Don't Let Me Go

Not Easily Fooled

Allison's POV

I felt like all of the breath had been knocked out of me. I knew that something terrible was going to happen to Scott but I didn't trust my instincts. All my life I was trained to listen to my gut but this was the first time I wished that my intuition would've failed.

Isaac's voice on the phone was pained and I can't even begin to process Scott's screams. He was out there somewhere in pain.

I'm leaning on Scott's desk trying to gain some sort of control of my body when I look to see Melissa on the bed sleeping so soundly. I should tell her what's happening, I think. But I couldn't bring myself to disturb the peaceful look on her face.

Years of living in the Argent household taught me many things but if I only could take one thing from it, it was to continue to live even when everything is falling apart. Control your emotions, Allison. I could hear my mother's voice in my head.

I mechanically make my way to the kitchen and start brewing the coffee. I take out everything I need to make breakfast even though I know that I won't eat a bite and neither will Melissa when she wakes up. But that's what I was going to do.

Just as I was about to crack the first egg onto the pan, I'm interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. Instantly I'm running towards the door, not realizing that I dropped the egg in the process.

I reach the door and struggle to get it open because of my shaking hands. The sight I'm welcomed with when I open the door nearly makes me faint with relief.

It was Scott.

"Oh my god! Thank god you're okay! I was so worried and Isaac left this message so I-" I was blubbering the words to him and was pretty sure 90% of it made no sense.

I had thrown my arms around him and felt no inclination to ever let him go again. His arms wrapped around my waist and a sigh escaped my lips.

He was okay.

I pull out of our embrace and look up and smile at his face. No trace of blood or bruises and I silently thanked whatever angel had protected him. We shut the door behind us as we made our way to the kitchen.

"So what did Isaac say in his message?" Scott asks casually as he plays with a knife that I had left on the counter after chopping some onions.

"Umm I don't actually remember clearly. He just asked for me not to go follow you guys which I wasn't going to I swear. I was so worried and-"

Scott interrupts me with a serious look on his face, "But did he say anything about what happened?"

Confusion is probably clear on my face as I respond to him, "No he got cut off. I... I heard your screams in the background and he hung up... Scott what's wrong? You're not hurt right?"

I step towards him and grab his face in my hands. There was something off in him today. The same brown eyes that I had stared into for hours at a time were there... but something was different about them. They didn't hold the warmth they usually did when Scott and I were together. Had I done something wrong?

I press my lips against his in hopes to calm Scott down. I just wish he knew how badly I worried about him. How difficult it was for me to keep my promise to not go after him. I'd done it all for my love of him.

Scott instantly responded in a way that surprised me. I expected him to be hesitant but he was the opposite. He pushed me against the counter and his hands were tightly gripped to my waist holding me in place.

I didn't know where this was coming from but I let him kiss me hoping that it would help whatever was wrong with him. He releases his hands from my waist so that he could roam underneath my shirt and his lower body is quickly pressed against me to still hold me in the same place.

Our lips were still interlocked and Scott didn't seem to have any intention to stop kissing me with the strange intensity and urgency. At first it was okay but I was starting to get uncomfortable when he ripped my shirt open.

I pulled away from his kiss with difficulty, "Your mom is upstairs. She can wake up any minute." I gasped as he took the opportunity to plant kisses all along my neck.

"She's still sound asleep. I can hear her breathing. Come here." He grabbed my face tightly between his hands and forced my lips back to his.

I couldn't do this. Something was wrong. I didn't want to but I thought of those men. No.

Scott wasn't like them. I was just being overly sensitive. This was Scott for crying out loud. He would never hurt me the way they did.

But I couldn't help but shove him away when I felt his hand force it's way into my jeans, "What the hell is going on, Scott?!" I yelled.

Something was clearly wrong. I struggled to remember what Isaac had said in the voicemail but my mind drew a blank.

"What do you mean? I just back from a rough night and I just wanted to be with you."

The soft tone in his voice almost made me forgive and forget but I couldn't get rid of this sick feeling. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just. You know I can't respond well when you're being umm... Rough."

His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, "I thought you liked it."

"Scott, you know why I don't. Because of what happened at the fair." I whispered.

"What does a fair have to do with is fucking?" Scott sounded exasperated.

I flinched. This wasn't how Scott would talk to me. He didn't even seem to know what the hell I was talking about.

"Come here." He whispered and held his arms out open.

Suddenly the word that Isaac failed to finish in his voicemail came to mind- shapesh-

Shapeshifter

Oh my god. It wasn't Scott at all. It was a shapeshifter with his face. I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to vomit but my training kicked in. I held it together and tried not to let my realization show on my face as I walked towards the man who had Scott's face.

"You know in love you, right Scott?" I whispered.

"Yes of course. I love you too." His arms wrap around me and I control the urge to flinch. These arms were those of a stranger.

"Why is your heart rate speeding up suddenly?" The shapeshifter commented.

"I was just thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you." I responded.

"Oh really," he responded in a pleased tone, "Like what?"

"Like this." I stated as I grabbed the knife he'd been playing with from the counter and jammed it right into his stomach.

I back away from him and feel my hands begin to shake. No amount of training prepares you to attack a monster that holds the face of the one you love.

The shapeshifter drops to the ground and instantly Allison is running to Scott's room where she had left her phone on the nightstand.

She doesn't even know who to call but she finds her self automatically dialing Dr. Deaton's number.

"Hello? Allison? It's been such a-"

"Deaton there's a shapeshifter here at Scott's house. I need help. Now. Please."

"On my way!" He yells through the phone and hangs up.

I tuck my phone into my pocket and open the door to Scott's closet. Luckily I had left some hunting gear here. I grabbed a couple daggers and grabbed the handgun that was already loaded. I mentally groaned when I realized that these bullets wouldn't have much affect on the shapeshifter but it would still hurt.

I take a deep breath and smile just before making my way back to the kitchen. There was no way Allison Argent was going to let that monster get away with hurting Scott and then trying to fool me.