when the party's over (??????? ??????)

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?

ALLISON'S BEDROOM DOOR BURSTS OPEN as the two girls stumble inside, their lips not detaching from one another the entire time. Her back hits the wall and Charlotte's eyes flutter shut, breathing a sigh of bliss as kisses trail down the side of her neck and her hands entangle into the dark-haired girl's curls. Allison pulls away and stares at the girl before her, her breathing slightly heavy. "I love you so much," she whispers.

Charlotte softly smiles at her and she reaches her hands out to cup Allison's cheeks. "Stop talking," she murmurs in response.

When their lips lock again, the heat and lust is still there but this time it's more evident of the love they share for each another. Charlotte's hands ghost down Allison's waist and land on her hips as she makes an effort to pull their bodies closer, even though it's physically not possible. The blonde's back is removed from the wall and the pair of girls slowly back over to the. Charlotte's eyes open and slowly pulls back. Allison looks at her in confusion and giggles when she's pushed back onto the mattress.

Observing the girl sprawled out before her, her cheeks flushed rosy and her hair spread out like a halo, Charlotte shakes her head in disbelief. With her legs on either side of Allison's body, she leans down to softly kiss her. "You know, I always wondered if this would happen."

Their foreheads gently rest on each other's, both of them slightly panting for breath. Allison tucks a strand of hair behind Charlotte's ear, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" she questions.

"You and me. I guess I just never thought it would actually work out. It still feels like I'm in one big dream."

A few silent moments pass as they stare at each other, then a small smile pulls at Allison's lips. "I think we're meant to be together," she says quietly.

"What? Like soulmates?"

Allison nods. "Yeah, I think so. I think you're my soulmate."

In response, Charlotte returns the smile and Allison wraps her arms around her neck to pull her back down, reconnecting their lips. Charlotte's eyes widen when they suddenly flip and she huffs a laugh at how she's now the one on her back. But before she can construct a reply, butterfly kisses are planted along her stomach line and a quiet moan leaves her mouth.

However, Allison abruptly pulls away. Charlotte frowns at the loss of contact and her eyes slowly open. "Hey, are you okay?" Her eyes widen in alarm as a sharp blade is quickly pressed up against her throat. "Okay, as hot as I find this, can we talk about-"

"Shut up," Allison hisses. "Just leave me alone!"

Charlotte takes notice of the anger in the girl's eyes and her heart begins to beat faster. She's serious. The banshee reaches out to grab onto Allison's outstretched wrists and tries her best to ignore the stinging pain at her throat, instead focusing on trying to get Allison to snap out of whatever she's experiencing. "Hey, baby, it's not real," she speaks firmly. "Allison! Hey, it's just you and me."

Her chocolate eyes leave the girl's face and dart around the room in paranoia and fear. Once Charlotte's sure she's let her guard down, she pries the ring dagger out of Allison's fingers and throws it onto the carpet. At the action, Allison's eyes snap back to Charlotte. Her lips part in shock when she notices the beads of blood on the blonde's throat and her hands fly up to cover her mouth as she scrambles back off the bed. "Oh, my God, what happened? What did I do? Did I do that?"

Charlotte's features soften at just how horrified Allison is. She didn't know what she was doing. She slowly moves over to the huntress pacing around the room. "Alli," she calls out. When Charlotte receives no reply, she grabs onto the girl's hands and places a finger under her chin to lift her head. Their eyes meet and a tear drops down Allison's cheek. "What did you see?" she questions her softly. "What happened?"

She hesitates, her eyes casting to the floor in an attempt to avoid direct contact. "I- Kate..."

Charlotte's eyebrows draw together in confusion. "Kate?" she repeats.

"She... I've been seeing her. She's either been trying to kill me, has killed me, or killed you."

The blonde-haired girl's eyes widen and she tries to ignore the fact Allison is seeing her dead aunt. Her first priority is to provide her with comfort. "Seeing? As in this has happened more than once?"

"Yeah," Allison whispers. She lets herself be pulled back onto her bed and she immediately cuddles into Charlotte's side.

"It's just a hallucination, it's not real, okay?"

Allison tilts her head slightly to get a glimpse of the girl's face. "But why now? Why her?"

"Well, Deaton did say that you guys would experience side effects from the whole, well, dying thing," Charlotte begins. "Maybe this is one of them?"

"If it is, it's getting worse." Allison sucks in a sharp breath. "I just tried to kill you."

"I think the more important matter is, if you're experiencing this, then are Scott and Stiles as well?"