Allison noticed Scott’s reaction before she knew what had triggered it. She saw him stiffen slightly in posture and step slightly in front of her, his grip on her hand going from a gentle squeeze to almost tense. Allison’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly and her gaze shifted to where she Scott looking. That was when she realized that Peter Vincent was standing right in front of them. Her smile faded in an instant. She reminded herself that he was a human being, someone who wasn’t physically capable of what he’d done to her as a vampire, but it didn’t do much good. Allison clammed up a bit, her jaw dropping open just slightly. His presence had her so stunned that she couldn’t even manage to mentally scold herself for not being tougher.
Though it seemed like an eternity had passed, it was only seconds. Allison opened her mouth to speak, but could only manage something that came out that was near a whisper. “Hi, Peter.” It was meek, and by now she did have the focus to scold herself for coming across as being small and scared. She stood up a little taller, self-consciously patting the gauze bandage on her neck with her free hand without much thought. It was as if seeing him had reminded her that it was there, not that she needed a reminder.
Thanks to Kol’s intervention, Allison’s nights were nightmare-free. In her waking hours, though, she still had the occasional flashback. She could see all of the grisly details - Her struggle, his almost deformed looking mouth laced with sharp teeth... Seeing Peter standing there, although human, did nothing to suppress those memories. Most of her effort, now, was directed towards looking casual and okay and not at all scared. It wasn’t working so well.