The events that happened with Jackson and Gerard had gone, and everything worked out as planned. Scott and his friends could now live a normal mortal life, without the supernatural world getting in their way.
But all things must come to an end...
S...
After a good cry as I held Allison in my arms, she had demanded that I came back with her. I had no energy to argue with her, so I had went back to the apartment with her and Chris. Chris had agreed for me to stay-over, as they had enough space.
We all stood in the elevator, I held my hand in Allison's, as I was still upset, and she was comforting me still. I was lost in my own world, as the doors to the elevator had dinged open and Chris walks out first, holding a black duffel bag over his shoulder.
"Dad," Allison had began as we stepped out of the elevator as Chris began to jingle his keys in the door.
"Hmm?" Was his only reply as they key fit into the locket.
"Were you really gonna pull the trigger on Stiles?" Allison had asked her Father, her voice gentle. Chris had turned his slightly over his shoulder to look at us.
"To be honest, I'm not sure," Chris had replied after a moment of pondering his decision to shoot Stiles. He push open the front door, as I let go of Allison's hand, and entered the hallway, smiling to Chris.
"I'll check the firing pin," Allison had replied as I turned around to face her to see her and Chris standing in-between the doorway. But Chris just stares at her for a moment, searching her expression.
"You removed it?" He had asked her, but she just nods her head slowly at him. But he wasn't mad, he was thrilled. Chris let out a 'hmm' sound before bring his hand to Allison's head as she leans into his hand. "That's why the women are the leaders in our family. Get some sleep sweet heart," Allison smiles at her Father and comes inside. She came to my side, and I smile at her.
"Go on. I wanna talk to your Dad," I had said to her as she nodded her head, as she still feels sorry for me. I could tell by her eyes, I've lived long enough to know sadness when I see it. She crushes me into a brief but loving hug, before walking down the hallway and disappearing into her room. I wanted to talk to her Dad, because we all know that he might know what I am. He's probably clocked on, by now...
Chris and I entered his office, as he places the duffel bag onto the desk, as I shut the door behind us. He began to unpack the bag, as I walk further into the room. Silence filled the air, as we didn't speak, but there was tension.
"How's your palms?" He had said, but he didn't turn around to meet my eyes. I know what he was getting at, he must have seen me holding the blade.
"Should we cut the small talk?" I had said, as I couldn't play game with him right now. But without any warning, he had spun on his heels as fast as he could and threw one of Allison's ring daggers at me. But it was time had slowed for a moment, and as the dagger neared. I had caught the end of it, just as the tip was inches from my face.
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"A ring dagger? Really?" I had asked, as I threw it to the side of the room, it clatters to the floor, making that sweet metallic sound.
"I know what Stiles was going to say," Chris had said, as his kept a straight expression. "Immortal," I flash my eyebrows up at him for a second, as I wore a smirk.
