[3-17-11 3:23 a.m.]
Hey there, it's Allison. I can't take your call right now but leave me a message after the – beep
"Allison" Her name comes out in short, gasping breaths and Scott's hands tremble as he holds the phone to his ear. A lump forms in his throat at the sound of her voice – so full of warmth and life.
"I'm sorry," he chokes out, eyes burning with unshed tears. "I couldn't save you – I'm so sorry." A heart-wrenching sob is ripped from his throat and he struggles to keep his breathing under control. He can still feel the ghost of her body in his arms, her warm blood spreading from her shirt to his jeans and the sound of her heartbeat slowing echoes in his ears.
"I should have done something – anything." His werewolf nose picks up the salty scent from tears he hadn't realised had fallen and he blinks them back, letting rivulets of salt-water cling to his eyelashes. "It's just…it all happened so fast." He hates that he repeats the words that Chris fed to him. Her death felt like an eternity where he had no choice but to watch.
He felt her death. He listened to her quickly shortening breaths and unsteady heartbeat. He saw the light fade from her beautiful eyes and watched her hand fall limp from his face. Everything had been happening in a whirlwind - he had been aware of everything that was happening but was unable to do anything but beg Death not to take her.
His chest rises and falls as he composes himself. "They - They're saying it was a robbery," he starts, voice still shaky but less so now, "Chris told us what to say. We couldn't tell them what really happened."
At this he lets out a bitter laugh, a sound rarely heard from Scott McCall. "No one's going to know the truth. They're all going to think that it was an accident – they won't realise that you saved us, that you sacri-" beep
[3-17-11 3:26 a.m.]
Hey there, it's Allison. I can't take your call right now but leave me a message after the – beep
When he's cut off, he fumbles for the phone again and redials, letting her voice calm him down. Scott knows that this is ridiculous; he's talking to a dead girl. She was the first girl he's ever loved. It doesn't matter what he says because no one will hear it.
But her voicemail – apart from her friends and family, it was the last living part of her that she had left behind. All he wanted to do was wake up from this nightmare in Allison's arms as he had done so many times before. Before, he was always the one to leave first.
"I'm sorry," he starts after the tone, his voice defeated, and "it's just not fair that you saved us and the rest of the town won't know Allison, you're a hero." He pauses for a moment, "I love you Allison Argent." He opens his mouth, ready to ramble on about how much he loved her - similar to the very first time he had told her - but stops himself. There was no way he would be able to talk without breaking down. Fingers trembling, he presses down on the red 'end call' button.
He had a fox to catch.
Hey everyone! My brain has been bursting with ideas and now that exams are over I'll definitely have more time to write. Yay! Hope all the feels hit you right there and be ready to see more voicemails because I honestly think Scott calling Allison throughout the series would be so cute
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