#reply; allison

[brokenxlahey]

semi-plotted starter for @silverxwarrior​

Being asked to go on patrol with Allison and Christopher had been a highlight for Isaac. There was a new threat in town, vampires draining people of blood. And Isaac? Well, he’d caught the scent at one of their crime scenes behind the club. Christopher decided to wander off on his own, keeping check of any new leads. The scent brought Isaac to the edge of town. It was a strange scent, somewhat musky, like a dead body nearly. It wasn’t pleasant, that was for sure. “At least I’m somewhat useful tonight.” Isaac mused, glancing to the huntress who seemed decked out in an arsenal, head to toe. It was strange seeing Allison once more, remembering how the oni had taken her life. The fact she’d lost her memories also made Isaac feel a little on edge around her. Still, it was nice to have a familiar face in town whom he could rely on. Coming back to Beacon Hills had been strange enough, memories so distant yet still haunting all the same. Seeing Allison alive and well just made it that much stranger. Not that Isaac was complaining, he wouldn’t. She still kicked ass, that hadn’t changed. “Here. The scent goes this way.” It was growing stronger as they pressed onward. Then, Isaac spotted something shimmering along the grass near the reserve. Bending down, his fingers grazed the metallic, crimson blood in the dirt. “This is fresh.” Canting his head upwards, he looked at Allison. “They’re close.” They still didn’t know how many vampires were out there, or what they were really walking into.

[runswithwolvesx]

starter for @silverxwarrior​ based off this!

Things with Allison had taken off quite rapidly, much to the brunette’s surprise. It was odd, wasn’t it? He’d been the reason she’d died, the Nogitsune the culprit. Yet, she’d been resurrected, still by means unknown but Stiles had been working like clockwork to try and find clues as to how she’d returned. So far, he hadn’t found much but the FBI agent had an inkling it had something to do with the nemeton and perhaps, some sort of ritual had taken place. There had been evidence of use of magic near the trunk of the tree, strange symbols burned into the surface of its bark. His bedroom had become a whirlwind of scattered newspaper articles, exerts from library books, pages printed off the internet. The clutter had managed to spill into his living room, stacks of books and disarrayed pages littering the coffee table and the floor near the sofa. Stiles currently wasn’t mulling over the worry of figuring out the puzzle, his rapid heartbeat pumping in his ear drums as his lips lingered near the woman’s. Pushing his lips forward, they captured Allison’s so briefly, it was as if they had hardly touched hers in the first place. This uncharted territory had been exhilarating, blood rushing through his veins at high speed, almost causing a dizzying affect. “We’re supposed to be researching, you know?” Stiles mused, a brief laugh spilling off his peach lips in the close space they shared, his nose brushing Allison’s intentionally. “Don’t make me regret asking you to come over. You promised you’d help.” He had her backed into the wall near the sofa, unwilling to move himself, finding being so close to her intoxicating on all levels. This had been solely kept between the two of them, as their relationship had somehow just blossomed and yet, none of their friends or family knew about it.

[runswithwolvesx]

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Some thing had smashed through the building, leaving scorch marks upon the cracked walls in it’s wake. Mieczyslaw’s fingers traced over the burnt structure, trying to comprehend whatever had done the damage. Whatever it had been, it was huge, having left some sort of crater in the tiling of the floor. Allison was right, there could have been other survivors in the hospital. People were in panic, fleeing the long corridor that led to the elevator. “We need to find Melissa.” Mieczyslaw decided, nodding his head at the huntress. “You go ahead, I’m gonna see if I can find any other clues.” There were scorch marks that looked oddly like footprints and it caught his attention, though faint on the white tile, of course he noticed it. Amber eyes squinted at the trail before Stiles knelt down to examine them closer. If something was in the hospital with them, they needed to make sure Melissa was safe, considering Scott was nowhere to be found. Being a stickler for details, Stiles needed more information so they could figure out what the hell was going on. 

@ofnoblehunt

[runswithwolvesx]

There were moments where Stiles could still feel the darkness consuming his being, electrifying and exhilarating despite the fear it invoked within his core. He felt it the day he’d killed Donovan, the enjoyment he’d gotten from it outweighed the anxiety. There were other moments where the darkness trickled out of Stiles and was more prevalent than the light. There was always a part of Mieczyslaw that would remain questionable, at least, to himself. So when the feeling of being void of all emotions aside from revenge became more apparent within his mind, within his bones, he’d tried his best to ignore it. He wasn’t planning for it to engulf him completely, for the Nogitsune to return to its beloved host. And within moments, Stiles was gone, the malevolent spirit in full control of his every movement, every thought. There was only one person the vengeful spirit was interested in this time. A particular huntress who just wouldn’t stay dead. The lights in the elevator began to flicker due to his presence, hands clasped behind his form neatly, arms tight to his frame. Dark circles occupied the space beneath his eyes, face almost a ghostly pale color. To anyone else, Stiles may have appeared sick but to those in the know, he wasn’t ill; he was possessed. As the elevator dinged and opened, the corridor towards the brunette’s apartment loomed ahead and as he casually strolled forward, the lights continued to flicker with each step of his shoes hitting the floorboards, creating an ominous feeling. Suddenly, the door was opening and he halted in his movements, head tilting to the side. As Allison appeared before him, the male’s brows rose high on his face, lips forming a small ‘O’ shape. “We wouldn’t be going somewhere, would we?” His voice was confident, laced with some curiosity. “Because I’m afraid there’s some unfinished business between the two of us.” In the blink of an eye, the oni appeared around their master, a pleased smirk gracing the Nogitsune’s face.

@silverxwarrior

[thejacksonwhittemore]

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It was weird seeing Allison after so many years had passed. Jackson had heard about what had happened to her, that she’d been killed by the oni. However, he wasn’t entirely up to speed with the effects of her memory loss after being resurrected. Being coaxed into going to a party a few towns over had been less than pleasant but Jackson needed the distraction. Then again, he was leaving early, wasn’t he? The Porsche was rolling slowly along the road, in sync with Allison’s stride. While the window was rolled down, the male offered her a somewhat playful smirk. “You couldn’t possibly say no to riding back home in style, could you? I mean, who else drives a Porsche around these parts? Unless you’d rather hitchhike with some weird truck driver.” The town the party had taken place in had been pretty desolate, the highway empty aside from the casual trucker here and there. “Come on. I promise not to drive too fast.”

@silverxwarrior

[brokenxlahey]

[ cont. from here! ]

Isaac couldn’t remember the last time he’d been alone with Allison in such close quarters. The air around the pair felt stale, almost suffocating the werewolf as he inhaled and exhaled, his chest the only movement of his form while his lips pursed thinly together. Clearing his throat, his cerulean orbs caught a glimpse of the bag she was carrying and he took an instant curiosity to it. “What you got in there?” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to break the ice with some idle chatter. Although, the male wasn’t sure quite what to say, or how to feel since Allison had been resurrected. Every time he ran into her, they kind of had this awkward interaction, where neither of them had confronted the fact that she was alive and well once more. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see her, because he was. He just didn’t know quite how to absorb everything because a lot had changed since he’d returned to Beacon Hills.

@silverxwarrior

[runswithwolvesx]

plotted starter for @badassxqueens !

“Look, Scott, you can’t seriously ask me to skip out on this date.” Stiles knew it was his first real date with a girl. And, despite his best friend being completely obsessed with Allison Argent, the girl had seen something in Stiles. His friend began protesting as Stiles fixed the tie to his neck, undoing it once more before trying again. He was nervous, fidgeting with the material because he genuinely did like Allison himself. “Please, you know this is my first date, alright? How many other girls are going to say yes to someone like me?” He waved at his frame before turning on his heel to brush by his best friend, grasping hold of the jacket to complete his outfit. Shrugging it on, he smoothed out the front of it. “Scott, it’s one dinner, okay? One. Just... let me have this.” It wasn’t his fault that Scott had puppy eyes for the girl and that Allison had actually turned him down flat. “I’ll be back later.” Grasping his keys for the Jeep, he patted his friend on the shoulder in a friendly manner, lips pressed thinly. Exiting the Stilinski household, he climbed into Roscoe and made haste for the Argent home.