Elliot Winchester is the 17 year old daughter of Dean Winchester. She runs away to have a somewhat normal life away from her father and hunting. She moves to Beacon Hills, California, joining Beacon Hills High School. But what she doesn't know, is t...
Elliot rushed to her Mustang and quickly started it up, driving out of the parking lot and heading towards her home.
She had no been expecting this. She just wished she hadn't emptied her arsenal compartment in the back of her car after she started school. To hell of the teachers saw, at least they'd be safe.
"Damn it!" Elly cursed as she slammed her hand against the steering wheel, wishing the town had stayed quiet a little longer.
She got to her home and quickly changed into some more appropriate hunting attire, grabbed her bag of weapons and hurried to the car, knowing who she had to go see.
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Scott, Stiles and Allison rushed into her home, ready to tell their father what had happened.
"Dad! Dad?! You home?!" she called out, heading towards the kitchen, Scott and Stiles following. When they got there, they saw Chris sitting at the dining table with a girl, weapons sprawled out across the table. When they turned, they couldn't believe their eyes.
"Elliot?!"
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Elly cursed as she saw the three, not expecting them to be here. She turned and glared at Chris, "You said we wouldn't be disturbed," she growled.
"Elly, what are you doing here?" Scott asked the girl. Chris gave her a look, ignoring the boy.
"They know what's going on. They can help," he insisted to her.
"How? They're just a couple of teenagers! What are they gonna do?" Elly snapped, standing up. Stiles looked at her offended.
"Aren't you a teenager too, princess?" he taunted. As quick as lighting, she pulled out a pistol from her jacket and pointing it at the boy, not bothering to cock it.
"Say that again, I dare you," she smirked. Stiles gulped nervously.
"Dad, what's going on?!" Allison shouted, stopping the madness. Elly sighed, looking to Chris for help. He simply shrugged. She rolled her eyes and put her gun in the back of her belt.
"Demons. That's what's happening," Elly answered simply, sitting back down, "They've come into town looking for me and I need to take care of them."
"We need to take care of them," Chris stressed. Elly nodded.
"Yes, you and me, Chris. Not these kids who will only get hurt."
"We know my than you think," Stiles intervened. Elly turned and glared at him.
"Really? Do enlighten me," she crossed her arms over her chest. Scott sighed, before he closed his eyes for a second, and opened them, his eyes now shining a bright red.
