Haunted - an Allison Argent fic

chapter 18: the winter formal

[THE WINTER FORMAL]
"All my ghosts are with me,
I know you feel them too"

Song: all my ghosts - lizzy mcalpine

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     Aaliyah sat in the vets office waiting for Scott to wake up again. Deaton had placed bandages over both of the teens bullet wounds. Scott's eyes opened and shot up getting off of the metal table. Aaliyah stood up speeding over to Scott grabbing onto his arm helping him steady himself. "You okay?" She asked. Her hand was over his bare chest as he leaned on her for support. "Maybe you should sit down." Aaliyah suggested. The bell on the entrance jingled signaling someone was entering the clinic.

"Hello?" Deaton called. The door closed and the vet started to walk to the entrance. Scott grabbed his arm wanting him to stay. Deaton moved Scott's hand off giving him a reassuring look before going to the front of the clinic. "I'm sorry, but we're closed."

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Aaliyah heard Peter say. She rolled her eyes before meeting with Scott's. They shared the same look of annoyance and a bit fear.

"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off." Denton replied.

"This one wandered in on its own." The alpha said. Scott grabbed Aaliyah pulling her over to the corner.

"Even if it did I'm afraid I can't help you. We're closed." Deaton said keeping a calm demeanor.

"I think you can make an exception this one time. Don't you?"

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours."

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it." Peter spoke

"Like I said, we're closed." The vet repeated.

"Mountain ash." Peter sneered. "That's an old one." Aaliyah heard something break but she wasn't sure what it was. Scott shot her a worried look. He stepped forward to move but Aaliyah's grip on his arm tightened making him stay.