I didn't want to post this so soon. But I had to. So here it is.
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*Flashback*
" Allyson, do you expect to get anywhere in your life?" Victor, her caretaker asked.
" Yes, Sir," Allyson answered, standing up straighter.
" Then work Allyson! You are nothing but a lazy human. Am I right?" Victor continued looking at her.
" No, Sir." Allyson answered, looking straight ahead.
Suddenly, pain ripped through her back, burned through her flesh and she fell to her knees.
" Work Allyson. Control your soul!" Victor ordered.
The pain became more pointed then, as if someone were carving into her back. Allyson tried not to scream, she bit her tongue, hard. Blood filled her mouth and blackness shrouded her vision.
She couldn't do a such thing as move but she had learned Soul Magic. She was already a Master of Calling Souls. The youngest being to get at tattoo, she was thirteen when she got it a couple months ago.
" FOCUS!" Victor screeched.
She knew how to call souls. She tried to call hers, but someone was already controlling it, s-she w-wasn't s-strong enough.
Allyson didn't know if she could create another spell. Colors were floating through her head, her thoughts came slowly, she had more of a feeling of the thoughts, than the actual thought. But that was impossible, because she couldn't feel.
Did she say she couldn't feel? Oh, she could. That was obvious as energy scorched her feet and calves. She just wanted to cut them off.
Pain brought clarity. The darkness ran from her screams. She couldn't call her soul, but she could call Victors.
The pain evaporated as energy formed around her, but not from her. She opened eyes she didn't even know were closed.
And she saw- she saw Victor. Shriveled and dead. His very soul in her hands...no not his soul, but the energy of his soul.
While her mind pondered this, another part of her broke. Into tiny pieces. Tears fell down Allyson's cheeks.
" Victor." She whispered, falling next to his body.
" Victor!" She said louder.
" VICTOR!" She screamed.
" Please, correct me. Did I do well? What-what is my next assignment?" She muttered to the dead body. " Sir?"
Victor was the closest thing to a parent Allyson had. He had raised her and taught her. Not...lovingly, but he taught her to be strong, to be the best. And he was gone. She had killed him.
*End of Flashback*
Allyson woke up sweaty and scared. She had dreamed of her first caretaker and the first lesson in Soul "stripping". She looked at her tattoo and wondered, not for the first time, if it was worth it.
Of course it was. Sacrifices were necessary, Allyson had been taught that early.
Allyson had been in the Hellhound house for one month. Much longer than she planned on staying. But, the hounds and her had already fought two vampire covens. The Huntresses were all occupied and the council didn't want anyone alone. So she was here.
She needed to train. Needed to fight.
She walked down the stairs, past the hellhounds and into the basement.
" Hey, Ally, up late?" Jonathans voice sounded from behind her.
Allyson had planned on being impersonal with the dogs, to be all business. But eventually, against her will, they learned each others names, and even a little about each other. She could name all of the pack, their families, and most of their origins. Fighting together does that to you.
Lately Jonathan and her had been training together.
" It's Allyson," She muttered.
" Sure. Whatever, Ally," He smirked walked down the stairs.
He launched himself at her. She moved just in time dodging his attack. It was a fist fight, so no weapons or magic. (Her two specialties.)
The fight lasted however long Jonathan decided it would last.
Allyson's roundhouse kick was intercepted and twisted and she fell to the concrete floor with Jonathan tumbling after her.
That was one of her advantages. She could surprise him.
" Did that not hurt at all?" Jonathan asked.
" Sure, Johnny," Allyson answered. Of course it hurt, not enough to effect her though, no permanent damage was done.
" You're human," Jonathan stated.
" My parents were werewolves," Allyson offered.
" So that's why you hate dogs," Jonathan figured.
That was how the pack and Allyson learned about each other. Through fighting, a common skill.
A realization hit Allyson. Jonathan was on top of her and he was hot. Like attractive hot. And temperature hot.
She hadn't thought of looks or attractiveness since Richard. Was she attractive? Allyson didn't know, she hadn't looked at herself in the mirror, she just made sure she could fight.
" Hey Ally, how long are you staying here?" Jonathan asked.
" I don't know. You want me to leave?" Allyson countered.
What? The wasn't her! No! She hadn't talked to anyone like that since...Richard. God damn him. Wait, she already damned him. Ah, justice. Why was she thinking of Richard?
Jonathan seemed as surprised as Allyson was.
" Not really," He murmured.
And they were kissing. She didn't know who made the first move, but it didn't matter. Allyson wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him.
Was she healed? Finally over Richard?
She thought so. They were both ready to take the next step when he pushed her back to the floor.
" We can't do this," Jonathan told her, breathless.
" Why?" She practically panted.
" Because my Mate's coming," Jonathan explained, no, not Jonathan, Richard. It was Richard on top of her.
No...
" Allyson?" Richard asked, and then he was Jonathan again, looking worried and ashamed.
" I'm wonderful. Now get off me before I make you," Allyson said furiously and glared at Jonathan.
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