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Lethal Beauty
Allison Argent || Eighteen years old
Huntress || In a Relationship
"Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance."
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When she admitted that she loved him, the relief that passed Derek’s face broke her heart. He had been hurt so much before that it seemed like he expected it to happen again. Whether he admitted it or not, part of him still doubted her. It would always be in the back of his mind. Allison was an Argent after all but the fact that he had fallen in love with her and trusted her so much…it made Allison’s heart soar and she knew, with time, she would help heal his old wounds.
Allison’s heart soared with his confessions. She had already known but from assuming to know and hearing him admit that he loved her…well…there was no words to describe that emotion. The way he looked at her, it made her feel so precious and loved. She had never felt anything like it. “I want you to be at my side till the day I die too.” She whispered, her eyes closed as their foreheads were pressed together. Her lips met his naturally and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in impossibly closer.
Every emotion she held in her body for this man she put into their kiss. She wanted him to fell that he had become her world and that she would be by his side for if he wanted her to. When they pulled away, Allison smiled happily at him. “Does this mean I get the label of your girlfriend?” She was so content that they had finally cleared the air between them and that they knew the love shared between them. Yet, calling him her boyfriend seemed so insignificant compared to what she felt for him. Allison wasn’t dating him to find out if they could work. She already knew they would.
It felt like once she admitted that she loved him, everything suddenly made sense. For now, she guessed, boyfriend would be the only thing she could call him even though he was so much more. “I love you.” She whispered to him, a grin still on her lips. It felt good to be able to say that. She leaned up on her toes and kissed him again, short and sweet, but the simple fact that she could do that now made it somehow more important to her.
“Come on, we should eat. Breakfast is probably could by now.”
Torture Chamber
A mansion. Of course it was a mansion. Why would Derek assume it was anything else? What he could see through blurred eyes, it was a sight to see. The room, filled with onlookers, was surprisingly dim given that it was lit by a large chandelier directly in the center of the room. The glow remained eerie throughout a corridor that Derek found himself in. “Medieval much?” Derek spoke in a soft voice. Faint pants exited his mouth as Klaus and his army dragged his large frame through the deep hallway.
“Derek…” a voice spoke. It was familiar and despite that fact, Derek couldn’t place it. An ice cold chill ran down his spine. “It has been too long.” The voice spoke once more. He positioned his head forward to investigate. Another original, great. “When did you join the circus of cross-breed monsters, Kol?” Not another word was spoken. Instead, he received claws entering into his biceps causing Derek to wince. Kol disappeared when Derek attempted to search for him with his eyes.
A room, almost too dark to see, contained a large chain hanging from the ceiling. Hazy eyes locked onto the shackles dangling from the hanging chains. They threw him onto the solid, hard ground and shut the door. Derek cradled his aching abdomen. The wound may have healed, however, the pain remained.
“You are not playing the game properly, Derek.” The British voice startled him due to the fact that he had thought he was alone. “You attack me and I bring you so incredibly close to death that you beg to die.” Derek peered upward until he spotted the hybrid standing closely, a little too close. “Klaus…” He began only to be met with strong fingers wrapped around his neck. The man that held Derek’s life in his hands lifted him from the ground. Once he was standing, Klaus proceeded to quickly wrap rusted shackles around Derek’s wrists. He tipped sideways but was caught by the chain.
“You have failed to listen, Derek.” A smirk curled at the edge of his mouth. “Maybe you’ll listen now.” Klaus left the room. Derek lifted his head and watched as a large man entered. He took the opportunity to look around the room and spotted more torture devices than what could be found in the house of a dominatrix. Derek let out a pained whimper. It was all too real. He couldn’t be a killer, not at all. He couldn’t listen to Klaus’ demands to slaughter the world.
A deep set worry couldn’t be denied. Derek could handle this, but what if Allison were injured? How could he have left her alone in the clearing? He couldn’t handle the thought of her getting hurt. Before he even admitted his feelings toward her, Derek had been ripped away.
“Let’s have some fun.” The man standing only a few feet away huffed laugh through his nose and a smile spread across his face.
Had it been hours, days, weeks, since he had arrived? Derek couldn’t be sure. As a whip penetrated into his skin over and over, the only thought on his mind was Allison. Seeing her face in his head helped to numb his mind. Derek could feel the hot blood dripping down his shirtless torso. Would it ever end?
With that thought in mind, finally, the torture stopped. The large man exited the room and was replaced by Klaus. “Maybe now you’ll be more eager to listen.” The hybrid spoke. Derek looked to Klaus as he panted. Pain radiated throughout his entire body. He looked down for a quick second to see a puddle of blood beneath his feet.
Did Derek have any intention of listening? He was so, incredibly torn. On one hand, if he listened, Allison would be safe. It wasn’t in his beliefs to kill. Despite the fact that he had followed Klaus around as if he were a lost puppy and listened to the hybrids commands to kill, Derek was nauseated at the thought of more death.
“You’re free to go.” Klaus said finally. He freed Derek’s arms and walked away. “You might consider to answer your phone from now on. I do not enjoy home visits.” The man called out over his shoulder.
Derek fell to the ground. The chains clinked above him. After collecting himself, he bolted as quickly as he could managed and landed himself near Allison’s car. Derek collapsed. He lifted his blood coated hand in an attempt to grab her attention. “Allison?” He said, barely above a whisper. He wasn’t even sure if she could hear him.
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T i e d U p L i k e T w o S h i p s ➢ Miss Argent
“All my life I have been longing for freedom…”
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Allison loved the way he looked at her. Derek looked at her like she was the only thing in his world; he looked at her the way Allison looked at him. She rolled her eyes playfully at him, leaning her weight against the counter. “I know I didn’t have. I wanted to. I thought you could use a home cooked meal.” She told him, giving a small shrug before continuing. “You’re right…. you didn’t have…well, anything really.” She glanced around the kitchen with a smile on her face. She didn’t confirm or deny the fact that she bought everything she had used this morning. The look Derek had in his eyes when he saw her in the kitchen, realizing he had actual food ready to eat…well, that was more than enough to replace the monetary value of anything she may of have bought.
Allison’s hands found Derek’s easily, her eyes locked on the way their fingers interlaced together so perfectly before she raised her eyes to meet his. She saw the question in his eyes before he even spoke it. It was the same question, the same doubt, she had burning inside of her. They were both confused on where they stood and neither knew how to approach it. Allison sighed softly to herself, trying to figure out how to word her thoughts. “Was I scared that you were going to die?” She asked him, looking up to meet his hazel eyes again. “Yes. I was. Was it the reason I kissed you? Partially, I won’t lie to you.” She paused, letting go of one of his hands to cup his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin. “It wasn’t the only reason I kissed you. I kissed you because I wanted to.”
She gave a small laugh and shook her head. Her heart was racing in her chests and she was sure that he could hear it. “I talked to Scott while you were missing. I broke things off with him because I couldn’t stand the thought of finding you alive and not being able to be with you, Derek. “She dropped her hand again and grabbed his hand once more. “Derek, I love you, in a really, really big – pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window – way. I tried to fight it because we are not supposed to happen and I didn’t believe in things like fate but….” Her eyes found his again and for a moment, all the breath left her. “When I look at you…. there’s no place I rather be. You are my fate.”
“I kissed you because I’m in love with you and I can only hope you feel the same way because I am not Lottie. I am not Kate and I know I can be stubborn and hard headed and I know we have a lot against us but I think I’m good for you and I know you’re good for me. I want more for us.”
She couldn’t stop talking. It was embarrassing almost. Talking to Derek about how she felt was overwhelming because she felt so much for the man she used to hate. In a matter of months, Derek had gone from someone she hated to someone she loved with every fiber of her being. How could she possibly ever find the words accurate enough to explain how much she cared for Derek. I love you just didn’t seem like enough. Using their clasped hands, Allison tugged him closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist as she smiled up at him, waiting for his reaction to her confessions. She knew how Derek felt. Allison knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. Derek loved her as much as Allison did. If there had been any doubt in her before now, it was was erased the moment she saw the fire behind his eyes when she finally admitted that she was in love with him.
Torture Chamber
A mansion. Of course it was a mansion. Why would Derek assume it was anything else? What he could see through blurred eyes, it was a sight to see. The room, filled with onlookers, was surprisingly dim given that it was lit by a large chandelier directly in the center of the room. The glow remained eerie throughout a corridor that Derek found himself in. “Medieval much?” Derek spoke in a soft voice. Faint pants exited his mouth as Klaus and his army dragged his large frame through the deep hallway.
“Derek…” a voice spoke. It was familiar and despite that fact, Derek couldn’t place it. An ice cold chill ran down his spine. “It has been too long.” The voice spoke once more. He positioned his head forward to investigate. Another original, great. “When did you join the circus of cross-breed monsters, Kol?” Not another word was spoken. Instead, he received claws entering into his biceps causing Derek to wince. Kol disappeared when Derek attempted to search for him with his eyes.
A room, almost too dark to see, contained a large chain hanging from the ceiling. Hazy eyes locked onto the shackles dangling from the hanging chains. They threw him onto the solid, hard ground and shut the door. Derek cradled his aching abdomen. The wound may have healed, however, the pain remained.
“You are not playing the game properly, Derek.” The British voice startled him due to the fact that he had thought he was alone. “You attack me and I bring you so incredibly close to death that you beg to die.” Derek peered upward until he spotted the hybrid standing closely, a little too close. “Klaus…” He began only to be met with strong fingers wrapped around his neck. The man that held Derek’s life in his hands lifted him from the ground. Once he was standing, Klaus proceeded to quickly wrap rusted shackles around Derek’s wrists. He tipped sideways but was caught by the chain.
“You have failed to listen, Derek.” A smirk curled at the edge of his mouth. “Maybe you’ll listen now.” Klaus left the room. Derek lifted his head and watched as a large man entered. He took the opportunity to look around the room and spotted more torture devices than what could be found in the house of a dominatrix. Derek let out a pained whimper. It was all too real. He couldn’t be a killer, not at all. He couldn’t listen to Klaus’ demands to slaughter the world.
A deep set worry couldn’t be denied. Derek could handle this, but what if Allison were injured? How could he have left her alone in the clearing? He couldn’t handle the thought of her getting hurt. Before he even admitted his feelings toward her, Derek had been ripped away.
“Let’s have some fun.” The man standing only a few feet away huffed laugh through his nose and a smile spread across his face.
Had it been hours, days, weeks, since he had arrived? Derek couldn’t be sure. As a whip penetrated into his skin over and over, the only thought on his mind was Allison. Seeing her face in his head helped to numb his mind. Derek could feel the hot blood dripping down his shirtless torso. Would it ever end?
With that thought in mind, finally, the torture stopped. The large man exited the room and was replaced by Klaus. “Maybe now you’ll be more eager to listen.” The hybrid spoke. Derek looked to Klaus as he panted. Pain radiated throughout his entire body. He looked down for a quick second to see a puddle of blood beneath his feet.
Did Derek have any intention of listening? He was so, incredibly torn. On one hand, if he listened, Allison would be safe. It wasn’t in his beliefs to kill. Despite the fact that he had followed Klaus around as if he were a lost puppy and listened to the hybrids commands to kill, Derek was nauseated at the thought of more death.
“You’re free to go.” Klaus said finally. He freed Derek’s arms and walked away. “You might consider to answer your phone from now on. I do not enjoy home visits.” The man called out over his shoulder.
Derek fell to the ground. The chains clinked above him. After collecting himself, he bolted as quickly as he could managed and landed himself near Allison’s car. Derek collapsed. He lifted his blood coated hand in an attempt to grab her attention. “Allison?” He said, barely above a whisper. He wasn’t even sure if she could hear him.
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You know how every family has its secrets? Ours are a little different.
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that’s alright; i found a martyr in my bed tonight—
she stops my bones from wondering just who i am.
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Favorite Allison Argent hairstyles
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why-evenbother-anymore asked Allison and Scott or Stiles and Lydia?
“It’s okay. It’s perfect. I’m in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I’ll always love. I love you, Scott Mccall.”
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Allison woke up to a small stream of light coming from the large loft windows. Her eyes squinted, fighting to adjust to the brightness of the morning. She groaned in defiance before snuggling against the warm body that had her wrapped in it’s arms. Finally, she cracked her eyes open and smiled as she glanced up to see Derek’s calm and sleeping face. There was peace in his features and Allison was happy to see that he didn’t seem to be in pain.
Moving strategically, Allison managed to untangle herself from his embrace and sat up on the bed, one leg curled under her. Her eyes scanned over Derek’s body, lifting up the bandages slightly to peak at his injuries. On the outside, they seemed to have healed almost all the way but she was sure they were still sore. Once she was convinced that he was okay, Allison glanced around the loft. It was quiet, peaceful….or at least it was until her stomach gave a fierce growl .
She knew from experience and observation that Derek didn’t have cooking anything. The bags of take out she had previously seen were proof enough. Glancing back at Derek, Allison made up her mind. She was going to cook him breakfast, hoping it would lift his spirits and part of her – if she was being honest- just wanted to take care of him.
Moving stealthily to avoid waking him up, Allison managed to get up and leave the loft for a quick shopping trip. When she came back from the grocery store, it was only about nine in the morning and Derek was still asleep. It didn’t surprise her much because of the extent of his injuries. His body was still trying to recover and would probably still keep him asleep for a couple of more hours.
Before cooking, Allison needed a shower. She was still covered in dirt and some dried blood from yesterday and she felt gross. Besides, Derek and her were in an odd middle ground right now and she wanted to at the very least smell clean to the man she finally admitted to loving. Stealing a pair of sweatpants and a black tee from Derek’s closet, Allison jumped in his shower and quickly washed up.
About an hour later, Allison’s hair was air drying as she finished up with the bacon on the stove. Beside her were two plates with eggs and toast and Derek’s brand new coffee maker was brewing a fresh pot coffee. She placed equal part of bacon on the plates and had just taken a bite of her toast when she heard her name coming from the bedroom. She saw him make his way to the kitchen and smiled at him as she chewed. He looked better and it calmed the anxiety she had been harboring. “Morning. I thought you could use some real food to help you recover.” She leaned against the counter and watched him approach, suddenly feeling insecure.
Last night, they had been vulnerable. Actually, every night they ever had any type of romantic encounter – be it spoken or physical, like their kisses – there had always been some kind of extreme emotion propelling their action. Now, in the bright light of a new morning, there was nothing holding them to the unspoken words between them. She ached for a good morning kiss - to be able to run her fingers through his hair as he lifted her on the counter with the knowledge that Derek was hers as he kissed her. But right now, Allison didn’t know where they stood. She didn’t know if he wanted the same things she did so she opted to just meet his gaze, a twinkle in her eyes and smiled at him.
Torture Chamber
A mansion. Of course it was a mansion. Why would Derek assume it was anything else? What he could see through blurred eyes, it was a sight to see. The room, filled with onlookers, was surprisingly dim given that it was lit by a large chandelier directly in the center of the room. The glow remained eerie throughout a corridor that Derek found himself in. “Medieval much?” Derek spoke in a soft voice. Faint pants exited his mouth as Klaus and his army dragged his large frame through the deep hallway.
“Derek…” a voice spoke. It was familiar and despite that fact, Derek couldn’t place it. An ice cold chill ran down his spine. “It has been too long.” The voice spoke once more. He positioned his head forward to investigate. Another original, great. “When did you join the circus of cross-breed monsters, Kol?” Not another word was spoken. Instead, he received claws entering into his biceps causing Derek to wince. Kol disappeared when Derek attempted to search for him with his eyes.
A room, almost too dark to see, contained a large chain hanging from the ceiling. Hazy eyes locked onto the shackles dangling from the hanging chains. They threw him onto the solid, hard ground and shut the door. Derek cradled his aching abdomen. The wound may have healed, however, the pain remained.
“You are not playing the game properly, Derek.” The British voice startled him due to the fact that he had thought he was alone. “You attack me and I bring you so incredibly close to death that you beg to die.” Derek peered upward until he spotted the hybrid standing closely, a little too close. “Klaus…” He began only to be met with strong fingers wrapped around his neck. The man that held Derek’s life in his hands lifted him from the ground. Once he was standing, Klaus proceeded to quickly wrap rusted shackles around Derek’s wrists. He tipped sideways but was caught by the chain.
“You have failed to listen, Derek.” A smirk curled at the edge of his mouth. “Maybe you’ll listen now.” Klaus left the room. Derek lifted his head and watched as a large man entered. He took the opportunity to look around the room and spotted more torture devices than what could be found in the house of a dominatrix. Derek let out a pained whimper. It was all too real. He couldn’t be a killer, not at all. He couldn’t listen to Klaus’ demands to slaughter the world.
A deep set worry couldn’t be denied. Derek could handle this, but what if Allison were injured? How could he have left her alone in the clearing? He couldn’t handle the thought of her getting hurt. Before he even admitted his feelings toward her, Derek had been ripped away.
“Let’s have some fun.” The man standing only a few feet away huffed laugh through his nose and a smile spread across his face.
Had it been hours, days, weeks, since he had arrived? Derek couldn’t be sure. As a whip penetrated into his skin over and over, the only thought on his mind was Allison. Seeing her face in his head helped to numb his mind. Derek could feel the hot blood dripping down his shirtless torso. Would it ever end?
With that thought in mind, finally, the torture stopped. The large man exited the room and was replaced by Klaus. “Maybe now you’ll be more eager to listen.” The hybrid spoke. Derek looked to Klaus as he panted. Pain radiated throughout his entire body. He looked down for a quick second to see a puddle of blood beneath his feet.
Did Derek have any intention of listening? He was so, incredibly torn. On one hand, if he listened, Allison would be safe. It wasn’t in his beliefs to kill. Despite the fact that he had followed Klaus around as if he were a lost puppy and listened to the hybrids commands to kill, Derek was nauseated at the thought of more death.
“You’re free to go.” Klaus said finally. He freed Derek’s arms and walked away. “You might consider to answer your phone from now on. I do not enjoy home visits.” The man called out over his shoulder.
Derek fell to the ground. The chains clinked above him. After collecting himself, he bolted as quickly as he could managed and landed himself near Allison’s car. Derek collapsed. He lifted his blood coated hand in an attempt to grab her attention. “Allison?” He said, barely above a whisper. He wasn’t even sure if she could hear him.
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