We have a code

She knew she was rambling, and she knew she sounded like an idiot, randomly speaking to him and talking to him as if all he had to do in his spare time was talk to her, which in her mind, was a ridiculous thought, She took a breath when commanded which calmed herself down quite a bit. "Sorry." The word slipped from her like her saneness was doing. "I... I think I'm crazy." That word also slipped, she wanted to re-word it when she had thought about it but it seemed her lips were working faster than her brain was doing. "I-I'm sorry it wasn't meant to come out that way. I just think, what's happening to me, Scott and Stiles is creating my head to spin. I just don't know what I'm meant to do - I can't help anyone. I can't help myself."

She felt like he was attempting to pull back his explanation, clearly he had noticed her shift backwards, figured it was something more than just shock. Allison took a breath, recalled the last few seconds and stayed calm - something she hadn't been able to do for a while now. "Isaac, listen to me." Despite her shock, Allison took a step forward, closer to him than she had been before her shock, "I know you won't believe this or- you do, but some part of you still believes your dreams are real, but they're not. I'm not fading away, I'm not going anywhere. I promise you that, okay?"

'Almost Allison' Allison shuddered at the words, how could she have allowed that to happen? Lydia was the first person who stayed with Allison, if any of her other friends found out she was a werewolf hunter, they sure would have sprinted away. Allison's mind kept repeating the strawberry blondes facial expression when Allison's arrow was caught right by her forehead by Isaac. It turned her stomach and forced ever fibre in her body to burn. "Almost..." A hushed whisper repeated from the girls lips. "How...How are you not afraid of me?" Allison studied the girl in front of her, her blood boiling and her throat choking up at ever word. "I couldn't abandon you. You had no one to help you, it was my duty as a best friend." A small smile stretched across the perfectly glossed lips of the brunette. "Thank you."

Hearing the knocks on the door, she rushed down the stairs and opened the door. “Finally. You’re going to need a few drinks before you understand what I have to tell you.

Once the door had whipped open, a smooth smile slipped up the corners of the brunette’s mouth - shoulders back, yet her posture calm. She allowed a chuckle to escape her smiling lips before replying, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Even Allison had been a little breathless after her explanation, shocked that she had even admitted it - of course, Lydia must have known about Allison aiming almost ever weapon the brunette had at Lydia, only if she was with her though, of course. It wasn't just her this extremely dangerous occurrence had been brought out - she had pointed a gun at Isaac once, but she was able to snap out of it before she had pressed down the trigger. But unfortunately, through her experience with Lydia, she hadn't been so fortunate - the only luck she had on her side was Isaac catching the arrow before it had hit Lydia. "...You shouldn't." Her leaky voice spilled out, she was surprised she had even spoke those two words, "Lydia, you almost died because of me. If Isaac hadn't been there..." A salty tear strolled down her cheek once again, peering down at the floor unable to look the strawberry blonde in the eyes, "I would have killed you." A sharper, more stronger voice was coming out now - regaining her strength to push out the power in her words, her head steadied up once more. "How can you trust that I wouldn't kill you, if I don't even know where I am half the time, let alone know what I'm doing."

"We need to regroup with Stiles and Scott.. just so they know it’s been happening to you too. Just — don’t cry. I know it’s hard not to right now, but it’s better to be strong than let her know that she’s breaking you. Where have you been seeing her?"

"No." A shot reply spat from the brunette, her hands shaking as much as her words did. She stared into her best friends eyes with plead, "I couldn't do that to them. Why should I make them aware of the shit I'm going through when they're going through their own? And besides, I couldn't let Scott know how frequently I'm seeing Kate...He'd worry. I don't want him to do that." 

Without her head telling them to do so, her legs took a small step back once she head him. An expression of confusion spread over her pale face as her cheeks awkwardly began to warm. Despite how weird it sounded and her moment of shock, Allison made sure Isaac didn't feel any regret from telling her this. "I fade?" The questioned, "Can you elaborate?"

As soon as his hand touched hers, Allison's body ran cold - after all this time, Scott still had the power to made her body cold and her heart race by just one touch. Allison shut her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in and adjusting to his touch like she used to. "But I'm fine, Scott," The brunette lied through a small mumble, "I'm more worried about you." Her eyelids lifted open as his lips touched her forehead, a small smile placed over her lips. Despite her current attempts to make him believe that she was fine, she allowed a "Thank you." Whisper slip from her perfectly glossed lips.

Allison licked her dry lips as she approached Isaac a little more, her heart in her chest thumped madly in fear but she didn't allow it to express through her features on her face. "It's a little...I just need to talk to someone." She explained, clutching onto her History books. "I can't speak to Lydia, Scott or Stiles because Scott and Stiles are going through difficult things too, and Lydia-Lydia's already tried to help me out way too much." Her eyes had fallen to the ground beneath her boots. "So, that leaves the only person I can trust with things," Her dark eyes lifted up and fell on Isaac's, "You."