(Two Year Ago,)
"Please let me go. I'll do anything just let me go," said Allison. She didn't know where she was. What she did know was who had taken her. It was Kate, "I need you to come with me. I can't let you go."
Kate took Allison's hands which were tied behind her back with handcuffs. She took her to an abandoned building and locked her in a closet.
A few minutes later Allison hears a loud noise followed by screaming. She finds her way to the closet door. She remembered what her dad taught her. She stood up and looked around for something she could use to unlock the handcuffs. She found a small paper clip. She backed up against the shelf it was on and grabbed it. She then fiddled with it till she felt it was ready to use. She put the paper clip into the handcuffs and broke them off. Then she left the closet and tried heading out the building but something caught her eye. She stood with her back against the slate wall and peeked through the wide stone archway. There were two people lying on the floor bloody and badly beaten. She looked around making sure no one was there. She went into the room slowly to get a better look at the bodies. She got closer and discovered claw marks. This would explain how she came back but was she a werewolf?
She runs out of the building looking around to see what's around so she can remember to be able to tell someone where to find the bodies. She then runs till she finds a phone. She calls 911.
'Ring, Ring, Ring.' "Hello, Sheriff's Station this is FBI Agent McCall what's the emergency?"
Allison thought for a second. What was she going to tell them; that her dead aunt came back as a supernatural creature and is killing people? "Hello. Is this a prank?" She heard on the other line. Crap, she had to think fast, then it hit her. "No. Sorry I just didn't know what to say," Allison answered the Agent. "You sound familiar. Can you tell me your name ma'am?" he asked her. "Ye-ah," she took a panted breath. "My name is Allison. Allison Argent. I'm a friend of your son's." He could hear her panicking. "Okay, Allison first I need you to calm down, so take a deep breath." He could hear her do what he told her to. "Okay, now tell me what happened". "Someone beat up two people and left them for dead," she said. "Can you give me your location?" asked Agent McCall. She gave him her location and the location of the bodies.
Agent McCall and the sheriff's deputies got to the scene.
Allison knew what she needed to do. She felt more threatened than she had ever before. Well except when her dad was almost sacrificed.
She had to leave. But who could she without raising suspicion? At that moment, it hit her she was going to get herself killed. Well, at least to their knowledge. Believe her, she didn't want, to but this was the only way.
"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay," Allison Said. "It's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love. I love you. Scott. Scott McCall," Scott, trying to talk through his intense crying, "Don't, please, don't. Allison don't, please." "You have to tell my dad, you have to tell my dad. Tell him," she said stuttering, and those were the last words she said to him. "No!" Scott cried out, and with that Allison closed her eyes.
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(Three Months Later)
"Here you go, that will be twenty pounds," said Allison with a poorly done British accent as she handed the lady at the counter her bags in exchange for her change. Allison was in London working at a small-town grocery store. She'd been there ever since she left Beacon Hills and she tried to pick up an accent to fit in. She looks up at the lady. "Have a great day ma'am," the woman left and Allison turned to the register to put the money in. "Allison?" said a voice from a close distance. She looked around and couldn't see anyone so she turned back to the register and started arranging some items on the self behind her. "Allison?" the voice said again this time it was closer. "Is that you?" Wait, she knew that voice. She turned around and saw him. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she whispers, this time without an accent. "Um… I live here," the guy replied. That's right, she forgot, though London is a huge city. No one would have thought they'd run into each other.
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