Title: all in a twilight, you and I alike
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Browning
Warnings: mentions of death/murder/violence; grief
Pairings: Chris/Victoria Argent
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Prompt: Placebo's 'Something Rotten'
Kate sits in Allison's room, fists clenched. Chris is destroying his office; Victoria is in the basement inventorying guns.
Dad's on the way, Dad and an army of hunters.
There's something in Beacon Hills. Whatever it is killed Laura Hale. All of Kate's allies from the fire are missing, though only Kate presumes them dead. Without evidence, the cops don't think men are killed when they wander away, and whatever is lurking has left no evidence.
Except for a footprint on the front step, the morning Allison's body was found.
A wolf's footprint, on the front step of the Argent house.
Kate holds a hand to mouth to stifle her sob.
Derek Hale is back in Beacon Hills, but Kate hasn't been able to catch him. Peter Hale is a vegetable at a long-term care clinic and any move made on him will catch attention.
Dad's on the way, ready for war, and Kate knows that she should have made sure all of the Hales died in the fire. Should have hunted down the two who got away. Should have executed Peter in the woods instead of letting the firemen find him.
Should have. And now Allison is dead, and Kate's the only one left with ash on her hands.
(Dad.)
Chris is shouting. Victoria hasn't made a sound.
It's Kate's fault that Allison died, torn apart by a monster.
It's Kate's fault, but she's going to kill every werewolf in the world until she's satisfied or she dies.