[Allison was doing...better after her breakdown in the CES. The constant, blazing fury had tempered some. Now it's more a constant burn, one that reminds her of the way Derek described his condition to her. The guilt, the grief...it's a little more difficult to handle. It's a process, a daily one, and combined with the constant desire to lash out...
She keeps in touch with her pack. She sees Lydia every day. She pours all her energy into basic training, and she tries to spend at least one night a week sleeping in Isaac's cabin, just to be close to him. She's trying to focus less on hunting and more on healing, piecing herself together so she can be better for the pack.
Allison is actually proud of how well she's doing...until the day she leaves her cabin to go and visit her rabbit, and runs into Jerry in the corridor, just leaving the infirmary.
He's bandaged. He's wounded still...and yet she trembles. Not with fear, but with the effort it takes to fight her own desires.
To strike. To maim. To kill.
Frozen before him in the middle of the corridor, her expression is hard as she looks him over, the start of a sneer distorting the line of her mouth. Deep down, there's actually a part of her that almost feels sorry for him, for the human being he'd been once upon a time...before that human being had died at the hands of another vampire. Bandages and wounds, they give him the illusion of humanity, of frailty...not unlike a werewolf using a blind man's cane.
Like Deucalion, however, Allison knows that it's nothing more than an illusion. She will not make the mistake of trusting him, even if pity and self preservation have strengthened her self control some.]
Golly. You don't look so good. [Her tone is cold, but still heavy with sarcasm.]
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She keeps in touch with her pack. She sees Lydia every day. She pours all her energy into basic training, and she tries to spend at least one night a week sleeping in Isaac's cabin, just to be close to him. She's trying to focus less on hunting and more on healing, piecing herself together so she can be better for the pack.
Allison is actually proud of how well she's doing...until the day she leaves her cabin to go and visit her rabbit, and runs into Jerry in the corridor, just leaving the infirmary.
He's bandaged. He's wounded still...and yet she trembles. Not with fear, but with the effort it takes to fight her own desires.
To strike. To maim. To kill.
Frozen before him in the middle of the corridor, her expression is hard as she looks him over, the start of a sneer distorting the line of her mouth. Deep down, there's actually a part of her that almost feels sorry for him, for the human being he'd been once upon a time...before that human being had died at the hands of another vampire. Bandages and wounds, they give him the illusion of humanity, of frailty...not unlike a werewolf using a blind man's cane.
Like Deucalion, however, Allison knows that it's nothing more than an illusion. She will not make the mistake of trusting him, even if pity and self preservation have strengthened her self control some.]
Golly. You don't look so good. [Her tone is cold, but still heavy with sarcasm.]