Red and Black || Dallison
His hand squeezed the gun. It took everything in him to not just pull the trigger. Her mouth kept going on and on, a trait that the hunter didn’t care for too much. “You said yourself that you are just a teenager. Why would you have anything valuable in that young mind of yours? It’s barely developed yet.” He smirked, eyes focused on her.
He listened closely to her words, only bringing his gun down from her face because he was afraid he might actually end up killing her. “An Omega wouldn’t be capable of all of this and you know that,” he snarled, taking a step back from her. He still had his guard up because he knew exactly what she was capable of. “Why don’t you use your little army of murderous teens for something good and figure out what is behind all of the recent death in Beacon Hills?”
“Teenager does not equal stupid. The simple fact that you even made that comment makes you a moron.” Allison rolled her eyes back into her head, her foot tapping anxiously against the ground. It was an annoying trait she’d picked up in her many years of being hunted, the anxiety just builds within a person and they have to find a way to let it out. Allison’s method was developing some sort of tick and taunting pretty boys with guns in her face.
A smile perked up at the corner of Allison’s lips as she watched the gun lower. “Now was that so hard?” Her eyes flashed a quick red to show as they met Derek’s beautiful green ones, that looked perfect in this dark lighting, to show him she wasn’t looking for a fight. “Wait, you want me to use my pack of respectable beta’s who have never killed a single person, to do your job for you?”
