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The way you move it rings a bell The way you stare it casts a spell As if you knew me well Must have been a reason for this feeling Because it rings a bell Could swear that we’ve been here before ‘Cause in your arms I feel so sure
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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.
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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.
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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.”
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IT’S DIFFICULT FOR HER TO HIDE HER SHOCK. Fingers soon clasped behind her back to stop herself from bouncing on her heels, as she often tends to do. “ That’s... I wouldn’t even know where to begin.. ”
Tragedy seemed to follow Jackson wherever he went, no matter how fast he ran from it.
In the last twenty four hours, he had packed up the rest of his life into four suitcases, a Nike duffel bag and a matching black backpack. The place he used to call home was now an empty white box growing exponentially smaller in the rear window of the car. Jackson had to turn and look away. Everything he had, his parents, his house, his life—it was gone.
As his forehead rests against the cool window, a single tear falls from his eye. Luckily, he’s sitting in the back of Chris Argent’s SUV, so the older man can’t see him crying and take pity on him. Not that he expects Chris Argent to pat his back or bake him cookies or anything but still—he felt shitty enough without the pity party.
Chris Argent—who tells Jackson to just call him Chris—helps him bring his bags into his new room. It’s smaller than his old one, but not by much surprisingly. The Argent’s had a pretty big house which made Jackson think that they were packing some serious cash. Chris tells him to go ahead and make himself as comfortable as he can. Jackson is grateful that he doesn’t say “make yourself at home” because as appreciative that he is that the Argents would take him in, this place would never be home to him. He’d always be the outsider.
It was fine though. Once he hit eighteen in couple of months, he could take his Porsche, take his birth parents’ insurance settlement money and move far away from this town plagued with misfortune.
Before Chris pulls the door halfway closed, he lets Jackson know that dinner will be ready at six and that his daughter Allison will be home sometime around four-thirty. The words are a garbled mess in his brain, but he gets the gist of them. He nods. Once he’s sure Chris is downstairs, the dam breaks. He sits on the edge of his new bed, silent, hot, angry tears streaming down his lightly freckled cheeks.
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Jokes weren’t really Meredith’s style, especially not when she was out hunting. It was something she took incredibly seriously, despite being a rather serious person in most situations. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she tightened her hold on her ring-daggers; listening attentively to the nature around her. No steps could be heard, but she still managed to feel a lingering presence, almost as if they were being watched. ❝ You’re sure that Isaac didn’t follow you when you went out? ❞ She knew that he had a habit of just popping up out of nowhere, especially around the Argents. It sounded like he had some borderline stalker tendencies.
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“eventually i’ll learn not to tap myself out like that, but tonight is not the night for that apparently.” he slumps down against the wall that’s been holding him up, eyes closing as his head tips back. a sigh slips through cracked pink lips, and it takes stiles a few moments too long to peek one eye open enough to look at her. “you didn’t get hurt, right?”
