𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄- 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘. When she was seventeen years old and raped, she'd been manipulated into believing she'd gone insane. They told her that she'd begged for it, that she'd practically thrown her clothes off at the idea of it. Sometimes, she liked to think of herself as Cassandra, a prophetic that was destined to never be believed. Cassandra was offered the power of prophecy by Apollo in exchange for her affections. When she did not reciprocate those feelings, he revenged himself by ordaining that her prophecies would never be believed. No matter how hard she screamed or cried, no one would believe her. Mallory knew what it was like, to know something with your whole chest and to scream, cry, and beg and have no one to believe you. Believe me. Believe me. 

Mallory clenched the steering wheel tighter, already feeling guilty about what she'd been doing. Spencer was already pissed at her for nearly getting his girlfriend killed. But Mallory, for some reason, could not let it go. Alana was at least five-foot five, and Isaac had a significant height and weight advantage over him. Mallory didn't care that it was just sheer dumb luck. No girl was that lucky. She shouldn't have been able to take him down, let alone kill him. 

Not unless she'd done it before. 

Whatever her story was, Hotch had obviously believed her, and that should have been enough. But it didn't feel like it. Mallory ran a hand down her face, feeling completely exhausted. She felt like she was going insane. The first time she'd seen Alana, she saw Vivian standing right there. She'd recognize those eyes anywhere. Mallory wasn't sure what to believe anymore, but she knew it was all too coordinated to be a coincidence. First, Leah Thatcher (now known as Alana) was in the same hospital on the same night that Vivian and Evangeline died. Then, Alana shows up in Spencer's life and surprisingly manages to take down a serial killer with brute force. Spencer was also one of the agent's working on the Maple Crest murders, and it felt far too intentional. Spencer was one of her closest friends, and whatever game she was playing, she didn't want to watch him be taken for a fool. So, either Alana was Vivian and lied about it, or she's some kind of obsessed proxy thats convinced she needs to take revenge for someone she didn't even know. 

Mallory was never really good at letting things go. She had a tendency to push and push, even when she knew she should give up. She knew that there was one way for certain to know if she was going insane or not. She had her suspicions on the perfect way to determine if Alana really was Vivian. 

So, she'd started tailing Rhiannon Sinclaire. 

Apparently, Rhiannon wasn't lying about the fact that she'd worked at a record store, since Mallory caught her heading to her car after her shift was over. Mallory waited a moment before she started her own car and began tailing her. She kept a safe distance away from her car, wondering if Rhiannon was smart enough to notice she was being followed. Mallory had a baseball cap on to shield her face from anyone, especially Rhiannon, in case she glanced in her mirror and noticed who was driving the car that was following her. 

Mallory pulled over to the side of the road when Rhiannon approached her apartment complex. And then she waited. Mallory knew she was acting like a complete and total stalker right now, but it felt like she was going crazy, and she needed to know the truth for herself. Maybe having all these people from her hometown murdered was making her go insane. After all, she'd barely slept in weeks, and most days she couldn't bring herself to eat, and she wasn't oblivious to the fact that her weight had dropped significantly. She noticed it every morning when she slipped on her work pants and had to tie her belt a little tighter just to keep them up on her hips. Her cheekbones looked sunken in, her eyes perpetually wide and exhausted as she trudged through the BAU like she was barely alive. Of course no one knew the extent of it, because she'd gotten good at hiding her problems all these years.