Allison. (sharpshooting) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-02-15 13:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, scott mccall |
Who: Allison and Scott
What: Scott finally gives Allison the ring he picked out months ago with Isaac
When: Tonight
Where: The Prison
Warnings: For once, NONE
Allison had been training every day. She took every single class she could get her hands on and then loaded up on training with her father and with Scott. She wasn't one to start throwing threats around on the network like some others did. Allison's revenge would be subtle but poignant. He wouldn't see it coming. Kol's attention span was short and that meant that she was probably already forgotten her. That was okay, that was good even. This way he would never see her coming at him. Allison didn't believe in true immortality. Everything could be killed somehow, you just had to find the right approach. The prison had tried but they hadn't tried hard enough with his siblings.
The training helped take her mind off of her many troubles. Kate was still out there in the wilderness somewhere. Allison couldn't help but think of Isaac and how she had caught him dangling from a trap that looked suspiciously like an Argent trap. She knew that she hadn't set the trap and she knew that her father hadn't. That left only other Argent in the near vicinity. Allison hadn't heard from Kate but that didn't mean she wasn't around. She knew her father went out looking for her even if he didn't tell her. She was willing to bet that Chris Argent wasn't the only one hunting Kate either.
Kate wasn't the only problem. What about the bloody footprints that had lead her to Isaac? Had she simply imagined them? Maybe she just wasn't getting enough sleep. It was difficult to tell because Allison hadn't felt like herself in such a long time. It had been almost a year now since she had stumbled into Kol's cabin in the woods. He had taken her mind from her, had brainwashed her and not just when she was with him. He had rewired her brain to have a Pavlovian response to certain words and actions. Dying just a day after her twentieth birthday had broken the compulsion but it had also had it's own effect on her.
She was adjusting to the person she was becoming and deciding whether she liked that person or not. She knew that person was dangerous, deadly even if she wanted to be. She knew she had a fine line to walk between what was right and what was wrong. She also knew that when she started to fall back into the darkness she would always have Scott and her friends to pull her back into the light. All she had to do was trust them. She had the power all along to choose to be alone or part of the pack. She just had to open herself up to the light instead of trying to hide in the shadows. She realized she might always walk that fine line and it was something she would just have to get used to. She had the feeling her dad might be able to help with that.
Stretched out on her bunk she waited for Scott to come in. Nobody knew it yet but they were plotting quietly, planning secretly. They were going to escape for a little while and they were going to do something good while they were at it. They were going to protect all of Everett from Kol. He wouldn't ever hurt anyone ever again.
She must have dozed off because when she opened her eyes again Scott was crouched down in front of her.
"Hey." She reached out and threaded her fingers through his. "How long have you been here?"
"I just got here. I didn't want to wake you up."
"I'm glad you did." She propped herself up on her side to make room for him next to her. She expected him to make himself comfortable next to her. Instead she found herself staring at him as he fumbled around in his jacket pocket until he pulled out what looked like a ring box to her. But it couldn't possibly be a ring box because ring boxes typically had rings in them.
"Allison..." he started as he popped open the box so she could see the diamond inside. "I got this for you."
"Oh." She was struck silent for a moment, unsure of how to react or what to say. "Is this... Are you proposing?"
"No!" he exclaimed. "I mean, yes. Maybe. I don't know. Would you say yes if I was?"
Allison furrowed her brow. "Um. We're just so young, you know?" She wasn't really taking into account that the mortality rate had plummeted during the outbreak. She was twenty and he was nineteen. They weren't that young anymore, more like middle aged- if they were lucky.
"No. I know. We're really young."
"We don't know what we're doing."
"Yeah, totally." He nodded in agreement with her.
She reached out and took the box out of his hands before slipping the ring on her finger. "Everything is so uncertain. We don't even know if we're going to be alive tomorrow. We might never get married."
"We will." Scott grinned.
"How do you know?"
"Fate."
"There's no such thing as fate," Allison said.
"There's no such thing as werewolves." Scott said.
She smiled at the echo of the past. She had broken up with him because she needed to figure her life out and he was okay with it. He said he was okay with it because he knew they would end up together because of "fate". Allison didn't believe in fate and yet here they were, just like Scott said. Maybe fate was real.
Reaching out she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into bed with her. She kissed him hard and smiled at him before she held her hand up so the light reflected off the ring on her finger.
Her dad was going to kill her.