But he didn't come to school. She asked Scott and he said Isaac had gone missing a few nights ago; on the night that Annabel had 'died'. Allison didn't know what to do. Isaac had lost everyone who had ever meant anything to him; Allison and Scott were the only ones that hadn't left him, only he must have felt like Allison had.

'Lydia, I need your help!' Allison had found Lydia in the library, looking for a book that she hadn't already read and memorised.

'With what? I'm not a badass hunter, I can't really do anything.' Lydia replied. She was lying; she was a genius and some sort of psychic… something.

'I need you to use your psychic powers to find Isaac. He's gone missing.' Allison pleaded.

'I can't control it. You know that. But I can try.' Lydia smiled at Allison and then closed her eyes. She looked deep inside herself and found the little nub of power and tapped into it. She saw flashes, pieces of a puzzle she couldn't quite put together… until she could.

'He's gone to the graveyard. He's been hiding out in a cabin there for a couple of days. Allison, I think it would be best not to go find him; he needs the alone time to deal with the death of Annabel.' Lydia turned and walked away, leaving a dumbfounded Allison wondering how she would fix things with Isaac, the one guy apart from Scott that she had ever really been in love with.

/

Allison trudged up the dirt path to the shack that Isaac was staying in. The rain had rendered the ground unsafe; the slippery mud and wet mulch almost caused Allison to slip and fall twice and she had a hard time keeping her balance.

'Isaac? Isaac, we need to talk! Isaac!' Allison called out, but he didn't reply. She got to the cottage and opened the door, to see an empty room. 'Isaac!' Allison felt like crying, he still picked Annabel, even though to his knowledge she was dead?

Isaac walked in, almost surprised to see her there, and took his headphones out. Allison took a minute to appreciate his shirtless torso, wet from running in the rain and the v disappearing into the baggy sweats he was wearing.

'Allison?' Isaac looked mainly confused that she was here, and a little bit of anger and resentment towards her at the side.

'We need to talk. I know you hate me because you think I hate my sister, but the truth is that we're just strangers- She was taken away when I was three, and I haven't seen her since. I know you can't forget about her, but can you forgive me for not saying goodbye? I'm sorry, Isaac.' By the time she was done, she was crying.

'You don't need to be sorry. I'm sorry for taking all my anger out on you. You don't deserve it.' Isaac cradled her to his chest, but Allison felt guilty about what he had said; 'you don't deserve it' but she did. She had torn them apart and faked Annabel's death so she could be with Isaac and it wasn't right. Or fair.

Isaac kissed her head and held her until she stopped crying. Allison reached up and kissed him on the cheek before wiping her eyes and pulling away from his arms.

'Duck!' Isaac suddenly yelled and threw himself at her as the walls exploded. He pulled her behind a crate to watch what the hell was happening.

An armed hunter squad ran in through the giant gaping hole in the wall. Allison knew they weren't Argents; the Argents had given up hunting werewolves. So who the hell were these guys?

Isaac didn't give her time to think about it. He pulled her out through a backdoor and pushed her into the rain. 'Run, Allison!'

She did, but not before looking back to see Isaac surrounded by hunters. Isaac saw her hesitate and roundhouse kicked one of the hunters in the face before yelling at her to run again.

But Allison couldn't go; she cared for Isaac way too much to let anything happen to him. She took out the bow and arrows that she took with her everywhere and climbed into a nearby tree that would give her a good view of everything that was happening. She shot a dozen of the hunters before they realised she was there, being too preoccupied by Isaac's fighting prowess. He had singlehandedly taken down about ten of them without even wolfing out. He still gave the pretence of being a normal human, except often moving around faster than a normal person would be able to.

Suddenly the whole fight seemed to go in the favour of the hunters; more of them appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and their leader had begun to give them orders to work as a team to take Isaac out.

Allison loaded another arrow into her bow and shot the leader dead. The hunters fell into chaos then, as Derek and Scott had arrived, wolfed out and dealing death blows right and left.

Allison jumped out of the tree to join the fray when she realised she had run out of arrows. She pulled out her ring daggers and cut up any hunter who came to close.

Unfortunately, she had not bargained on a hunter being as well trained as she was. The masked man, she could tell by the body shape, had pulled out a katana and they fought. Allison knew he had the upper hand she was proved right when he stabbed her in the chest. She fell, but not before pulling off his mask. It was Gerard. How he had come back to life she would never know, because she was dying, in the arms of Isaac.

'Allison! Why can't I take your pain?' Isaac asked her as she lay, dying, in his arms.

'Because it doesn't hurt.' Allison gave up fighting and surrendered to the darkness.

'Allison!' Isaac pleaded, tears streaming down his face. 'ALLISON!'

/

Isaac looked up to see Gerard impaled on Derek's claws, black blood flooding from his mouth. Scott ran over and saw Allison's body. He let one tear escape before turning back around and taking his pain and anger out on the hunters.

For Isaac everything seemed to go in slow motion. He dived back into the fray and killed as many hunters as possible before they surrounded him. One struck, and with one swing of his sword, Scott lay dead at his feet. They soon caught Derek and killed him too. Isaac knew there was nothing he could do, so he ran.

He ran all the way to the Argent's residence. He was still holding Allison's body and lay her down on their sofa. 'I-I tried to protect her. I told her to run!' Isaac couldn't stop the tears from coming and Chris Argent couldn't stop his, either.

'Annabel is still alive.' Isaac looked at Chris in surprise.

'She's in Germany. I think- I think we should go and find her.'