"Liam, go home" I hear a deep male voice say. "I'll text you if there's any progress"

"But dad-" I hear Liam's voice.

"Go"

I feel a cold metal be tapped against my wrist and I open my eyelids slowly, taking in the features of my surroundings.

A hospital. I'm in a damn hospital.

"Miss Argent? Are you awake" the dark skinned doctor asks. I read the name tag attached to his scrubs.

Dr. Dunbar.

"Yes sir" I mumble.

"Well...you got a long line of people wanting to come in and see you, they're all very concerned. They'll be happy to know you're awake"

I smile weakly.

"Is my...mother here?"

"Sent her home an hour ago" he says, giving me an apologetic face.

I feel sad to know my mothers not here.

"Anyone?" I ask, a tear strolling down my face.

"Your uncle is, would you like me to let him in?"

"Christopher?"

"Yes"

"Yes please"

Doctor Dunbar walks outside and in a matter of time my uncle sits in the chair beside the bed.

"Hey" I say, smiling. He smiles back, giving my hand a small squeeze.

"Hi there beautiful"

He wipes the tear that had came down my face.

"Aren't you gonna ask what happened?" I mumble. He shrugs.

"Bianca told us most"

A wave of confusion washes over me. I saw Bianca die..?

"I thought she was dead"

"No. She was stabbed near her heart with wolvesbane but we were able to help her, she'll be fine"

I smile, feeling at least a little bit better.

"And me?" I ask.

"You missy, are a fighter." He says.

I nod. "Make my father proud huh?"

"Sure would. I can promise you you'll be fine too" he points to a long needle which leads to a bloodbag.

"You passed out due to lack of blood, exhaustion. You needed some blood transfusions and stitches but that was fine, you'll be good to leave in a few days"

I feel my heart flutter with joy.

The door creaks and a familiar face pops in. Liam.

"Hey, mind if I see her?" He asks Christopher.

Chris stands up and motions Liam to sit in the chair.

"Not at all, go ahead son"

I feel like begging Chris to stay but I don't, I simply smile at the boy in front of me who has bags under his eyes and small scratches down his body.

"Hey" he says.

"Hi" I reply.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks, filling up the silence with his croaky voice. I shift my body, wincing a tiny bit with the pain of my stomach. It feels good to know that Liam cares.

"Yeah...thanks for caring" I say softly, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Of course. I was so worried"

"Well...kinda sucks to be stabbed. You feel me?" I laugh. He nods.

"Get it. Tottally." He stutters.

I can't help but laugh at him, so cute.

"What?" He says, looking around.

"Nothing...it's just," I think about whether to say the next sentence but I figure,

Ahhhh screw it, I crawled from under the stands all the way to the locker room and saved one of my friends from being decappitated. I think I deserved to spill my feelings out now more than ever...right?

Yeah. Right.

"It's just you're so adorable. I can't help but admire that"

Liam's face lights up like a lightbulb and a very soft shade of pink flushes across his face.

"Thanks...I think you're pretty adorable too, all heroic and stuff" he bites his lip. "Actually no, you're more beautiful..." He puts his head in his hands. "Oh god. I'm sorry"

I laugh at him.

"For what?"

"For being awfully awkward" he shifts in the seat. "For spilling my heart out to you"

"No Liam, it's fine."

His face is bright red now, as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Okay, can we start this again?" He asks.

I nod, grinning at him, smiling so hard my jaw should hurt right about now.

"Well...I guess I never finished that game of twenty questions"

I shrug.

"It's okay, you got distracted"

"Yeah...well... What I was trying to say was...would you maybe wanna go out? Like a date?"

By now I'm pretty ecstatic, nothing really matters to me more at this moment. I sit up it the bed, wincing at my stab wound but not really caring.

"Liam, I would love nothing more in this world than to go on a date with you" and he smiles.

Liam leans in and so do I.

Wait...is this the part where we're meant to kiss? Oh.

But Dr.Dunbar swings the door open and both me and Liam shoot back to our seats.

"Whoa! Way'd a go there little man." He says, thumping a hand on Liam's shoulders.

"Visiting hours are over dude, head on home"

Liam waves at me before leaving.

Dr. Dunbar takes the needle out of my skin.

"Okay, I'm just going to take your breathing pattern"

I nod okay and watch him monitor my breathing.

"So Liam? Really. You could do so much better" he laughs. I shrug.

"I don't know sir, your son is pretty amazing"

He smiles, jotting something about my breathing down in a notebook.

"Okay sweetheart, I've done my job, now you've got to do yours. Get some sleep, it's been a long night."

••••••

"Wake up! Wake up! It's me, Felix!"

The young boy of seventeen shakes my shoulders, and slowly awakens me.

"Felix. Felix I need my sleep"

"But they're going to kill me! The hunters are going to kill us!"

I glare at Felix, the werewolf who's life I had spared.

I sit up, looking around the bedroom that I am located in.

"Us?" But I'm not a wolf? What is he talking about?

"Yeah! Us! Aunt Kate, Uncle Christopher, and dad. Dads here!"

I stand up and walk to the door, aware of the white nightie I am dressed in.

When I open the door it's like I am teleported into another dimension. We're now in the woods.

I glance to Felix. He catches me looking and points to four small figures in the distance coming closer.

"Look! They're coming"

I look at the figures which get closer and closer. As a minute goes by the faces are finally identifiable.

It's Uncle Chris, My father Oliver, Aunt Kate and myself...or I guess, my thirteen year old self.

My thirteen year old self points to Felix who scrambles to his feet.

"Dad! Is he one? A werewolf?" She asks. It's funny, I remember saying those exact words, feeling the way she felt...I even remember scrunching my nose slightly. Every vivid feeling so up front in my mind.

My father and my uncle hoist Felix up by his neck and Felix attempts to fight back but the baby beta isn't strong enough for the two brothers that hold him down with force,

"Alright Jolie, all you need to do is take aunt Kate's gun and point it at him"

Kate's cold gun is slid into my hand. The little girls hands begin to shake and she bites her lip so hard she draws a smudge of blood.

Jolie holds the gun up and notices how she cannot keep it still and realises it's because of what she knows she's going to have to do with it.

"Good Sweetheart, now you just gotta lightly pull the trigger." Kate says, running her hand on Jolie's back encouragingly.

Jolie tries to steady her arms and make her family proud but she cannot.

I remember the feeling distinctively. I felt so sick, so scared and most of all, so pressured.

'This is sick. Making me shoot this poor boy!' Was all I thought. So Jolie finally dropped the gun.

"No. I don't want to be a hunter. I'm sparing his life and you guys will do the same"

With the circumstances being so unpredictable- I thought right at that moment Kate would shoot him instead, but they didn't. Kate narrowed her eyes at Oliver and Chris had a thick look of disappointment spread across her face.

As I watched the memory flick through my mind in form of dream, I felt sorry for myself.

I also felt proud of myself too.

With everything wrapping itself up okay, I watch the four figures return to the distance while Felix sprints away. Far far away from the sick little girl and her crazy parents.

•••••

My eyes awake to my mother sitting by my bedside reading a book.

"Darling" she says, wide awake.

"Mum" I sit up. "How are you?"

My mum sits up straight and a small laugh escapes her lips. "Me? Hun, what about you?!"

I look down at the large bandage wrapped around my waist. Shrugging, my eyes meet my mothers again.

"You know, it doesn't really hurt. I think that's the pain killers doc drowned me with."

She nods, raising her eyebrows attentively.

"Well he also said you should be good to go around tomorrow morning"

"Wow. Awesome"

She nods. Her eyes trail down my body and meet at my abdomen. Her eyes tear up.

"Man- we thought we'd lost you"

I shake my head.

"Me too- in those final moments... I thought I was gone"

She grabs my hand after wiping her tears from her face.

"But you're not. You're a fighter"

Darn. There it goes again, being called a fighter.

What bull! I was nothing heroic, I was nothing special and to be precise, I was just a weak little girl who got lucky.

"That's a lie" I say, staring into the distance.

"What do you mean?" Mums lip quivers as she speaks.

"I was not magnificent" I say. Looking at every speck of the room except my mothers face.

"Don't be silly. You saved the life of your friend at the expense of your own. Don't be an idiot Jo. That's idiotic talk. You damn well was magnificent" she says.

I furrow my brows.

"Mum...why did you give up on me?"

"What? Jolie don't be so vague"

"You let me off so easily, from being a werewolf hunter" I bite my lip. "Why?"

"Because you didn't want that for yourself"

"Mum, my father spent his whole life a hunter, so did his father and the next. Whole lives were spent fantasising over the many deaths of the supernatural. Tell me, why did you give up so easily?"

My mother didn't speak. She poked her curly brown hair behind her ears and kept her eyes to the ground.

"Because you didn't did you?" I say, my eyes welling with hot salty tears. "That's why we moved here mum. To kill Kate"

Her head shoots up and her eyes pierce mine.

"How do you know?!"

"Because I saw her with my own eyes mom. Tearing a gas attendant apart. I think that hurt more than being stabbed too"

"Oh" mum replied.

"I don't want to be a hunter mum"

Mum nods.

"I understand"

"But I never said I didn't want to learn how to fight like a hunter"