The supposed to be dead Winchester.

<Intro>

<Chapter one: Introduction to story>

"Ann Wayland, FBI." I held the fake badge to the cop who frowned. "Four of you?" he shook his head as I gave him a pointed look and nodded, "Yeah sure come through."

I walked past him and dialed a friend's number on my phone. "Alex?" a groggy voice came through from the other side.

"Morning, Stiles," I said sweetly, smirking knowing I woke him up.
"What did you do? You never sound sweet." he asked.
"Remember when I promised not to use a fake FBI badge again?" I suggested and Stiles groaned.

"I'll take that as a yes. Well, I may or may not have found a trace on the Vamp I've been hunting." I whispered.

"What's your name?" He sighed and I smiled.
"Anne Wayland, thank you so much. And give the sourwolf some shit from my side!" he just laughed and hung up.

I walked to the dead person and scanned all evidence then pulled out an EMF when the other two officers walked in.

"Who are you?" the shorter of the three asked.
"Anne Wayland, and you three?" I asked glaring at them.
"Excuse my college, he hasn't had his coffee yet, I'm Andy and this is Steven and our trainee Collin." the taller of the three said.

"Yeah well I haven't had my pie, so I'm not so friendly either," I grumbled.

*a few weeks earlier*

"Stiles! Scott!" I exclaimed running into the loft.
"Yes?" "What do you want?" Stiles and Derek said in unison.

"The vampire! You know the one who helped Void, I found him." I said pulling out my machete's with a smile. I had been hunting this vamp for years, and I wasn't going to loose it now.

"If I didn't know better I'd say your a sweet, innocent, sarcastic little Stilinski," Peter mumbled and I threw a dagger into the wall next to him, missing with a bare centimetre.

"Hey! What's that for," he asked while Stiles laughed.

"For being an ass, trying to kill my adoptive brother and his friends, then-" "Okay Alex, I think he get's the point," Liam laughed.

"Hey kid, how's school?" I asked and he sighed. "Your lucky, you know! You didn't go to school," he whined.

"Liam, I was in hell for two years when I was 7. It may have been two years here but there it was more than 200 years. I came back, and hunted until I was 17 where I became a Stilinski." I snarled. Making the beta back up a bit, which was when Scott walked in.

"Anyway! Alex what did we say about lashing out on Peter, or anyone." Scott said and I scoffed.

"I'll make sure to hit him next time," I grumbled.
"He called her little and innocent again didn't he?" Scott asked earning a nod from everyone.

I heard a sudden burst of laughter and saw Malia. "Hello, Malia," I smirked and she gave me my dagger.

"Anyways now that Malia is here. I found the culprit of Stiles' Nogitsune! I'm leaving tomorrow, and am going to hunt the thing- ALONE," I made clear looking at Chris, Stiles, and Malia.

I got into my car and drove to where my clues took me. Staying vigilant and having to tell Stiles that no matter what I supported him and Lydia. Just like I did Scott and Malia, I myself didn't have any love interests. Love was a weakness I couldn't deal with but who would want an normal 'apple pie' life when you could have the life I've had-EVERYONE!

Anyway, my latest stop was our hometown in Kansas. I wanted to see the psychic. I knocked lightly yet sternly and the woman opened the door quickly.

"Oh dear, come on in," she said and offered me a beverage.