia

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misslydiamartinxoxox:

“Well, that’s great.” Lydia replied, sending Allison a soft smile as she started towards her house. She was excited for what the night had in store for them. “I’ve also got some snacks at my place, and stuff for a spa day. We are going to do all of the fun stuff that we used to.”

     Allison smiled widely, setting into the car seat. “That sounds fantastic, honestly. I think my skin needs it,” She laughs a bit, laying her head back. “This is gonna be great.”

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Welcome Home

Jackson pulled into the parking lot, stopping and looking at the building. A lot had changed since he had left. He had become a little more aware of himself, of his unique abilities. He stared at the doors for a moment, eyes looking over the papers in his passenger seat. He was getting closer, slow but sure. And after a long minute, he opened the door and stepped out, slipping designer shades onto his face and taking a slow breath. “Well, time to step back into Beacon.”

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      Allison was "repeating" junior year. Again. Why, because according to her records, she never finished. Apparently Kate managed to wipe any proof of her death so she could continue her schooling- Though her reappearance raised a few brows. She perks up when she hears a familiar voice. "That makes two of us, huh?"

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Confessions

     Everything was a lot to take in. Apparently, she was killed and then revived. That was what... Stiles, Derek, Scott, Lydia-- Even Peter? That’s five stories against one. Allison now knew the truth and there was no hiding from it. Along with the truth came the night mares, the cold sweats and night terrors. The waking up screaming and clutching her stomach. There was the darkness that shrouded her heart. She thought she could ignore it, but she just couldn’t. So, she found herself on Stiles’ door step, a thing she did often when it became too much. After all, Stiles was a part of “Team Human” so he would understand.      She tugs her cardigan tight around her thin frame, looking up at him. “I uh-- Old fashion pow wow?”

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Girls’ Night // Allison & Lydia

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Lydia sent a quick text to Allison to let her know that she was coming to get her. Her mother was gone for the night, and therefore there would be nobody around to see the girl who was supposed to be dead. Before leaving her house she had prepared all of the things that the two were going to use for their girls’ night. Lydia was still beyond happy that everything was turning out the way that it had. When Lydia pulled into the driveway of where Allison was staying, she sent her friend another message.

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    Allison waited impatient for Lydia, pacing the small house her aunt put her in after her revival to “hide” her. The huntress jumped a bit at the notifying ping from her phone before a girl stretches across her face. She grabs her bag and races out to the car, getting in, the grin still of her face. “Okay, so I have some movie on my laptop and snacks.”

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alphaofsass:

“Bear with me, this is going to take some explanation. And I will answer all the questions you have.” Peter began as he kept the huntress at his side, matching her pace. “For starters, you should know that when your father and I were younger, we were together.” he said. “Obviously we had to hide it, Gerard wasn’t accepting of anything supernatural. He barely tolerated that your father and I were even friends.” He tucked his hands into his jeans pockets as he walked, giving a sigh. “Someone found out about us, someone that knew your grandfather wouldn’t approve, and he kidnapped me. Told me that I could either leave Chris or I could choose to stay with him and watch Gerard cut him in two.” he replied. “Wolves have a terrible weakness when it involves our mates. Gerard knew how to tap into it, being an Argent. And he used it against me. I naturally made the choice that would keep your father alive; he was my everything.” He paused here, waiting for any questions the girl might have, but also to regain his composure as he fought the memory back. Gerard was dead, and Chris was alive, and Peter was rebuilding everything with the hunter he loved so deeply.

Allison crinkled her brows as Peter spoke, nodding every once in a while to show him that she was still listening. “You and my dad?” She said in disbelief. “No way, you and my dad don’t get along,” She commented, though as the story went on, Allison couldn’t help but begin to believe him. After all, Gerard was manipulative. Evil. Even she couldn’t call him her family anymore. “So, let me guess, you and my dad are trying to pick up where you left off. But that doesn’t any what happened. What happened to my dad, Peter?”

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Resurrected

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thebetaliam:

“It’s uh, very wrong.” he said after a moment. “I mean, from what I heard at least…I, I got bitten by Scott after you…you passed.” he said, trying to be both delicate and blunt with the topic. “I uh, look I don’t have the connection to you; that the others do…so, if you want the honest truth; I can do my best.” he offered, figuring it might help her figure things out. 

     The huntress paused for a long moment, before nodding slowly. “You’re right, we don’t have a connection,” Which was true. Allison didn’t know him, and he didn’t know he. “You’re probably the only one who wouldn’t sugar coat it to save my feelings. So let me get this straight, I died. I was stabbed through the stomach and apparently my Aunt is trying to kill my friends now. Why?”

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alphaofsass:

Peter felt a pang of familiarity at the way she moved. His eyes turned sad. “I do know where he is, Allison.” he began. “But there are some thigns you need to know, before I take you to him. And here is not the place. Shall we walk?” he asked. 

The young huntress clears her throat. She didn’t completely trust Peter, but by the way his eyes looks... There was no faking that, so she couldn’t help but be worried about her father. “ Wha- Yeah, yes,” She nods hastily, walking along side Peter. “What happened to him..?”

[thebetaliam]

Resurrected

Liam paused, looking at the woman in front of him. He took a small breath, shifting slightly as he looked at Allison. “So….” he said, shifting slightly. “I uh, I’m…I’m Liam.” he said, looking at her; leaning against the wall. He’d wanted to meet her; she’d been a big part of the pack’s past and, now their future. It seemed important that they meet. “So, how exactly are you back? I didn’t, really hear all the details.” he paused. “I uh, sorry…probably not the first question I should ask…” 

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     Allison’s attention moved to the beta, her lips rolling slightly. She had heard of Liam through Scott when Scott found her. His first and only bitten beta. He was, in Scott’s words, “a good kid”. So there was no reason to be wry around him, right? Wrong. But then again, she couldn’t help it. The pack had never really had good run ins with new people. “No, it’s fine,” She said, pushing her brown locks away from her face. “I was told that I was in a car crash that put me in a coma. But... That seems to be wrong, so I don’t actually know at this point.”

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alphaofsass:

Peter arched a brow. “No, my little huntress. You died. Your father buried you, has followed the code you created just before you died.” he replied. “You were very much dead. No heartbeat, no living scent. Cold.” he answered. “I wasn’t aware that your family had resurrection spells, though.” he paused, eyes narrowing slightly. “As for your aunt, she isn’t the one you should be trusting. Perhaps you should go find your friends.”

Allison’s eyes drifted to the ground as she hugs herself- a true sign of vulnerability. Kate wouldn’t lie to her. Why would she? She was her aunt? “My dad.. Have you seen him? I need to see my dad..”

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darekhale-bhc:

“Kate told you?” He repeated with doubt in his voice, even though he knew she was telling the truth. “And you believed her? Allison, that’s not what happened. You died.”

“Uh- yes,” She nodded, raising a brow to him. “Of course I believe her, she’s my aunt, why would she lie to me?”

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darekhale-bhc:

“Do you not remember?” He asked her, listening to her heart rate for honesty. “It’s not an official patrol, it’s just me being paranoid, I guess.”

Allison shook her head slowly, her hands wrapping around thee sleeves of her sweater. “No- Kate told me I was in a car crash and went into a coma..”

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alphaofsass:

Peter watched her quietly. “Becaue there’s a group of bad guys trying to kill us all, your aunt included?” He asked. “We’re all on high alert.” He explained. “I have had the unfortunate situation to know both comatose and dead states. You, Allison were dead. There was a funeral. Your father left with Isaac. Your friends have mourned - and still mourn. And yet you stand here with breath in your lungs.” He said matter of factly. “Resurrected as if you’d never been run through by the blade of an oni.”

The Argent girl squints at him, her head tilting just a fraction. “Because I haven’t?” She questioned, truly not believing that she was stabbed. “Kate told me there was a car accident. I didn’t die.”

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darekhale-bhc:

At first, Derek second guessed himself when he caught her scent during a patrol of the woods. He almost thought it was a pedestrian who happened to smell like Allison, but as he traced the scent, saw her practicing with her bow and arrows. He watched her, wondering if he was hallucinating or not. Eventually, he approached her from behind.

“Hard to shoot an arrow when you’re dead,” he pointed out. “Are you struggling a bit?”

Allison whipped around, her weapon pointed at the source that came from behind her. At this point, Allison normally wouldn’t point a bow at a Hale family member (Well, maybe Peter, but not Derek,) but it was her first instinct when she was startled. She frowned and lowered the weapon. “Dead, no. Struggling… Just a little bit.”

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“I mean, how are you alive? Allison, you were dead. Or did I imagine the night where Scott was weeping over your dead body?” Derek asked her, feeling suspicious of her despite her disarming the bow. “I don’t. I come out here to stroll and patrol for threats.”

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Allison both furrows and raises a brow to him. “I didn’t die, that’s ridiculous,” She states, shaking her head. “Why are there patrols now?”