“I get it okay, I’m heading home. I’m not about to turn into a lamb at the slaughter for some wolf…-I mean been there done that, seen and wrote the book.” he added turning to whoever had decided to make their presence known.
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He certainly was a face she never thought she’d encounter again, surprise etched briefly upon seeing the figure from a reasonable distance. It only brought back not so pleasant memories of actions that she knew were beyond her control-- even so, she felt responsible for it all. She just so happened to be walking in his direction, unable to avoid the encounter at this point. Turning her head to the side momentarily, as if to avoid being seen, she let out a soft sigh and turned to face him, “ -- don’t worry, I’m not a threat... ”
Stiles’ eyes flicked up when he heard the all too familiar voice. Their last encounter was practically burned into Stiles’ mind. He knew it wasn’t her fault and it may have been hypocritical but Stiles didn’t exactly trust Allison like he used to. “Allison,” he breathed out. “Hey. You should…probably, you know, be inside.”
“ I know.. I just-- I figured if I’m gonna be holed up inside my apartment all night, I’d at least get some takeout... ” there’s a tense air between the two and she could feel it-- it was hard not to notice it. The huntress shifted slightly in her discomfort, letting out a soft sigh as she kept an attentive gaze on the wolf. Concern colored her features, as she took a step towards the other-- careful in her approach, “ -- are you gonna be okay tonight? ”
Stiles could say with a lot of certainty that he wasn’t a fan of full moons, or at least, he wasn’t any more. Granted, he had come a long way from being the new wolf that couldn’t control himself but even now seemed to be a fifty-fifty chance on if Stiles was going to turn or not. “I hate this,” he murmured to himself as he moved down the sidewalk. Leaving the house hadn’t been the best idea and right now, he just wanted to get home.
The last thing Allison expected was to encounter Stiles-- especially on the night of a full moon. She knew what he was now, it was difficult for her to forget their last encounter in Beacon Falls. A lot had changed for the both of them after a long year apart. “ Stiles, ” Allison breathed, swallowing thickly as she kept an attentive gaze on the other, keeping her distance. She wasn’t exactly sure he was all too eager to see her, after all, the huntress did attempt to kill him before. Even if that wasn’t her fault, and she knew it; the guilt still remained with her.
“Lore huh?…what about?” he was curious and amused at the same time considering he was part of said lore, though clearly if she was reading up on it she must have been unaware of such things.
“ Vampires, witches... all the things that go bump in the night. ” she gave a nonchalant shrug, words spoken held a lighthearted air to them despite knowing it was the truth of the city. She’d play it off as if she was simply a curious resident for now, unsure if the other was even aware of these facts himself. “ It’s kinda cheesy, I know... ”
“i can understand that.” shifting closer towards the other, her eyes looking down at the girl’s laptop screen. davina’s eyes creased after looking at the page with information that she can pretty much relate to and she could never forget the fact that she was apart of the harvest which had ultimately slaughtered her friends. she gazed towards the other, “i’m actually, very familiar on it. in fact, half of the city believed that old legend was true. last i heard.” davina had given the other a small smile, reminiscing, somewhat about it. “it’s pretty interesting.”
The huntress eyed the other, watching attentively as the girl looked over the page briefly, curious to hear the other’s thoughts on the matter. “-- and what do you think? ” There was more to the city than met the eye, and that much Allison was certain of. The same could be said for the residents of New Orleans. “ Do you believe it’s true? ”
“I hate to point out the obvious but that’s been the same page for way too long now…count me curious to what is interesting enough for you to wanna stare at it for this long?” Aiden was just curious was all, he wasn’t afraid to speak openly since he knew he was already at risk just by being out of the Bayou.
The huntress shifts her attention to the man that spoke, equally curious by the sudden interest. She hadn’t realized she’d been so invested in her reading that the page had been up for that long, a sheepish smile forming upon her lips, “ -- has it? I, uh... didn’t even notice. ” A soft laugh escapes her, “ Just some New Orleans lore... definitely an interesting read, if you ask me. ”
It wasn’t until Malia spotted her did she realize that it had been quite some time since she had seen Allison let alone heard from her. “Allison,” Malia spoke quietly as she oped for approaching the other. “Hey,” she breathed out, a small smile on her lips.”When did you get here?”
Features colored in surprise as the voice broke through to her, snapping the huntress back to reality. A year had passed since she’d last seen the werecoyote, recollections of their last encounter briefly flashed at the forefront of her mind. It was then that she also recalled the fact that she had attacked Derek while under the mark’s influence, a chill sent up her spine at the memory. Had he even spoke of it to his family? “ Malia... I had no idea you were in the city. ” A faint smile crept its way upon her lips, uncertainty lingered the air, “ -- not so long ago, actually... I’ve only recently moved into some small apartment with my dad. ”
“it looks like you’re focusing pretty hard. i would’ve imagined it to be difficult with the noise.” davina turned towards the girl, eyeing her and the laptop in front of her. after spending all day looking at spells inside a grimoire, she needed a moment to take a break.
The huntress shifted her attention to the girl, lips curving upwards in response, “ I have this tendency to get lost in what I’m reading... it makes drowning out background noises a lot easier. ” she surveyed the other, before she shifted slightly in her seat, in attempt to give the other a better view of the screen on display. “ -- I’m actually reading about this old legend. Are you familiar with the story of the casket girls? ”
he just stared, he wasn’t all that sure of what to say or do, he just stared, blinking a few times, before letting out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. scott didn’t hold off any longer, he darted forward and pulled allison into a hug, “I’m so, so, so sorry, allison,” he shook his head, leaning back to look her over, before pulling her into his embrace again, “you have no idea how happy I am to see you.”
It wasn’t until he pulled her into an embrace that the walls she’d put up came crashing down; leaving nothing but rubble. Tears formed in the brim of her eyes, threatening to spill over any moment. Nuzzling her face into his shoulder, she takes in the scent of him, his warmth; something she was all too familiar with. Something that provided her with a sense of comfort. She shifted her head to the side, arms remained wrapped around the wolf as she gave him a slight squeeze, “ I’m the one who should be apologizing... I did some terrible things, Scott-- I tried to kill Stiles... ” she trails off, the crack in her voice an easy indicator that the wounds still felt fresh. “ -- I was so afraid... I wasn’t sure things could ever be the same. ” A wave of relief coursed through her the moment Scott spoke those words. With a reluctance, Allison pulled away from him, warm hues meeting with those of darker contrast. Lips tugged weakly at their corners, giving an attempt at a smile, “ I’m glad you’re okay. ”
he’d know her scent anywhere, just like stiles’, but in a different way, scott had memorised everything about allison that he could, and purely for this reason, so he’d always know if she was close by. when he first caught it, scott’s steps faltered, then came to an abrupt halt to listen more closely for the sound of her heartbeat. following the familiarity, he didn’t stop until he spotted the brunette, and his stomach seemed to twist, “allison?”
Within an instant she jerked head up, gaze yanked from their original focus only to find those familiar deep hues staring back at her. She could feel the knot tighten in her stomach, as her heartbeat picked up. She’d never imagined encountering the werewolf in this city, and a very small part of her wished it stayed that way. Because now she was left to deal with the past once again-- with the guilt of what happened. “ Scott... ” she breathed, searching his face for anything that would suggest that he saw her differently after everything.
“All valid points,” Dani responded with a nod of his head. She had a point especially where the vampires were concerned. “It’s all pretty typical. I don’t think the vampires and witches here are much different than anyone else. Things are just…more political.” That was the one way Dani could really explain the inner workings of New Orleans. The vampire shook his head, “Don’t be. Shit happens.”
With her gaze cast downwards, she takes in a deep breath before expelling the air that filled her lungs steadily. The Argent gives a light nod, “-- right... but it doesn’t make it any easier. ” She couldn’t let the past haunt her-- yet whenever the topic was brought up, it was as if an old wound had reopened. It takes her a few moments to allow the information to settle, eyes lifted to meet with his again, “ And what exactly are these politics? ” there’s a genuine curiosity that lingered within her tone.
“You’re in a city swarmed with them and you’d rather read about them than just ask?” Dani cocked his head to the side. It brought him a little amusement, he had to admit. A soft chuckle almost escaped his lips, “I’m married to him. The wedding reception that got crashed last year was ours.”
Allison chewed on her lower lip, a soft laugh falling past rose colored lips as she gave her head a light shake, “ -- I don’t know... I mean, for starters, you never know who you can trust... and I’d rather not become a vampires dinner. ” There was that, and the additional fact that she wasn’t exactly ready to get involved with the supernatural once more. She knew it was bound to happen, given the city she was to reside in, but she figured she’d steer clear of it all for as long as she could. Memories of the reception flooded back to her, the regret she managed to repress in the back of her mind threatening to resurface. Anxiously fiddling with her fingers, she averts her gaze briefly to compose herself, “ I’m sorry about what happened... ” was all she could bring herself to say in a soft voice, guilt lingered the air.
“You mean other than the obvious?”Dani asked with a raised brow, “I’d say all the legends are true but what do I know?” He knew a lot more than he was willing to let on in that moment because what would be the fun in putting all the information out here. “Regardless, I’m assuming Jackson will be happy to know you’re around.”
“ I read a lot about vampires and witches in the city... somehow I don’t doubt they’re true. ” Of course the huntress was aware that there had been more to New Orleans than met the eye, it was hard not to notice it. It felt ironic; she tried her best to keep away from the supernatural world, and yet she found herself in a place flooded with them. There wasn’t much she could do about it now, other than persevere. Interest piqued at the mention of an old friend, brows raised in surprise, “-- you know Jackson? ”
Dani probably wouldn’t have noticed her or even said anything if he didn’t recognize the girl as one of Jackson’s friends although he wasn’t so sure on how close the two of them used to be. Pressing his lips together, he went against his better judgment to approach her. “Interesting read?”
Tugged from her reading, the huntress lifted her head only to find an unfamiliar face had approached her. “-- yeah, actually... I was just searching up some of the lore of New Orleans... ” A sheepish grin made its way upon her lips. With the cataclysmic events that took place in Beacon Falls, she seldom had any opportunity to have any remotely normal interaction with her friends-- save for a single night it would seem. What with having sacrificed herself to power up the nemeton, having hallucinations shortly after that same sacrifice, and then discovering she was part of the five; Allison had a lot placed on her shoulders. Once the mark had the huntress under its control, she was not the same-- it was as if she was a puppet on strings and the curse played the role of puppeteer. But she refused to dwell on such dark memories.
Dark irises lingered on the laptop screen before her, scanning the page she’d been on for the past hour or so. With her elbow propped onto the table, she leaned to rest her head into her hand. Brows furrowed as she continued to scroll through the site, as she read in silence with an iced coffee at her side. She wasn’t sure what to make of New Orleans yet, having kept to herself for the most part. Oddly enough, things had been off to an unusually normal start, which was a breath of fresh air for the Argent. She could only hope things would remain that way.
Once the huntress was reverted back to normal after the veil went back up, she was left to deal with the consequences of her actions. She decides that it’s in her and her father’s best interest to stay away from all things supernatural and hunter alike, taking a much needed trip to Paris for a good portion of the year-- roughly around 8-9 months.
It takes a while for Allison to feel like herself once again, often recalling her actions while under the influence of the mark, feeling like she acted no better than her aunt Kate. She had become the kind of person she condemned; a merciless hunter. As a result, Allison feels tremendous guilt, and tries her best to forget what took place in Beacon Falls so that she was able to enjoy her stay in Paris. But despite her efforts, the recollection of it all lingered in the back of her mind, something that she’s certain will be difficult if not impossible to shake out.
As much as she tried to stay away from being a huntress, she felt the need to do something. She hated sitting around and pretending things were fine and normal when they weren’t at all, and she was well aware of that fact. Perhaps it was apart of her that felt, in a sense, she could atone for the damage she caused back in Beacon Falls. Whatever the case, old habits die hard, and she finds herself taking up the bow once more in order to see her code through. We protect those who cannot protect themselves.
Allison and her father wind up in New Orleans upon hearing that it was a city where both humans and supernatural coexist, something that she’d never heard of before and she thought to be impossible.
