Changing Patterns

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    Scott takes the offered bottle back and puts it in his drawer. "Thank you." The wolf mutters softly.

    "What for?" Was Stiles's answer as he stood up and smiled, turning towards the door.

    "Sticking with me. With everything."

    Stiles smiled lightly, facing the door with a hand on the handle. "Only thank me if you'll do the same."

    "... Thank you, Stiles." Scott says after a small break in sound. Stiles's smile deepened as he pushed open the door and stepped out, closing the door behind him lightly with a soft sigh.

    Stiles turned back down the hall, watching his feet and stuffing his hands in his pockets. The boy pauses as he looks up. A shocked turn in his brow as he study's the figure before his, hidden in the shadows as it bowed slightly over the balcony railing. The figures head turns to stiles and reveals a woman, to tall to be Lydia, to dressed to be Cora, long curly hair instead of chopped short like Malia's own.

    "Allison?" Stiles questions lightly, Head tilting to the side as he takes a step forward.

    "S-stiles hey," she starts. The woman turns her head back to the balcony, looking over it. "I just couldn't sleep, I'm fine."

    Stiles pauses again and pinches his brow further. Sure to be crease lines when his face relaxed. "You sure, you sound, I don't know..." the human took another step forward, Allison's head turning slightly toward him before snapping away.

"I just- god I feel sick you know. Just my stomach is bugging me and my head won't shut up. I'm fine." The woman stated more thoroughly as she flashes a quick smile toward stiles and bows her head over the railing once again.

Stiles nods certainly not convinced as he shifted direction to starts walking behind her. The human passes Allison easily, a cautious eye watching his family like friend who seems to be sick. Stiles makes his way quickly back to Derek's room after the odd encounter, while Allison warily leaned her head and chest over the rail. The woman pants lightly and uncomfortably. She had woken up sweaty and struggling to breath, rolling over in her bed as she coughs and feels her stomach twist in ways it normally wouldn't.

    Allison had practically thrown herself from her bed and barreled to the bathroom, with all likeliness waking a wolf or two. The dark brunette fell to her knees in front of the tub, leaning her chest over the edge and gagging up her lunch. Then coughing and feeling an acidic burn in her throat before another gag like feeling came. Her chest heaved uncontrollably, her air ways blocked, and tears know pouring from her eyes as she gags again. This time bringing up something Sticky, red, clotted, and iron tasted.

    Allison retched out her guts with a sickly strong regurgitation of blood. Her eyes pinched shut as the blood poured. Seconds of breath before continuing, seconds to taste before her throat burned, seconds to cry as she watched herself— bleed out. Allison's dark curls that hung over her shoulder weighed down to add an inch to her hair length, dripping at its ends with red blood. Her face was pale and fingers shook, her heart beat rapidly, though an odd slowing took over her heart rate.

    Allison gasped and panted and leaned further over the edge with her eyes pinched closed as her mouth hung ajar. She let tears slip and her mind jump from place to place. But the woman already knew. She'd thought it nothing. The attack was simple, and she got herself and some others out as quickly as possible. Though of course not without a fight. She'd thought she won, but looking back, looking to the man's face as he backed off of her with a stab to his neck. The man's grin, King, the leader of the blood brigand. Allison was bit in the process that morning. And when she returned, Erica had been..

    Allison shook her head and let a silent sob escape her lips in a breaking moment. She'd held on so tight to the possibility. She held on to the fact that he'd run into bone and not muscle. She held onto the thought that blood exchange was how vampires were turned. So why is this different. Why is she gagging up her own blood and not able to eat? Why is she turning into a monster that doesn't sleep, or feel, doesn't pump blood through her heart or have body heat? Another soft sob sounded in the quiet echoey bathroom. Allison inhaled sharply and blew out through her mouth slowly.

    The woman copied the motion despite her losing need. She focused on herself despite the hate to do so. And she listened to herself. Her slow breathing, her ears ringing, and mind rushing. But also on the easy breaths, slow, slow heart beat, and gently rattle of her shaking fingers on the bathtub rim. Allison gathered herself quickly and pushed back, falling to her bottom and pushing back till she hit her back against the sink cabinet. The woman tugged her knees up to her chest, squeezing tight and panting another cry like sob as he lets her head fall down to her knees. Allison breaths softly and thinks.

    'I can't tell anyone...  Allison settles on. Her strict worry of people hating her too strong to rely on. Anything or anyone. Although she also decided on speaking to Deaton about how a human is turned and what the full process is. Under the gauze of knowing where to cover from their bites and knowing to avoid any vamp blood after a bite. Though that also terrified the woman just as much. Whichever the case, or whichever way she went, Allison sighed and rolled her fingers along her thigh. She needed air. The woman stood up and moved out of the bathroom, planning to shower away whatever remained in the tub.

    Allison only made it to the railing before Scott's door popped open, and out came the owners best friend, a small smile like grin playing across his lips as he stared down at his feet.

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