I had taken the day off of school. Lucifer was whining all day so I sent him back to hell for a while. He needed to go there sometimes, something about recharging his power. But I on the other hand, was quite angry. It was starting to get hard to control my shift. 

So once nightfall hit, I jogged to the hospital. I wasn't bringing Melissa her food. No, I felt way to angry to be nice to her this time. She had lied to me for years. I lost everything in that fire... 

The receptionist, after some 'persuision' gave me the room of Peter Hale and I went right up. It wasn't like I didn't know the whole hospital by heart. I was in here a lot as a child, especially after mom died. 

I finally found his room, opening the door slightly and taking a look around. There, in the middle of the room, sat a man in a wheelchair. Half of his face covered in severe burns, with brown-almost lifeless eyes, and auburn brown curls that didn't match with the face. 

He had certainly grown up from teen cute to adult hot. Dean would slap me right now. I had this thing, I didn't date, but when I took someone out it was usually my age. I did tend to flirt with older guys. Sam called it 'Daddy issues'. I laughed at it every time. 

I gently placed a hand on him burnt one and whispered: "I don't know if you can hear me, but... I promise you. I'll avenge what was done too us, no matter what. The Argent Family, will not survive my wrath. Not after they killed Talia and Laura and the rest of the Hales in that house. I swear on my dead mothers grave." 

My eyes started watering but I quickly wiped it away. I could not break down, not now. Not when there was so much that had to be done. 

Lifting my hand. I saw a struggling finger lift, slowly tapping twice. I guess that meant he could hear me. That was when a nurse walked in and scolded me for being in there, saying it was not visiting hours. 

I threatened her and she said that she'd call Melissa if I didn't leave. I sighed and left. Throwing an envelope of cash for their bills. My signature on it, no winky face or silly message like I used to. I felt too betrayed. 

 I just happed to arrive home just as Dad leaves with Stiles. I overheard Jackson's name and that video store in the same sentance and made a run for it. It wasn't even funny anymore. I was starting to wonder why werewolves were attacking my friends. 

Seeing Jackson, I ran over and heard him talk trash about dad. As much as I would love to add to it, dad wasn't that bad. He loved Stiles, he tried with me. I mean we were avoiding each other because of the last fight where I was the one to flip a table because of my anger. But at least he tried. 

He even left me a messange that I will never admit is neatly folded in my desk. '10/10, loved the omelate. Thanks! <3' 

"Jackass!" I yelled from behind the two. Making both jump slightly. From what I could tell, Jackson was scared shitless, so was Lydia but they were to obsessed with their reputations to let anyone see it. 

Jackson smiled slightly at me and I frowned. Then turned to dad, "You wont get anything else out of him. He's a complicated case." Dad, surprised that I started talking to him again, nodded and let us go. 

Jackson was shaken up, someone else had volenteeted to take Lydia home-most likely Stiles. So I took his keys and drove him home. Luckily for me, Mrs. and Mr. Whitmore loved me. They even volenteered that I stay the night, it was obvious Jackson and I would never be more than friends. He kept me centered while I made sure he didn't die from supernatural causes. 

I politely diclined the offer and jogged home, I never really liked sleeping. I couldn't dream so it was worthless. Plus I had figured out that I could go 2 days and 7 hours without sleeping, that is without it taking a very bad effect on myself. 

Sam did say that he'd personally torture me if I did someting like that again. Then Dean said he'd kill Sam and bring him back again if he so much as touched me. 

They made me feel good, normal even, when I was with them, dispite the urges, it was quite normal for our family to be a bit messed up. I liked it, with them I didn't feel like I had to be someone I was not. They knew everything about me... good, bad, and everything in between. 

I could not love them more for that. It wasn't easy loving a kid you find repeatingly stabbing an high power demon. In my defense, I wasn't any normal kid and they loved me for it. I giggled when Sam hit his head, I laughed when Dean was too short to get something. I fought against bed time, eating salad(ages 9-14), eating tomato and onions(always), and for 2 months I didn't eat junkfood(Trying to prove a point which i did). 

Dean was impressed by my taste in music until he realised that it varied with my mood. Sam liked my happier music and he liked my 'hunter mode' music. Most of it anyway. 

So Dean decided I get to play music if I was with them, it was funny because when Sam suggested a song he always said, and I quote: "Driver chooses the music, shotgun shuts his pie hole." That always made him want pie. Which lead to him begging me to make him an apple one. At the time, I was about 13, so my price was private lessons with the shotgun and a turn to ride Baby. God how much both of us loved that car was both hilarious and concerning.  

My thoughts had stopped when I got back home. I wasn't really tired, so I decided to do my homework in advance. Especially since it was parent teacher day tomorrow. I had to attend school on that day. That was the deal I made with our principle. 

So, I was going to wear my most innocent look for tomorrow. I started cleaning a bit, cleaned dad's gun and badge. Washed the laundry, did the dishes Stiles was supposed to do last night and payed the bills. 

Hacking into dad's accounts were easy since he kept the passwords all the same as his phones one. And his phones one was our birth year. 

I smiled at the memory of Sam and Dean teaching me how to hack. Sam was good with research and Dean was a good spotter, I was the tech geek between the three of us. I loved finding files we needed from restricted places on the web. 

I remembered coming back from the 'vacation' with them and teaching Danny the basics. We had similar interests at the time, including boys. Though I was not willing to date, I was willing to help him with his boy problems. 

Danny was the only other person who knew why Jackson and I were so close. Why we seemed to be the only ones to calm each other down, Danny was our stable friend. Which is ironic because he isn't stable. And together, our trio would go to the depths of hell for each other. Figuratively. I would never let them even touch a fragment of the pain and suffering that came with actual hell. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my alarm going off. I quickly got dressed in my previously picked outfit and made toast. I was driving to school today, but I needed to get something. A strong wolfsbane, yellow monkshood, and a silenced pistol for silenced killing. I wasn't taking any chances with Kate in town. Maybe she would try and finish the job. I wasn't going to let her kill the only possible resemblance to a memory I had of the Hales. 

I had set up an alert for anyone checking in or out of the place. Apart from his nurse and camatose Peter himself. They had to get him cleaned somehow. 

The school day actually went by quite easily and quickly. That may have to do with Jackson's fun, let's fight someone mood and the absence of the two people in the school I liked the least.

Those two were gonna be in big trouble. 

Dad arrived shortly after school, so did Mama McCall and Allison's parents. 

I glanced in her direction. She frowned. I always hugged her when I saw her. It wasn't that I didn't like hugs, I wanted them from specific people. My heart partially ached to hug her as she asked dad to join in on my meetings. 

My meetings went fast, they were all the same. "Apart from the regular urge to fight someone and her forfulling those urges with great violence. Alex is one of our brightest. Rivalling with Lydia Martin in ways no other student does. She posesses great leadership qualities and is very bright. Her extra curricular activity, lacrosse, is a great thing to add to her resume and maybe focus on her anger. Other than that, and the constant visits to the nurse of others on her behalf, we have no problem with your daughter Sheriff." 

I rolled my eyes at dad's side eyes. Melissa on the otherhand seemed proud. She always was when the news was good. And that was good news. My anger was a usual, a given, so nobody could really be startled by it. 

Dad had to go in for Stiles next, whilst Melissa went for Scott. 

When Scott and Allison did arrive, it was dark out and Melissa was pissed. Luckily this was cut short by a growling animal going around the parking lot. People were being stupid and running around. A car almost hit Allison, sadly, Scott saved her. Then I took out my gun and aimed at the rapidly moving beast. 

Only for my instincts to say otherwise, I saw dad about to get hit by a car and moved him out of the was just as the animal was about to attack Mr. Argent. As I got hit by said car, taking most of the damage, rather than dad having it, I shot a single shot at it, slowing it enough for the Argent hunter to kill the animal, even though my shot pierced it's heart. 

Struggling to get up, I pulled myself to the side. And lifted my shirt. My ribs were very much broken but they'd heal quickly. Melissa came to help but I refused it. And used Jackson to help me up. He did so without hesitation then lifted my shirt up slightly. My ribs were healed-as I said- just bruised purple. My ankle was also sprained. 

I felt the ankle heal quick but kept limping to keep up the act of a human  as I approached Argent and dad. 

"You might not want to run those bullets." Argent said to dad. 

"Why? You are licenced, right?" dad asked, making him nod and say: "But your daughter might not be." Dad looked at me, narrowing his eyes. 

I took out the pistol and my phone. "Got it as a well done, I killed a massive Eland." 

Dad rolled his eyes and said: "Those cousins of yours and their hunting." 

"Hunting, like in shooting dear?" Argent asked. 

"Yup! Love me some family time with them!" I cut dad off, giving him a look to tell him dad doesn't know.

"Alexandria!" Jackson yelled, seeing me with Argent and dad. 

"Jackson Gordon Whittmore! Don't you ever call me by my full name again!" I sneered at him. He took a look at the gun in my hand and at the mountan loin. Clearly seeing which shot was mine. He held his hands up in defense and said:  "Nice shot. Should you not be home resting. Those bruised ribs and sprained ankle wont heal with you standing around." Dad  looked at me then to the way I was standing. Right ankle slightly alift and leaning to my left as my right side was bruised. 

"I'll get her home," dad stated to him and he glared but I nodded.