Allison. (sharpshooting) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2012-12-04 11:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, isaac lahey |
Who: Allison and Isaac
What: Clearing the air
When: Now
Warnings: Unlikely unless Isaac decides to get wolfy on her ass
All of the tension in the prison was giving Allison flashbacks to her own troubles. She had come so far in the last year or so. She had mourned her mother's death, she had mourned what was probably her father's death (even though if anyone could survive zombies it was Chris Argent). She had calmed herself and realized that Derek had reacted to save Scott, even if her mother was the cannon fodder who had gotten in the way. It took a long time but Allison had forgive Derek for biting her mother. She had finally accepted that the choice to die had been her mother's. She could have lived as a werewolf just like Scott, Erica and Derek did but instead she chose to die. Derek couldn't be held responsible for that.
But the ugliness, the prejudice and the us against them mentality that was clouding the judgment of everyone in the prison reminded her of her own clouded judgment. She had blamed Derek. She hadn't been able to think past the death of her mother. And somehow that had gotten all mixed up with her grief over her aunt. It was difficult to mourn someone who as you later found out wasn't such a good person. Kate had hurt a lot of people and she'd taken pleasure in it, in hunting the werewolves, in hurting them. But to Allison, Kate had always been the one constant in her life, the aunt who was more like a sister. The one person in the family who treated her like an adult rather than a scared little girl who needed to be protected.
There was a fine line to walk when it came to the supernaturals. Allison was in love with Scott, that could never be denied. She didn't care that he was a werewolf, she wouldn't care if he was a purple spotted vampire leopard with six legs. She loved him and it was the kind of epic love that would never die. She knew that others didn't believe in it. She was a teenager, what could she possibly know about love? But Allison did know about love, she knew about a feeling that transcended all others. And because of Scott, she was able to accept her mother's death and even Kate's.
But that didn't mean she discounted all of the supernaturals as harmless. She knew Erica and Isaac hated her and for good reason. She had hunted them, tortured them, done terrible things to them. But she also clearly remembered their plot to kill Lydia, her best friend when they had thought she was the kanima. They were imperfect creatures, just as she was. Filled with flaws and dangerous as hell. But Allison was an eighteen year old girl and every bit as dangerous as the supernaturals. She could fool the likes of Merle and his supporters. She looked innocent, sweet even and wouldn't set off any warning bells. She wasn't a supernatural. But Allison had been taught to fight by a family full of werewolf hunters. She was as dangerous as any supernatural, a wolf in sheep's clothing. So she stayed silent as the prison raged on in chaos around her.
She had finished with bow and arrow lessons for the day and Scott was out on a raid so she stopped by the cafeteria to get something to eat. With a bowl of stale cornflakes in hand she scanned the cafeteria crowd with her dark eyes and finally settled on Isaac. There were plenty of people to sit with and yet she kept coming back to him. She had made good with Derek. She was too nervous about approaching the pregnant werewolf but Isaac... he was sweet and different than the rest.
She stopped in front of his table and gave him a nervous smile.
"Can I join you?" she asked, fully expecting him to say no.