InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "mow!"

Allison knew it was bound to happen eventuall. She knew she and her friends were in over their heads. They'd gotten lucky so far, really lucky, because as much as she was a trained hunter and as much as most of her friends had their supernatural abilities, they were all just teenagers. They were kids, who should be worrying about parties and prom dates, not everything that went bump in the night. Not all this life and death stuff.

But Allison had made a vow. Nous protègons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protèger eux-měmes. She'd promised to be more than just a regular teenager and right now, her best friend was in danger. They had to save Lydia. Nothing else mattered.

Allison was still smirking at what she personally felt had been a really great shot when she felt it. That sharp agony in her gut just before she fell and then there was just... nothing. She knew in that moment as the pain faded that this was it. No more getting lucky. Scott were there in an instant and she found herself looking up at him, telling him it was okay. She was going to die in the arms of her first love and that was [...] well, maybe it wasn't really okay, but she was at peace with it in that moment.

Allison closed her eyes for a moment as her strength seeped away from her, but they fluttered open a moment later, expecting to still find Scott looking down on her. Instead, what she found was he and her friends were gone and she was lying somewhere she didn't immediately recognize. Maybe she would have under other circumstances, but Allison was quickly approaching a point where she couldn't hold on to a coherent thought.