I wanted to point out that not all of these will be written in order, at least not intentionally. For instance, what I'm writing right now happened before they met at the rock. Just putting that out there.
I am a weary soldier, soldier for you.
Caught on the days uncertain, they have come loose.
Waiting to fall asleep, nights can be so cruel.
Holding a photograph, but that won't bring me you.
She felt like she couldn't breathe. Stiles had said he had gone to Isacc's house. Alone.
She had to get there as fast as she could. What was he thinking? If he wasn't tied down he would harm someone.
Pulling onto the street, she parked quickly and jumped out. Into the house she ran.
As she walled into the house, she could see a faint light coming from an open stairwell.
Only want to give you what I said I would, said I would.
Only want to give you my heart.
Picking up the pieces like I said I would, said I would.
Let me get a piece of your heart.
Your heart.
"Scott?" She whispered, for fear of the unknown.
Slowly, she krept down the stairs.
"Scott." She gasped, seeing him hunched over on the floor. She was on her knees in front of him in a heart beat.
He lifted his head up, and she looked at him with a feeling of fear and fascination. She had known he was a werewolf for awhile now, but was still taken aback at his transformation.
"How are we doing this?" She asked him quietly.
He nodded his head, teeth clenched in the difficulty of not turning.
Her flash light landed on a pile of chains. She turned her back to him, startled.
"Where would we do this?" She asked, still not sure she wanted the answer.
"Over here." He growled, his voice showing the strain.
She looked over to see what he meant. No, no, no. She couldn't do this. Put him in a box? Lock him in a box?
He had already lifted the lid and started to lower himself inside.
"Scott," She started, lurching forward, "I..."
He looked at her and touched her hand. "Allison you have to. Not just so I don't hurt others, but so I don't hurt you."
She turned away, running a hand through her hair. "You can do this." She mumbled to herself.
Worlds are turning over, turning on you.
Don't let your heart grow colder, let it move.
Tired of playing games, by the written rules.
Help me break through these chains, we are over due.
She turned back to him, where he was laying in the box letting out slow, even breaths.
Leaning down, she captured his lips in hers. She needed the reassurance of his lips, his skin, on hers before she locked him up.
He pressed his forehead to hers, still breathing deeply, before she pulled back and slowly closed the lid.
As she wrapped the chains round and round, it killed her to think what she was doing.
Locking her boyfriend-no, chaining her boyfriend inside a box.
"It's done." She said loudly, placing her hands on the top of the box.
"You have to leave. Now." Scott growled.
No. She could chain him up but she couldn't just leave him. She vocalized this, "No, Scott. I'm not leaving you."
He slammed the side of the box and she jumped.
"You have to leave, Allison. Right now." He growled even louder at her.
For the first moment since that night at the dance, she was slightly afraid of what he was and what he could do to her.
For that reason alone, she left. Scurrying up the stairs, half afraid and half ashamed at herself for walking away from him.
Only want to give you what I said I would, said I would.
Only want to give you my heart.
Picking up the pieces like I said I would, said I would.
Let me get a piece of your heart.
Your heart
As she leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to steady her uneven breaths, there was a noise.
A hissing sound. A not human, hissing sound coming form the hallway behind her.
She let out a bloodcurdling scream. Backing up she debated her options.
Scott was locked up, calling her father would mean him knowing about Scott, and Stiles was in the middle of saving Isacc.
She was on her own.
Her brain kicked into, what she can only assume, is called argent mode. Grabbing a knife she turned to whatever the inhuman form it was and yelled, "COME ON!"
She wasn't thinking. If she had been, she would have run from that house as soon as she laid eyes on it.
Before she, or it, could lunge, a form she only knew as Scott burst through the basement door.
Only want to give you what I said I would, said I would.
Only want to give you my heart.
Picking up the pieces like I said I would, said I would.
Let me get a piece of your heart.
Your heart
Whatever it was scurried off and in a flash, it was gone.
Still gripping on tightly to the knife, she laid a hand on his shoulders. He was still hunched protectively in front of her when she asked,"What was that?"
He shook his head, staring out the now broken front door. "I have no idea." He replied.
So I wasn't totally feeling this, but let me know what you thought. Thank you to those peoole who have reviewed! They mean a lot (: