Allison. (sharpshooting) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-10 19:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, fred burkle |
Who: Allison and Fred
What: Haunted
When: Tonight
Where: Out stalking Kol like a crazy person
Warnings: idk probably not
Allison found herself slowly adapting to life postmortem. Her parents had accidentally also engrained adaptability in their only daughter. Moving around constantly from school to school for her father's "arms dealer" business hadn't lent itself to any kind of consistency in her life. Allison had no attachment to Beacon Hills the way others did. She became a killer in Beacon Hills and there wasn't a lot of room for sentimentality there. Everett was more home than Beacon Hills had been. This was the longest amount of time she had ever spent in one place and she had no places of moving on anytime soon. This place was home. And Allison had hobbies.
Hobbies obsessions. It was just a matter of perception really, Allison thought as she lined up her shot. She was in the woods, up in a tree with the sniper rifle over her left shoulder. Sadly Klaus was also in the frame of her scope. One original vampire was tough, two at once would be impossible. When Allison made her move Kol was going to be alone and hopefully scared.
His freak out on the network was puzzling but also revealing. Now everyone knew what had been wrong with Allison for the past few months, ever since the snow storm. He had taken her mind from her and that was why she had been acting so strangely. If there was a plan to make a move against him, Allison wasn't aware of it. And she was glad for it because she wanted this tasty bit of revenge all for herself. Why put her training to waste when she could just turn it around on the teacher?
Kate Argent had taught her how to be strong, Gerard Argent had taught her how to be ruthless, Chris Argent had taught her how to be responsible, Victoria Argent had taught her how to be a leader and Kol Mikaelson had taught her how to be a hunter. Her mind was her own again and she was fully connected to Scott and Stiles in a way that she had never felt connected to anyone before. It was like that sliver of darkness in all of them didn't just call to the supernaturals, it called to one another. It didn't stop the killer inside. She had killed a lot of werewolves during their adventures together. Kol seemed to not care for them and Allison was a werewolf hunter by blood.
But Allison had a code that she lived by. We hunt those who hunt us. Most of those werewolves didn't meet the code and breaking the code was something that Allison had sworn she would never do. Not after watching Gerard and Kate go off the deep end. There was more bloodlust in the two of them than Allison had ever seen in Scott. She was filled with guilt that Kol couldn't feel and so she would find a way to make him feel something else, something equally unpleasant.
Just not tonight. Tonight he had company and attacking him in his own home was dangerous with the other originals lurking around so closely. She still needed one last thing before she attacked him anyway and she was debating her options on how to get her hands on the vervain.
She took her sniper apart and climbed down from the tree quietly. With her black hood pulled up over her head she disappeared back into the woods holding the case with the rifle in it and an ax in her other hand. As she approached the fence she noticed a woman standing near it. She recognized her from the network.
"So I see ghosts now. That's new."