First Encounters [Multi-Fandom]

Allison & Bucky

Shopping bags in hand, Allison's head tilts upward so her face catches the sun's warming rays. Walking from store to store and spending cash on clothing is actually quite therapeutic, and she can't help but sigh in relief at her latest life's decision.

She loves Scott. She loves Stiles. She even loves their awkward soulmates Kira and Malia, and even Derek Hale. But Beacon Hills? Allison no longer loves the town that's become a Hellmouth of sorts. Once upon a time she did, but after so much death and so many close calls, Allison knew she needed to get away before the town killed her. Then after convincing Chris- her father- to leave the town either with her or sometime soon, Allison packed up her bags and gave her goodbye's to the McCall Pack. However, though she was moving states away, she still told Scott and the others to call her, but only if they were in dire need of a Hunter's perspective. And since there were now new beings/aliens coming out of the woodwork and into the public eye, Allison kept herself in shape and kept her weapons skills sharp in case the need arose that she needed to defend herself.

"What do you say to one more store before stopping for lunch?"

Allison's lips twitch before forming a slow smile, she lolling her head to her left to meet Lydia's gaze. "M'kay. I'm feeling steak and fries."

"Sounds good," the banshee shrugs. "As long as we can get a to-go plate for Jordan to take back to the Hotel, I'm fine. We can drop off our bags and take a breather before hitting up the streets again."

Allison's smile turns into a small grin, she chuckling before looking to where she's walking. "I still can't believe you convinced Parrish to come out here. How did he feel leaving Beacon Hills?"

It takes a moment, but Lydia eventually answers when the crowd surrounding them thins out. "He's coping. He still feels the urge to head back asap, but he's learning to push it down. Being a Hellhound isn't exactly easy."

"I'll bet." Allison's grin falls into a frown. "I bet it takes a toll on him to do what he does."

"I scream for the dead, he covers said death up," the banshee confesses. "It's weird, but we work well together."

And well, there's no hiding Allison's grin coming back. "Mhm. And I'm sure that you two being blanks has nothing to do with the fact that you two work so well together."

That startles a laugh out of Lydia and an all-too-smug smile. "We might not be Fated to one another, but.. there has to be a reason we work so well-" her voice abruptly cuts off, her smile fading and head turning in the opposite direction of Allison as she listens to something only she can hear.

"Lydia?"

There's a moment when only the sounds of the city is all Allison hears and then the banshee murmurs, "We- we need to move."

"Lydia," Allison frowns, cold dread crawling up her spine, "what's going on? What do you hear?"

"It feels.. it feels like a graveyard. There's so much pain.. and fear. We need to leave, Allison. We need to go. Now!"

"Lydia," Allison catches the banshee by the wrist before she can rush away, "calm down. We're in New York, remember?" She says softly. "Are you sure you're not feeling echoes from the invasion years ago?"

The redhead sniffles, her gaze catching her friend's. "No. It's not. They're louder; more clear-"

Screams pierce the air then, both Allison and Lydia whirling around towards the direction they're coming from, and Lydia wails. Allison's heart practically jumps into her throat and she doesn't pull on Lydia's wrist until the wailing stops. Then when Lydia looks terrified and downright helpless, the people around them start running as if they're lives depend on it.