[Allison lets out a scream of her own, dropping her bow and falling to her knees at the sound that comes out of Lydia's mouth. She'd heard Lydia scream, but never like this before, not with that kind of...raw power. It hurts like hell, even was she clamps her hands over her ears...she could only imagine what it was doing to the boys, to the thing in front of her...
The thing that now had a name: vampire.
On her hands and knees, Allison lifted her head to watch it suffer. The blood leaking out of its ears, the expression on its face...in that moment, she was back in Beacon Hills Preserve, watching her arrows fly into Boyd, one by one with clean, steady precision.
The joy she'd felt then was cold, contained. Clinical.
Right now, she can feel herself laughing, because she can't be certain she's actually hearing it.
She's close now, so she crawls towards the vampire as Lydia's scream finally dies, watching his face with open joy. Rocking back on her heels, she reaches for one of the ring daggers at her back.]
How does it feel to become a banshee's bitch, you bloodsucking asshole?
[Spam - Allison | Lydia | Jerry]
The thing that now had a name: vampire.
On her hands and knees, Allison lifted her head to watch it suffer. The blood leaking out of its ears, the expression on its face...in that moment, she was back in Beacon Hills Preserve, watching her arrows fly into Boyd, one by one with clean, steady precision.
The joy she'd felt then was cold, contained. Clinical.
Right now, she can feel herself laughing, because she can't be certain she's actually hearing it.
She's close now, so she crawls towards the vampire as Lydia's scream finally dies, watching his face with open joy. Rocking back on her heels, she reaches for one of the ring daggers at her back.]
How does it feel to become a banshee's bitch, you bloodsucking asshole?