drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
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In which a group of counsellors are stuck at Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp for one more night that soon turns into a night of survival
(the quarry)
(aroace fem! oc)
(nick furcillo x fem! o...
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Chapter Twenty-Three: In The Woods Somewhere
(The Belly Of The Beast, Part 2)
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Rage.
That was all Allison could feel right now, rage and purpose. Rage against the monster that had bit Nick and turned the boy she'd fallen for into a monster, and purpose—purpose in finding the werewolf that had bitten Nick and killing it with one of her arrows. In saving Nick and curing him, returning him back to being a human, along with Sarah.
And if Laura got in the way...
Well, Allison had more than one silver arrow in her quiver.
As they tracked through the woods, rain pouring down—Allison hated the rain collecting in the bottom of her quiver, praying it won't make her arrows warp too bad when she needed to shoot—she eyed the woods warily for any sign of werewolves, fingers twitching to draw an arrow and shoot. And as she looked at the woods, she wondered if Nick and Sarah were in there. If she and Nick were walking in the same part of the woods right now.
Nick...
Allison's heart ached. God, she wanted him back. She wanted to see his smile, to see his eyes and hear him say that it would be okay, that he was safe and okay. She wanted to hold him and never let him go and kiss him breathless, to say fuck it to whatever said their relationship would never work and just make it work, to have them endure whatever trials and tribulations came their way together and be stronger for it, to just simply hug him and know that he was here, that he would always be here. She just wanted Nick back.
And she would, once the werewolf that bit him was dead. She'd get Nick—the real Nick, not the one twisted by the curse—back. Just like Hayden would get him, her brother, back. Just like Nora would get Sarah back.
"You really care about him, don't you? Nick, I mean."
Allison turned back to Laura, eyes automatically narrowed at the infected girl.
"Yeah," Allison said curtly. "As much as you care for Max."
Laura looked at her, before she sighed and said, "I know I sounded harsh—"
"Oh, you think?" Allison snarked.
"But I was just trying to make you understand that if it comes down to it, then you might need to—"
"No, I don't!" Allison snapped, turning to Laura as she glared at her. "I have as much of a chance to save Nick without killing him that you do with saving Max! You're just being a hypocrite if you say that I don't, that I have to kill the boy I love and Hayden would never see her twin again, or that Nora won't see her girlfriend again. And while I agree with you that we have to kill Chris Hackett, and I'll shoot him in the heart myself if I have to, don't you dare say I should kill Nick or Sarah, that they're a lost cause. Because if they are... aren't you and Max a lost cause, then?"
