Our Lady Of Sorrows | Shadowhunters

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"When love is not madness it is not love."
― Pedro Calderón de la Barca
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Allison crossed her legs into an awkward pretzel as she sat on the bed adjacent to Clary's. She looked down at the bruise on her arm. It was becoming more prominent by the hour. A pack of red candy was thrown towards her. She looked up to see the blonde boy from earlier.

"So, are you going to tell us what's going on here?" he asked. "There's no way in hell that you could be able to see us, at all."

Allison quietly opened up the bag of twizzlers hoping to avoid the question. She separated one and placed it in her mouth. "You know," she held up the red candy. "Twizzlers have always been my favorite candy."

"Stop avoiding the question," she turned to see the tall brunette from earlier. "You're a mundane, you shouldn't be able to see us."

"Do you believe in fate?" the girl questioned. "You see for a long time in my life I never believed in a thing such as fate, but then again that was before I found out my family was full of werewolf hunters."

"What does this have to do with our question?" Alec rolled his eyes at the girl.

Another girl walked into the room. "Alec," she scolded the boy. "Be nice."

"Everything," she replied. "You see when I finally embraced my huntress side I was pushed into a world full of supernatural creatures, hell my first real boyfriend was a werewolf, and so was the one after him but that's not the point here," she spoke. "When I reached my junior year the only people I had left were my pack and my dad, even then there weren't really much of us."

"And then what happened?" the blonde asked, a bit sympathetically.

"My friends Scott, Stiles and I had to sacrifice ourselves for our parents because they were going to die if we didn't," she looked down at the red candy. "We all had our anchors and we all agreed that it was the right thing to do. When we were sacrificed it opened a door in our minds that made us more aware of everything around us."

She wiped a tear that slipped passed her eye. "It's okay," the blonde said. "You don't have to tell us."

"Yes, she does," Alec said.

"Alec," the boy yelled.

"No," Allison spoke up. "He's right. I couldn't hunt for a while because I was haunted by my dead aunt, Scott had trouble embracing his true alpha potential and Stiles, poor Stiles was possessed by this Japanese demon. Since we were fighting to save him, I died in the process and somehow I ended here in some sort of different dimension with this on my arm," she revealed the bruised.

"What is it?" the brunette finally came closer to the huntress. "Because that is definitely not a rune."

"Last time I got it, it was a hint to Scott," she replied. "My friend Lydia had one that was identical and it lead us to an abandon bank where our friends were held captive, just please don't tell Clary about all of this. She doesn't know much about me and the whole actually being dead part."

The Argent released herself from the shadowhunter. The two boys walked out of the room leaving only the two huntresses and the sleeping girl. She looked down while nibbling on the candy. She brought her head up when she heard two heads colliding, she smiled as she saw that Clary had finally woken up.