Allison is in the woods.
At least she thinks so.
Glancing at the landscape, she sees the brightness of the full moon up above. Smiling, she wonders how so many people can miss out on something so amazing.
Click.
She hears and already knows who is coming before they even appear.
"You know, you should probably find a better way to enter my dreams. The whole horror movie click thing is so played out." Allison says to her doppelganger.
Pulling a mock shocked expression, Dark Allison twists her lips up into a genuine smile. "I'm sorry. Would you rather I call your name eerily or just simply appear? Perhaps, I could do both and scare the crap out of your subconscious." She finishes as if she were plotting to do that the next time they meet.
Allison is simply amused. It was nice to see the other Allison smiling and joking, as opposed to trying to kill her or make her feel small.
"I think a hello would suffice." She says giggling.
"Well, that's boring, but I guess I could manage that." Dark Allison says with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Do you come bearing some bad news or are you just here to be a pain in the butt?" Allison asks.
"Cutting right to the chase I see. Well, I wanted to show you something." She says her playful demeanor faltering. She starts to turn and walk the trail behind them and only stops when she notices that Allison isn't behind her. "Come on. It's important."
Jogging to catch up with her, Allison hears growls and the sounds of a fight from up ahead.
When she and Dark Allison make it to the source of the commotion, a scene that could only be from a movie is unfolding in front of them. It's all a blur really. Allison sees that red headed girl (or is that strawberry blonde?) from down the street. She's fighting what appears to be a giant wolf that was trying to attack a boy with tan skin and floppy hair. The boy is now lying on the ground and she sees herself coming to the boy's aid almost out of nowhere. She also catches sight of an older young man trying to help the nameless beauty fight the giant wolf.
Taking her eyes from the scene, Allison looks at her double in the eyes. "What is this?" She asks her eyes returning to the scene in time to see the giant wolf burning after two boys from a Porsche throw vials of some sort of chemical weapon that ignites instantly.
"To put it simply, it's the future." Dark Allison's eyes are beaming at how the scene should have played out. "At least that's what could still be the future. Our future." She turns toward Allison.
Allison is quiet for a second and thinks about the other version of her and comes to a magnificent deduction about Dark Allison's world.
"We all died in your time, didn't we?" Allison says connecting the dots in her head.
"Not all of us. A few of us survived, but the deaths of those that we lost changed us. That's how I became me or well, how you became me." She said her voice grief stricken.
Not wanting to be that sad dark version of herself, she asks the one question that she has been wondering from the beginning.
"How do I change it? How do I fix it, so we can have this outcome?"
Swallowing, Dark Allison replies, "Figure it out sooner. That girl-" She points to the strawberry blonde girl that is hugging the other her in the sequence. "-is important to our future. You may think that it's that floppy haired kid standing behind you, but it's her." Her face brightens while talking about the strawberry blonde.
"Is this some kind of fate thing? I would just like to point out that we don't believe in fate." She gestures in between them.
"We didn't. Until, we met her. She changes life for us." The double's face darkens as if she wanted to say, "Well, she changed life for us."
"Something happened to her in your time." Allison states putting the pieces together in her head. "She was one of the ones that died."
"She was everything to us and that stupid wolf had to go and kill her." Dark Allison spits out.
Knowing what she has to do, Allison speaks, "I can fix it. I will fix it, for her, us and the fallen." She promises.
"It seems that I may have underestimated you. There is hope for us yet." Her doppelganger smiles. She turns to walk away, but stops. "Hey Allison, you should know three words that will put some things into perspective for you in the next few months. Werewolf, Hunter, Morrigan." She says before giving Allison a wave and walking away deep into the woods until she disappears.
Staring after her, Allison repeats those words. "Werewolf, Hunter, Morrigan." She was hoping for something uplifting like a famous quote, but seeing that scene of what their future could be; she knows that those three words will be very important to their future.
The sun coming up, makes Allison question where the night went. The sunrise is different however; it just seems to be getting brighter and….closer. Before, the sun reaches impact into the earth; she hears an annoying ringing in her ears.
The sound seems to crescendo.
She wants nothing more for the awful sound to stop.
Waking up with a start, Allison frisks her nightstand sleepily for her alarm and turns it off. She blinks repeatedly until her room comes into to focus and that's when the thoughts start.
She starts thinking about the nameless beauty, the floppy haired boy, the three other boys that were in the vision and even the wolf.
Her blood runs cold at the thought of that creature.
She remembers those three words, Werewolf, Hunter, Morrigan. Lifting her covers and getting out of her bed, she vows to change it all for them and her.
Sitting on the bench to the front of Beacon Hills High, Allison digs through her bag making sure she has everything that she'll need for the day. Finding everything, but a pen she starts to sigh in frustration on how she forgot a writing utensil of all things. It may have been the first day of school, but she wanted to at least be prepared to give a good impression to her new teachers.
Her cellphone ringing jars her from her internal rant.
Hey mom.
How are you doing, sweetheart? Got everything?
Awful, I seem to everything, but a stupid pen.
Don't trouble yourself too much, Allison. I'm sure someone in one of your classes will let you have a pen. Well, I just wanted to check in on you. Call if you need anything.
You're right. Okay, yeah I will. Love you.
I love you too. Try to have a good day.
She hangs up the phone in time to see who she assumes to be the principal approaching. He seems friendly enough and it makes her nerves diminish a bit.
"Hello." He says sticking out his hand for her to shake. She takes it and gives it a firm, but friendly shake. He lets go of her hand. "You must be Allison. I'm principal Stricklen. Welcome to Beacon Hills. How do you like it so far?" He asks a big smile on his face.
"It looks beautiful. I haven't gone inside yet." She toes her boot nervously.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of. Being nervous on the first day of school, especially in a new town is normal." He says
She offers him a bright smile.
"That's better. Now let's find your first class." He says waiting for her to get up so they can enter the building. "I hear you're from San Francisco." He says as they walk up the steps.
"I'm from a lot of different places. My family moves around a lot. San Francisco was the one place that we stayed at for more than a year." She says as they walk along the main hallway to her first class.
"Well, I hope you stay in Beacon Hills for a while. Anyway, here is your first class." He says gesturing to the wooden door. He pulls the door open and holds it for her. "After you." He gestures for Allison to pass.
Walking into the classroom, Allison lowers her head because she knows the routine already. She really hates being the new kid.
"Good morning. This is our new student Allison Argent. She just moved here from San Francisco. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." Principal Stricklen says before leaving the classroom.
She feels awkward and doesn't know what to do next. Luckily the teacher saves her the trouble of worrying.
"Allison, why don't you have a seat right there in front of Mr. McCall and we'll get started on the syllabus."
Moving to the middle of the classroom, she notices a boy with floppy hair sitting in the desk behind hers. After, she sits down she feels a tap on her shoulder. Turning halfway she sees a pen before her eyes. Smiling she takes it and faces forward again.
She starts to think about how the boy knew she needed a pen and as she doodles on the margin of her syllabus, the word "Werewolf" invades her thoughts. She makes a mental note to research werewolves on her free period.