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Like every small town, there are myths and legends that float around. Were the Native Americans right when they said a dark entity had found its home in the center of an abandoned mine?

Anything is possible, but they are just myths and legends. Right?

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  "A seventh grader with the body of like an god."

"If your body is like a God's then mines their muse."

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  "What if I go to save my mom and I can’t save Stiles?" He asked, turning to face the other.  "I just…I don’t want either of them to die Allison." Scott said, biting his lip.  "Maybe we should go to the Cemetery together and then find out where Stiles is." He said, not sure what the right thing to do was. 

Part of Allison wished she could share her cool confidence with the Alpha but it seemed it was something Scott would have to learn on his own. "We're find them both and save them both, I promise." Reaching for his hand she intertwined their fingers and squeezed tightly.

"We're go together and see what we find."

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"Maybe just a bit.”

"Well then that's what I'm giving you, a challenge."

  "It’s got nothing to do with werewolf reflexes, actually. It’s all in the wrist, especially when you play with Stiles; at that point you have to learn to keep up with his brain processing."

Scott groaned as the twelve year old chatter was more acutely heard by his own ears. He really wished he could shoot their pixelated characters, but sadly friendly fire was off.

"Forget the shotgun! Just get back beside me!" He said, backing himself into a corner with his Olympia.

Allison groans inwardly as Scott once again has to save her ass. Talk about letting video playing girls down everywhere.

"I swear next round I totally got this." As reassuring as her tone is she knows that actually beating Scott's kill count was probably not gonna happen. But his head shots? Oh she could beat that.

"Come with me to get the shot gun? I don't wanna die buying the thing."

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Isaac couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment about Irish men, his shoulders shrugging though as he looked over at her. “Well –- I don’t entirely know the answer to that. I’m not sure if I get angry easily or not.” He smiled, wondering where in the world she had gotten that source from cause he didn’t even know that was a thing.

"It is what is, Allison. No point in getting angry."

It was true, he wasn’t angry that she had said no -– it would have definitely been something extremely stupid to get mad about. The curly headed male had taken a shot, not expecting her to say yes.

"Okay--" She mutters, her words trailing off as leads him towards the old metal machine. "So this is Sparky as I like to call him, and he's a complete piece of junk." Putting a little to much effort into lightening the mood but hey, couldn't blame a girl for trying.

"Do you want something to drink? I have water or juice?" She would've offered him a piece but the beverage was no longer allowed in her apartment for certain reasons.

"I also think I have some stale nacho cheese chips if you want those as well?"

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  "Lies and slander!"

"I swear your maturity level is that off a seventh grader."

  Jeremy turned back to her from the middle of the living room, watching where she stood. She seemed nice enough, just out of place. And she was a hunter, but it wasn’t just that… “Yeah, totally. And if, I mean, since you don’t have a room tonight, I can ask Ric if you can stay here. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take my bed— it’s a good mattress; you’d sleep well.” Stop blabbering. “Um, did you want anything to drink? While we wait?”

Allison glanced up at him before brushing back a few strands of hair that had managed to come lose from her braid. "If you wouldn't mind but I can sleep on the couch, I'm not some girl you have to impress Jeremy." She replies with a light shrug before perking up at his offer of a drink. "Do you have any juice? Weird request I know but I've been on the road and haven't had any juice in like four days." Call up the juice alcoholics anonymous because she was in fact addicted. 

                      IGNORANT, perhaps she was not such a thing, but it was an important thing to note that there had been a fair few times someone had tried their, decidedly pointless, hand at besting him — whether ignorant to his close-to-complete-immortality or not. And hunters, well, they weren’t always the most level-minded of people when it came down to it. A lot were rather narrow-minded instead, fixated solely on the next “evil” thing in their path and how they were to kill it. So, it would be quite refreshing to meet one who kept their head.

                    At least this little Allison knew that if it came down to it there would be no match held between them. Delusions were fun to play with at times, but it got a little tiring meeting people who thought they could take him on just so long as it was the right, and lucky, day. Nothing could kill him but one specific stake that no one would be getting their hands on, and finding a witch with enough power to take down an Original was both a rare and dangerous find — for all intents and purposes, Kol and his siblings were immortal.

                    There was no point in anyone trying to end that for them — whether their feats over the centuries rivalled that of well-known serial killers or no. Be quiet and move right along now, darlings.

                    And quick as a cat: Kol caught the young girl’s hand up and his spine danced smoothly into a graceful bow. Soft, cool lips pressing delicately against the skin of her hand — his dark eyes glancing up through similar lashes as a slow, charming smile spreads itself a home across his lips.

                    ❛It has certainly been a pleasure meeting you, Allison Argent… ❜

A cool shiver ran over her skin as the Original's lips met the backside of her hand. Though it wasn't the kind of shiver that left you wanting more but instead the kind that promised of danger and dark alleyways you'd never leave.

Give a man centuries to live and it seemed proven that they'd learn to live them right.

"A man with such a legacy would of course buy a girl a drink while sharing some of his stories?" She prompts bringing her bottom lip in between and working it silently for a moment.

After all she was in fact tangoing with a male who could be considered the Devil or at least close to it. From what she'd heard and read Kol Mikaelson was almost as bad as his brother when it came to women and mischievous. They preferred leaving behind trails of confusion, body parts and a lack of blood. But it wasn't like she was an unknowing individual, in fact she was a fully knowledgable huntress who could handle a bow better than almost anyone.

"I can't promise I'll be half as interesting as you but still I have a lot to gain from an evening out with you. Not to mention Damon Salvatore will pitch a fit about it. He'll come to the sort of conclusion that as my vampire mentor he just isn't doing his job. properly which will be hilarious." Her tone had switched for just a moment, become slightly more childish as it lifted with an excited ring.

Proper, must remain prim and proper. That was if Kol would take her seriously at all. Considering her young age and status as a mortal will the chances will slim. But still she was going to be putting her best foot forward when it came to effort. After all the best way to learn was by watching and listening. 

  "Touch my shirt with your greasy hands and you’ll lose them. This is one of my favorites." He warns, sinking into the cushions next to the brunette. Turning to the screen, he hands her the bowl after taking a handful of delightful buttery goodness for himself. "You know, I don’t think I’ve seen this since I bought the dvd a few years ago."

"That's because you never had an awesome friend like me  to watch it with on a weekly biases." She retorts tossing a popcorn kernel up in the air and catching it with her mouth. "And I won't touch the shirt--oh wait." Reaching across she places her clean hand against his shirt and drags it down playfully. "Oops."