Author's Note
Just a quick heads up before you read on
1. Some of the spelling might be different from what you're used to (due to the fact that I'm aussie)
2. In this story, Allison didn't die after the events of season 3
3. This is my first fanfiction so any constructive criticism would be much appreciated
Thanks yo :3
"Dad?" Allison Argent asked in a hushed tone. She took slow, cautious steps as wondered through the apartment with her crossbow locked and ready. The cool midnight chilled her to the bone as she stood in her pajamas. Allison entered the dim hallway, lit only by the gloom of the moon. She crept through the apartment so quietly that only her ragged breathing could be heard,
"Dad, you there?" she called out to the darkness. A minute passed and Allison knew that there was something wrong. Immediately, her hunter instincts kicked in. She steadied her crossbow into firing position, ready to release at a moments notice. The huntress strengthened her guard and prepared herself for the worst. As she made her way to the main room, a sudden shift in the darkness caused her to whip her head around. Through the blackness of the night, Allison could make out a silhouette concealed within the shadows of the hallway.
Without hesitation Allison focused her weapon at the head of the intruder, her finger resting on the trigger,
"Make a move and you're dead," she threatened. The man made no movements, made no sound. He only stood there in the darkness,
"Who are you?" Allison barked as she raised her voice to cover the fear that was welling up inside her. Whoever this was was obviously not her father, but what worried her most was that whoever or what ever this was did not feel threatened by the potential arrow through his brain,
"I'm not going to ask again." The air was eerily still as neither Allison nor the mysterious figure made a move. She stared at the silhouette and the silhouette stared back at her,
"This is getting ridiculous," she said impatiently. She took a step forward but before she could throw another threat at the invader, an eruption of light blinded her. Allison yelped in pain and quickly covered her. The ebony-black crossbow rattled on the floor beside her as she dropped to her knees.
She was defenseless, helpless. Allison had no way to protect herself from the impending danger. There was no way she could possibly use her crossbow if she could barely even open her eyes. No, she thought, I'm not done yet. Allison put all her concentration into her other four senses. Now calm and focused, Allison could sense multiple footsteps coming closer and closer. Her palm was stretched out across the wooden floor, feeling every vibration that ripple through. Suddenly she caught a familiar scent. It smelled of mint and citrus, almost pleasant. However, growing up in a werewolf-hunting environment, Allison knew exactly what it was and almost immediately did the sweet smell turn into one like death,
"Wolfsbane," Allison whispered. This was bad, catastrophically bad, she panicked. Allison was surrounded by a group of hunters.