Teen Wolf Imagines

Allison Imagine - Demons and Hell

If there was ever a time where my heart felt like it was in my throat, it would be right now. I couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through my mind, the way I knew that - no matter what I chose - someone would die. The worst part is, if I took the option I needed to, I’d be the one dying.

“This isn’t fair! Why do I suddenly have to be the one to make the decisions?!” I scream. “Scott does this! Scott is the one who’s supposed to save everyone and yet here I am, having to decide if I want to let myself die or let the rest of the pack die!”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I spin around, seeing Allison sitting at the end of my bed, her legs crossed at the knees and hair flowing down her back. She had been my best friend, her and Lydia, and when Kira came along, her too. It had been hell for all of us when she died, and to remember it hurts. What was worse, was that I had now become one of the only ones who could see her. The only one who knew that she was dead and yet, she was there. In my room. On my bed. So solid and real and yet, she was a ghost. She wasn’t really there.

“What are you thinking?” Allison whispers, her voice ringing like she was really there and yet, she wasn’t.

It brushes my skin, cool and chilly. I never could get used to her whispers, and the way she said things. Swallowing, I turn back to my desk and then sit down in the chair. I couldn’t be near her. Something about that made me feel...drained and tired. Why did I have to be one of the few people of the pack that sees dead people?

I shake my head and then spin around in my chair. “What am I going to do Allison? The beserkers are everywhere, and now it turns out I’m the priciest thing on the dead pool!”

Standing, I start pacing, hands flailing as I start to talk and panic, a lot like Stiles does.

“If I’m the highest priced thing, I can just turn myself in, sacrifice my own life, and make the people who are looking for the pack forget them. They’ll have me, and that’s all they need, right? But if I do, I die. But if I don’t, the rest of them may die. It gets worse though, because if I do turn myself in, it won’t fucking matter. They’ll just kill me and then go after the rest of the pack, and I won’t be able to say why I was turning myself in. I mean, damn, I can’t tell them I’m a god! That will only get me more hell and then they’ll try to protect me more than themselves and I can’t handle that!”

I take a deep breath, and then shake my head. My fingers rake through my hair and I want to scream with how much I don’t know. No matter how I do this, I couldn’t save everyone. I wasn’t Scott. I wasn’t as selfless, and I didn’t understand tactics. I was a god for Christ’s sake! I only ever looked out for myself...or so I thought.

My brain is running on fumes, and I’m about to continue ranting when I feel a very intense cold spike up my body. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t fair. I want to cry and hold Allison, but I know I can’t. No matter how hard I try, I won’t ever be able to. Turning towards her, I see the same brown eyes staring back at me as if they were still alive. She strokes my cheek, and even though it feels like ice, I know there’s a warmth behind it. I bite my lip and she looks at me before smiling.

“You’re doing the right thing {Y/N}. I know it doesn’t seem like it, and you feel like you’re so cornered and not doing what’s right, but you are. The pack understands sacrifice, we’ve all had to make it. Maybe yours is a little more than any of ours, but the two of us will put everything on the line for our friends. For our pack. You can do this, and I will be here for you,” she whispers.

I close my eyes, tears forming there as I open and close my mouth. Suddenly, I blink, and she’s gone. My heart stops, and then I relax. I was doing the right thing. Right?

_______

Staring at the hunters in front of me, I swallow. I had chosen to do this. I was doing this for the pack, and I knew that I could do this. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain, and gasp, clutching my side as I watch the gold dust spill from my side. I shiver, wanting to scream or stop them. I could fight these stupid mortals easily, but...I couldn’t. If I wanted to save the pack, I couldn’t.

It’s somewhere in the midst of being attacked and futilely fighting back that I hear growls. They make my head spin, and as I’m clutching at as many of the wounds as I can, I know that either I’ll die here or somehow be saved. My mouth feels dry, and I know that if I open it, my blood will just come up. Coughs and sputters of something that should still be in my body. I blink, my eyes opening and closing until I can’t do much else but breathe. Then there’s someone over me, my name being called and possibly yelled, but I can’t hear it. Or I don’t want to.

_____

“{Y/N}! God, what the hell do you think you were doing?!”

I groan, my head pounding. This wasn’t right. I should have been dead, or at least, somewhere along the line. My back is cold, and if I shift just enough, I can feel the cold metal pressing into my skin. I can also sense the bodies around me, and the lights that are hanging from the ceiling are burning my eyes. Jesus Christ, I can’t do this. With a small gasp, I shoot up, my eyes searching everyone around me. They finally land on Scott, and I shiver.

When I move, I feel a burn start in my sides, and I wince, falling back onto the metal table. So I was at Deaton’s. Fantastic. Then I wasn’t dead and out of my misery. With a deep inhale that makes my sides burn, I turn to look at Scott.

“I swear Scott, I didn’t...I...I’m sorry,” I murmur.

His eyes search my face before he shakes his head and stalks out. Most of the pack follows after him, except for Derek, who rubs his face and takes a seat by the table.

“He’ll get over it. When we found you, he was terrified. He thought he’d lost another one of the pack. You should have just told us what you were, and thank god you’re healing because if not, you’d be dead. What the hell were you thinking?” he says, his voice low and gruff.

My eyes trail the walls and then I sigh. “I thought that if I put myself out there, get rid of the highest item on the list, they’d kill me and leave you guys alone. It didn’t work though, as I’m still here and you guys are still not safe. I just wanted to save everyone, and it didn’t work. I’ve been seeing Allison for weeks now and I’m...I’m just scared Derek.”

At the last part of my sentence, he turns to me, a frown growing. His hand reaches for mine, and I watch as his veins turns black. I smile, thanking him without saying it before he takes his hand back, looking at my face.

“You are a part of this pack. Allison would never want you to die for any of us. What you’re seeing is not Allison, and we’re going to figure out what it is so that you’ll never have to worry about it again. Right now though, you need to rest. So sleep. Scott should have cooled down by then. Hopefully he’ll be back.”

I nod and then yawn. With a small sigh, I close my eyes and fall asleep, feeling plagued with thoughts of Allison. She was not real. Now we had to find out what she was.