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Missing.
Isaac Point of view.
When we make it back to hers I can smell fear before we even reach the house. Allison is a little distant when I get out of the car. She sways ahead of me into the house, not waiting for me. I smile at little. This is her nature. After displaying so much emotion to me she must find it hard to act normally around me for a while. But what is normal anymore. What is normal when we're constantly in fear for our lives.
I stop in the front doorway, watching her enter the kitchen down at the end of the hallway. She goes for Stiles first as she always has when she's upset. I envy their relationship. She's always been closest with Stiles.
I breathe in as a gentle breeze blows past. I miss Erica. I miss Boyd. I breathe them out again. I know better than to dwell on the past. But a certain anger stays inside me as I enter the house.
Dishes pile up in the sink, unwashed. Duvets and quilts hide the hardward floor in the sitting room. Stiles makes Allison laugh by the patio doors. I notice Scott standing huddled around numerous pieces of paper scattered across the marble counter top out of the corner of my eye. He's arguing frantically with Chris. He doesn't acknowledge my presence even though I know he knows I'm here. It's only him and Chris though. I turn around slightly, eyeing the rest of the room for Derek. I find him in the sitting room, elbows on his knees, eyes on the ground.
The feeling comes quickly and it's diluting into my bloodstream before I can stop it. I sense the heat prick at the back of my neck. I crack my knuckles and then I'm on him. What happens is blurry and when Allison asks later I can't particularly recall what happened. Only that I saw Erica and Boyd before I saw red.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I scream, the noise rippling up my oesophgus . Derek continues to stare at the ground not acknowledging my presence. He sighs.
"I'll tell you what you're doing. You're doing nothing! Just like you did when Erica and Boyd died. You're just going to sit back and watch just like you always do. How about a plot twist, huh? Derek actually wins a fight for once. Fuck!"
The next is a blur and when the play button is finally pressed again, I'm in the woods about a mile outside Allison's house. The sound of her screams follow me all the way from the house. By the volume of them, I guess she's probably standing up on the bench at the back of the yard, yelling into the woods.
I fall back into the undergrowth, clutching at my hair. Anger boils in me again and I try to rid it from my system with a long, hoarse howl. A singular howl. I am alone in these woods. A Lone wolf.
I drag myself over to a nearby tree thunk and lay my weight against it. I think back to the first day of this life. The day Derek bit me at the graveyard. The fuzziness and confusion in my head as he explained everything to me was wiped clean away when he explained howling. A wolf howls when they're lost, to signal their position to other packs nearby. A lone wolf howls. When the thought sprung into my mind a wave of peace that I hadn't felt since i was 5 years old, washing over me. I could run away. Be that lone wolf. I could get away from the life I had before. The life with my father. I could run.
The memory in my mind connects with the current situation I'm in. Realization sets in. In these woods, where there's no one else around but the owls in the trees I realize I could run. I could run, right now. I could leave all of this like I planned to before and never come back. But as the thoughts rumble on the surface, underneath there's a pull from my navel, towards my back. Back to the Argent house. Back to the girl, most likely pacing her bedroom floor. Back to Allison, and I know I can't leave. Not without her.
When the house comes back into view, the back door is left open. I smile. Climbing over the back fence I take in the position of the sun in the sky. It's not long until it sets and the moon rises. I swallow. I push away the thoughts trying to enter my head.
Entering the kitchen is a little awkward as I notice everyone's heartbeat speed up a little.
"Well now that Isaac's back from his hissy fit maybe we can actually try come up with a plan? Cause in case you guys haven't noticed. It's starting to darken out there! The full moon will be up soon and then all shit will break loose!" Stiles exclaims, slamming the fridge. I glare at stiles who raises his hands in defense. Before I can say anything in retaliation Allison crosses the room and takes my hand, pulling me into the hallway, closing the kitchen door behind me.
The second the door clicks shut she turns frantic.
"What were you thinking, you absolute idiot!" She pushes my chest hard and I stumble back.
"Going out into the woods by yourself! What if they had been in the surrounding forestry just waiting for one of us to split up. How could you have been so stupid charging out of here by yourself!" She pushes again and I let her. I can smell the fear perspiring out of her. She needs to get it out so I let her push and push all she wants until she falls against me in the heap. I want to move outside so Scott can't hear us but Allison falls in a heap on the ground, dragging me with her. Again, like before, I pull her small frame close to mine. I tuck her head under my chin as her body shakes. In the other room I hear Scott's heart beat speed up. A hard, solid lump forms in my throat and the guilt in my chest expands.
Allison mumbles into my chest, repeating my name over and over again. I kiss her forehead, rocking her back and fourth. I know what she's feeling. This could be it. The last couple of hours. Our last couple of hours together. It's hard to think that there's people coming in a couple of hours to try and take this girl in my arms, away from me.
Now that it's the end, I can't help but go back to the beginning. The first time I saw her. The first time i kiss her. The first time she kissed me. Her heartbeat. Constant. A metronome in which I used numerous times to steady my own heartbeat against. The things I have done for this girl and the things she has done for me. Everything between us flashes before my eyes like a slideshow. I want to cry but I think I've cried out all my tears between the ages of 5 and 16.
"Isaac, what if something happens?" she whispers into my chest, I brush my thumb over her cheek. Her skin is so smooth and delicate.
"Allison, I won't let anything happen to you! Okay? No one is going to get through all of us. You'll be safe okay. No matter what happens. Come on, sshhh" I say, lifting her head from under my neck and picking her up. She reaches up and wraps her arms around my shoulders so tightly I think she might break me. I kiss her neck and wrap my arms around her waist in the response she's waiting for.
"It's not wrong or weak to be afraid, Allison! Everyone gets scared sometimes. Being afraid doesn't make you less of a person," I whisper comfortingly into her hairline. She tightens her grip on me. I feel her heartbeat start to thump against my chest; her breathing become irregular.
"Sssh, Ally, sssh. It's just another night and we'll get through it together. All of us. You, Me, Derek, Chris, Stiles, and…Scott. All of us, like always. We won't let anybody touch you. You're safe here with us," I cradle her delicate face in my hands, sliding my thumb up and down her cheeks in a soothing motion, trying to brush away the tears before they fall. Her eyes are swollen and there is a slight tint of red to her puffy face. The air smells of her tears and the perspiration gathering at the back of her neck.
"Isaac, i'm so mad it scares me," she whispers so low I wonder if she's actually spoken. I scan her face to see. She's looking up at me expectantly, conforming my suspicion.
"I'm so mad I think I could kill someone. Really kill someone," she murmurs into my neck, moving closer to me again. I process what she's saying in my head and try to think of an appropriate response. One she needs.
"If someone is trying to kill you, I highly doubt wanting to kill them instead is an unnatural emotion Allison. In fact, it will more than likely come to that tonight. Chris said this has been going on for too long over the years and he thinks murder is the only option left."
"It's hard to imagine my father saying that. That murder is the only option."Allison takes my hand, lifting it up into her view and tracing lines on my palm with her index finger as she speaks.
"I can take care of myself. Everyone knows that. I could take them all on myself, I'm sure. But that part of me is a state of mind. An alter ego. Allison plus one, if you like. It can be sometimes hard to call upon her all the time. To try and be her. It's like when you're playing a video game and your life bar is flashing red. I don't know how much life is left in that part of me. All of this chaos has been going on too long Isaac. Kate, Mam, Erica, Boyd, I've lost Scott, Lydia is fading everyday and my father is a pretense of strength and leadership. He is a hallow egg shell that's cracking everyday." Allison steps back from me, faltering a bit with the weight of her words. I empathize with her. I'm there with her suddenly, in her shoes as she tries desperately to be this strong person that she wants to be and everyone expects her to be. I feel the fear she feels. The fear of whats to come, alongside the fear of failure. The weight she feels is heavily deposited on my shoulders too. I'll help you carry it.
I grab her wrist and pull her behind me, out the front door and out of hearing range from the wolfs inside.
"What are you doing?" she asks, pulling her arm back when we reach the outside wall. I turn to her, taking her all in. The words in my head drop to my stomach and get stuck in my throat on the way up. I stand stupidly in front of her for a minute, not speaking. Just staring at her, willingly the words to come up. Emotion is hard to display. She smiles and I know she knows that.
"Isaac, whats wrong, take your time," she puts her hand on my face. It cups my cheek and some of my fear and anxiety drains away.
"I can take you away from all of this," I say, voice low, eyes on her brown ones. She blinks and her eyebrows knit together.
"After this ends. We can leave all of this and just go. We can't go before or they'll follow us. We need to end this and then you and I can go away somewhere safe. Where non of this exists. Allison I will make it go away." I put my hand over her heart as another tear runs down her cheek.
"I'll make the pain go away. I'll take you to a place where you don't need to be that strong person all the time. I'll take you to a place where you can just be whatever person you want to be Allison," I commit, moving my lips so close to hers I can feel her jagged breath against my lips. Her breath is sweet. Her perfume even sweeter and it clears all the clutter in the head. Her expression is that of a confused child. She looks lost and afraid.
"Isaac, I-" I stop her, capturing her mouth in mine. I pull on her lips so roughly with mine, trying to pull the fear out of her. Her mouth is dry and so is mine, exhausted from words. But I don't stop kissing her and she doesn't stop pulling on my t shirt. I grip the back of her neck, leaning her against the wall for support. I kiss her more softly then. Each time I pull slightly away to move my mouth into a new kiss she's hesitant to let me pull back even the slightest. Instead she follows my movement back. So much until we're barely moving but our lips stay locked together until her tears break us apart. She's breathing heavily, both from the kiss and the tears. She tries to pull away from me but I hold her still in my arms, blocking her view from anything but me. She has no choice but to look me in the eyes. I stare into her eyes, falling deeper into them. She continues to try and push away from me. Fear of everything rising in her again. Fear of what I've asked. Fear of the unknown. I bring my lips down to her ear.
"I'll take you to a place where our children will be safe." I feel her heartbeat skip and her full weight in my arms.
I catch her before she falls.
We flake Chris in the kitchen. He's drawn sketches of each of the werewolves and they're highly accurate. Two more though then were at Derek's and that worries us a little. Allison stand opposite Chris, by the window. Avoiding my gaze. Her heartbeat is crazy and erratic and it hurts to listen to it.
Scott scowls at me from across the room too. He's all too used to Allison moods. He must know sometimes up. I turn to direct my attention to the fridge to see Stiles shaking his head at me.
"Don't you have some sarcastic comments to be thinking up!" I growl at him.
"Oh I've got plenty already for you!" He answers back with a smirk.
"You two! Cut it out and come here," Chris demands. I reluctantly move closer towards the sheets scattered on the plan.
"This is her. Delilah. She's the one leading this whole thing. She's the one who's been following me for years. But when they come, You can guarantee she'll be in the background watching you fight with the betas and omegas. She'll be watching. Taking you all in and looking for your weaknesses before she makes her move. She's like that, shes cunning and smart. Don't underestimate her. If you can, try and take her down first. Because without her the foundations fall apart. And without a good foundation they don't stand a chance. At all cost. Don't let them anywhere near Allison. Make sure she is-"
I feel the vibrations of the bang before the noise actually comes. Scott, Derek and I clutch our ears. There's a loud shaking bang followed by another glass shattering sound. Then there's nothing. Chris's head whips around. We all huddle together then. Derek in front of Stiles and Scott and I flake Allison. Chris runs for the bottom draw, pulling out his gun. Derek moves next to Chris then.
I leave Allison in the kitchen with Scott as Derek, Chris and I take the stairs in our stride. We're met with shattered glass when we barely reach the top.
"It's coming from my study," Chris says, motioning for Derek to go ahead. The heat builds inside me. I see the hair grow out of Derek's face and know I'm already there. My thoughts are fleeting as we enter the study. I can smell the stainless steel in Chris's gun, wavering just behind me. Derek enters the room first, I stare at his shoulders as he turns from side to side. Then suddenly he stands up straight almost relaxing. When he turns to meet my eyes he's back to human again.
"There's no one here," he announces confusedly.
"Are you sure?" Chris questions. I feel Scott, Stiles and Allison's presence behind me.
"I can't smell anyone anymore. Someone was here. Not a scent I recognize. But it's gone now," Derek says.
"I can't smell it anymore either. It's definitely gone." Scott calls from behind me.
"So what happened?" Allison asks, brushing past me and taking the study in. The window is broken in, explaining the curtains flutter in the autumn breeze blowing in the open window. Draws are open and shelves have been pulled out and thrown across the floor. Allison steps over them, picking some up and examining them.
"They were looking for something," I say.
"By the looks of the place I think they might have found it!" Derek suggests.
"But what?" Allison asks, turning towards her dad expectantly.
"What were they looking for?"
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