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[TEXT FROM I. LAHEY]:

I take it you want to be 'us' again tonight?

[TEXT FROM I. LAHEY]:

Because I am more than happy to go along with that plan.

[wehowled-blog]

"She's gone, Dean."

That was it. The only explanation he was going to get. Something went down, and he wasn't there to help out. He said he was going to protect her from everything. She wasn't going to become another goddamn statistic. There wasn't going to be a last goodbye, no more of her picking his brains for war stories. No more anything. Allison Argent was dead. Another member of his extended family lost to this life. Someone he thought that actually had a real chance. But did any of them actually ever make it out alive -- ?

Seconds passed, morphing into minutes, turning into an hour. He stood there, staring at the phone in his hands, then to the floor. 'She was just a kid.' He has half a mind to throttle Chris for even bringing her into this, but he has to let go of that anger. The urge to gank every last son of a bitch that was a part of this also crossed his mind, but -- he can't. There's pain on all sides and he can't bring himself to cause any more.

A few clicks on his phone and her contact information was pulled up. And he called.

BRRRRING. BRRRRING. CLICK! "Hey, this is Allison. Please leave a message."

And that's what set him off, beaming his phone across the room and watching it shatter. Anger fueled him, guilt setting in as it always does. He told her, he told her --

I don’t know if I’ll ever be out. I can’t switch my loyalties off like that. I’d be leaving people behind that count on me and I can’t do that. As much as I want to leave and pretend to be normal, I can’t. I’d be calling Scott, Isaac or Lydia every day to check on everyone. I tried to be normal after losing my Mom. Over the summer, Dad and I went to France. I ended up right where I am now the second something went wrong. This town is toxic, I’ll give you that, but some of that is my fault. How do I run away from that?

He just didn't know everything he said would actually come to fruition. Or he just wished it didn't. Because after years and years of losing family to this life, it was to almost be expected. But not her. 

At some point, you're going to have to be out. For your own sake, for your family's sake. Be selfish. Do what you want to do, not what everyone wants you to do. I sound like a hypocrite, but I'm not going to bury you, Allison. I'm not going to watch your dad spiral because you're not around to pick up the pieces. None of it is your fault. The werewolves aren't your fault and the bodies piling aren't your fault. So I don't want to hear it. You do what you have to for your friends. When the time comes, choose yourself. Because if you choose otherwise, all there's gonna be at the end of that tunnel is red.

That was one of their last conversations, and it was almost... poetic. To take solace in her finding peace somewhere was felt right, but to think about her, moving on. She won't live to see any kids, see any of her friends move on. To see if he actually worked it out with Sam.

To just be her. She wouldn't even get to just be her.

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           "Behind you! ----" Lydia screeched, hazel hues prominent with terror. She had faith in Allison, of course she did, but just her fighting off Isaac and the twins; she wasn't quite sure what the outcome may be. Something wasn't right with them, and she knew that with this being their current state, they won't stop until blood is spilled; and until someone is killed.

                She watched from a safe distance, as Aiden lunged himself at her. Please don't hurt her, please don't hurt her! Luckily, Allison had great agility, and she managed to dodge the blow with her speed. But just as the rush of relief came, it was gone all too soon. The sound of Allison's painful grunt and soft cry made goosebumps rise upon the smooth flesh of her skin, "Isaac! No!" Lydia screamed, her eyes now widened in complete and utter shock. His claws were dug deep within her stomach, and he gave it a good twist. If only Lydia could've done something to protect her -----

                It'd be dumb to just run towards her friend, it'd be her just running straight to her deathbed. But she did not care. Just as she began to run towards her best friend, she was shoved backwards by Ethan. Her back hit hard against lockers, pain shot up from her lower back all the way to her neck. A soft groan escaped her, and her vision became a blur. The last she could remember was whispering softly, ".... Allison --" and everything went black.