April had gone through all her other classes with hyped up hormones and the shrill squeals of girls down the hallways as they gossiped about the night's events. She tried not to be cynical but it was hard for April to remember a time where she was in love because it was tarnished with blood and pain. Even years later she tried to forget about it, to forget how Robert's arms felt around her or how he would play with her hair when she slept in his arms she missed him but most of the time she missed that connection. She'd had flings over the years and even a few weekend affairs but they were more to scratch an itch than to feel anything; as April grew older she wondered if she'd ever feel an ounce of that connection again. April had friends over the years but sometimes friendship just wasn't enough and suddenly she felt very alone in the world. Despite her loneliness she knew she could never be with someone like that; her past was too riddled with hardship and pain for her to explain away. After her last class she went to the main office and grabbed Isaac's school file and when she got to her own office she was surprised to not see Isaac yet so she made a call to the veterinarian clinic saying she'd stop by and pick up her cat Archimedes or Archie for short.

"You have a cat named after a mathematician?" Isaac said chuckling as he walked into her office just as I hung up my office phone.

"No I didn't name him, but he's named after the owl from Disney movie "Sword in the Stone" because he's a crotchety old man." I said chuckling remembering how I found a cat a few years back and a previous student of mine who was in love with the movie and said the cat had eyes of an old soul and the personality of an ass (well she didn't quite use those words).

"Seriously? What loser names a cat after an owl." Isaac said laughing and I felt complete sadness fill me, for that same student was part of my private tutoring days; I taught her from the walls of cancer wards.

"A 13 year old girl who died a week later from cancer." I said controlling my emotions and shuffling through my papers to find all of Isaac's school work.

"Oh. Sorry." Isaac said wide eyed and for the briefest of seconds filled with terror like I would be angry at him. Deaton had briefly told me about him now that I recalled he said he was an abuse victim, it explained a lot.

"Not your fault, although I might refrain calling someone you don't know a loser. It just comes off as ignorant and I can tell by your old school records you are anything but." I said pulling out his file and his work and flipping them open.

"I think that was a compliment, so thanks." Isaac said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It was, now it says here you went to school in France, and yet here you haven't signed up for any French, is there a reason why?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him because truly his class schedule look like a bunch of bird classes rather than anything he with substance.

"Mrs. Humphries chose all my classes; I don't think she likes me very much to be honest." Isaac said leaning forward towards the desk and biting his lip as he looked to the ground where my feet were.

"Well probably because half the male student body calls her "Sir Humpalot"." I said looking over my glasses at him with a scolding gaze to which he only bit him lip harder trying to contain his smirk.

"Isaac I think you could have potential to be good at school but none of these classes will challenge you so what classes do you actually even like?" I asked and put it to him to make the decisions.; guessing he rarely had choices of his own.

"Uh, well I don't like music class, I can't even play anything remotely well; maybe change that to French. Gym I like and the other stuff haven't really done much with to know if I like it or not." Isaac said as he went through the list of classes.

"Okay then we'll keep the mandatory ones and gym; change music to French by the way how well do you speak it?" I asked wondering how much he had actually picked up on his travels.

'Très bien mademoiselle." Isaac said with a smirk like it was impressive. (Very well miss.)

"Mais pas aussi bien que moi, je crois." I responded startling Isaac into a straight face.

"Yes, I think this schedule will do nicely. Alright now for English, here are your assignments and summaries of my lessons over the past few days so you can catch up. Our world history class has an assignment due next week but I'll give you a couple of extra days so you can settle in and not stress yourself out with homework. I think that's it Mr. Lahey, now please go and have some fun I think I've kept you here quite long enough." I said looking at the clock and reading 4pm already. The bonfire was to start at 8 but I'd have to be back at the school for 7. It didn't give me a lot of time to run errands and get ready for the teenage drama.

"Can I ask you something?" Isaac said as he stood to leave my office; I nodded to agree.

"Why did you watch me so closely in class today, did I do something wrong?" he asked looking confused and yet scared of what the answer might be.

"You remind me of someone that's all, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" I said a little shocked he had noticed my staring earlier today.

"Not a problem, I'm good with you staring at me." Isaac said grinning and walking away at werewolf speed; the cocky little shit I thought laughing at his audacity to hit on a teacher.

April gathered her things and left to pick up Archie and then grab something to eat and maybe change into something more comfortable than heels and a pencil skirt. She was about to leave the school grounds when she saw Isaac being picked up by Chris Argent, she wondered if he was the reason Isaac was back in town. She went to the clinic and picked up her cat; then realised he needed food. Archie was cranky to say the least, not that April could blame him, the poor cat got drenched, kept at an unknown place filled with dogs and wild things and then now she was driving him home in a crate; honestly if she was treated the same way she'd scratch somebodies eyes out. April dropped him off at her house and then drove back to the grocery store to pick him up some fish as a treat.

"Melissa! Hey, how's it going?" I exclaimed as I saw down one of the grocery aisles.

"Oh, hi April; it's going alright just on my break actually, six more hours to go but thought I'd pick up something for dinner other than cafeteria food. How are things?" Melissa said through a yawn; she looked utterly exhausted and still had 6 hours to go! She said things I presume as to not give away anything but she said it so awkwardly that it might as well been a neon sign saying I was a suspicious character.

"Oh you know trying to deal with hormonal teenagers and now a bonfire where I have to listen to Mr. Finstock yammer in my ear…oh the exciting life of a teacher. Finally got my water working though, hey maybe you should come by tomorrow we'll have a glass of wine and eat another chocolate cake, eh?" I said missing our conversations and better yet I had had a brilliant idea of teaching her basic self defense so maybe she could survive a little more easily without someone saving her behind.

"Oh let me guess coach hitting on you too?" Melissa said snickering and gaining a humorous light in her eye making me relax a little.

"OMG yes, it's driving me crazy; honestly the man won't give it a break he tries to stop and talk every chance he gets! He even interrupted my class today with the excuse of looking for a stapler…like seriously, I thought the kids love life was bad enough never mind mine!" I exasperatedly huffed out making Melissa laugh out loud.

"Don't worry, he did that to me too; when I went to parent teacher night last year, thought I'd never get out of there! Oh and trust me teenage loves never get easier." Melissa said smiling as she leaned on her back leg.

"Tell me about it, I just want to lock Malia up in a room with Stiles so they both stop brooding in my classes their ridiculous!" I said shaking my head in irritation.

"Why? What are they fighting about?" Melissa said intrigued to get the gossip on Stiles who was basically her son based on how much time he and Scott spent together.

"Malia found out Stiles was keeping her biological parentage a secret; Peter Hale is her father did you know that? She's also on the dead pool and the more these two spend apart the more I wonder how I'm…" I almost said out loud in a crowded store my true purpose here and Melissa caught on quick enough too thankfully since she immediately changed the topic.

"Stay away from Peter, went on a date with the bastard and he didn't even call back!" She said smiling knowing we both knew that wasn't even on the top ten reasons to stay away from him.

"Alright will do, shit I got to go. Still need to grab cat food, wine and bread. Can't believe I got suckered into chaperoning tonight! I'll talk to you later Melissa." I said groaning as she waved and left too.

April finished her shopping and then went home to prepare for a long night. She fed Archie and then went to her basement, she realised by talking with Melissa she was beginning to fall too deeply in her role as teacher and forgetting her old ways. After her father was killed many of the pack members who were loyal to him and Marcus disappeared across the globe; half of the reason she travelled so much for school wasn't because of scholarly research but rather to hunt them down and kill them for their crimes. For 5 years she had been an assassin as Melissa called her, she was blood thirsty for revenge; she evaded the law for years until Deaton found her and they both made an oath to stay on the straight and unsupernatural as possible somehow neither could evade the supernatural for long. It was Melissa's first reaction to her at the grocery store that made her think of it, she was beginning to forget she was not only a killer but could evade the law and the best way to do that was make it look like an innocent accident; something anyone could do at bonfire with a bunch of drunk kids who also happened to have million dollar bounties. When April began these thoughts she immediately went to her basement and stocked up, if someone was going to try and kill her students, they'd have to go through her first.

April knew she couldn't go in looking like an armed killer so she'd have to be discreet. She wore black jeans which would give her the ability to hide in the dark and over the knee boots which would help conceal her thermal blades. She wore a vest that holstered two small hand guns to her back and wore a Kevlar like leather coat which would hide any bulkiness of the vest. She added the piece de resistance…a snake bracelet that was also a dagger, it was one of the only things she had of her mother and it was also deadly. She left for the bonfire and hoped she was just overly cautious and would end up only dealing with drunk teenagers. When she got to the bonfire it was already in full swing, she was ten minutes late but she had thought it would start late like every party does….apparently that rule doesn't apply in Beacon Hills. Coach found her almost the instant she arrived asking her to chaperone outside with her and they could do rounds around the bonfire itself. She agreed of course but made sure to keep eyes on even the smallest hint of trouble.

The bonfire was lit and the music was blaring; it was the perfect night for drunk teenagers. April had already sent two kids home in the first hour, they were so intoxicated she got the coach to drive them to the hospital for fear of alcohol poisoning. With the coach gone she found the students on the dead pool and kept them in her sight at all times; honestly April was beginning to think they should be low jacked. She knew werewolves couldn't get drunk so when she saw Malia literally swaying as if she was it was not a good sign. When she got closer to Malia she also saw Liam drunker than a skunk as well and Scott talking to him. That's when she heard Isaac come up behind her and saw Malia collapse into a tree.

"Ms. M you are hot! Like sexy librarian hot! Wow I'm sorry…why do I feel drunk?" Isaac said as he fumbled into me.

"Isaac, concentrate! I need you to help me get Malia up and back into my office." I said sternly knowing that even in perfect health I'd have trouble lifting a girl who was dead weight; never mind with partially healed gash across my ribs.

"I think so…" Isaac said as he began lifting her into his arms; making it easier for me in case of attack. Isaac managed to lift Malia up in a fireman carry while

"McCall grab Liam and bring him to my office! Now!" I said as I passed Scott and Liam. They actually listened but it was slow going for they were all somehow intoxicated.

"What did you guys drink?" I asked to the lot of them as we walked closer to the doors of the school; trying to figure out what could have caused this.

"Nothing! I didn't drink anything!" Scott said slowly and angrily. I knew he was mad at himself but really at this point it couldn't be helped.

"Wait, the music….something with the music…" Scott mumbled as he walked into the school. I turned and grabbed Mason who she knew by tonight's observation that he was Liam's best friend.

"Turn off the music…I'm giving you permission to do whatever is necessary to turn it off! Do you hear me, Liam needs you to do this." I yelled at him with such intensity he stumbled back and nodded. I ran in after the kids and hoped they had gotten to the office or at least on their way.

"Isaac where is Scott and Liam?" I said when I entered the school to see only him half carrying half dropping Malia.

"Liam ran off, Scott followed him. Where's your office again?" he asked with a goofy grin on his face; I tried not to get angry with him since he was helping me get Malia inside but the boy was infuriatingly unhelpful right now!

"I'll find them after let's get her safe." I said grabbing her arm with a grunt for her body leaned heavily on my bad side but I pushed through the pain and we walked towards my office.

"You're not going to get us in trouble for this are you?" Isaac quietly asked as we entered my office and we placed Malia behind my desk; I purposely placed her there so she couldn't be seen from the door window.

"Let's just make it through tonight; we'll worry about tomorrow when it comes, eh?" I smiled at him and made him sit in my office chair where he slumped in exhaustion. I needed to find Scott and Liam fast!

"Isaac I need you to stay with Malia; I mean it don't open this door for anyone but me. Stay here no matter what!" I said grabbing his chin and making his eyes focus on mine.

"Hey your eyes are purple? Yeah sorry I'll stay with her…shit I just can't control my mouth!" Isaac said with astonishment.

"I really don't think that's a drunk problem more like just a daily lack of filter" I said gently as I soothed his curly hair down like he was a child and not a werewolf dealing with death on a daily basis.

"Alright I'm going to find Scott; remember don't open this door for anyone but me!" I said and then left the office locking the door. I ran down the corridor and then peaked down another hallway, Scott was nowhere in sight; that's when someone came up behind me a walloped me across the back making me fall to my knees.

"Where's Scott McCall, I saw you come in here with him Bitch! Where is he?!" The man screamed at me as he lifted me by neck against the wall. Instantly I turned to my training and controlled my racing emotions. I kicked him in the knee loosening his grip enough for me to grab my right thermo knife and jab it into his thigh. He crumpled to the ground but before he could even say a sound I slit his throat; maybe some wouldn't have killed I had no qualms about doing it when they would have done the same to me.

April looked over the man bleeding out onto the floor; he was equipped to the hilt and more importantly his physique led her to believe that they were professional mercenaries. She wiped of her blade and put it back into her boot she ran down the hall checking all the doors on her way. That's when she heard laughing down the hall, it was laughter that chilled her; it wasn't good news. She ran towards the sound to see half a dozen men in uniform two of them were pouring gasoline the others were making sure neither Liam or Scott could move; which wasn't really difficult since they were both being subdued by the music. Scott and Liam slumped against the lockers and now it was her turn to fight or so she thought but then the music stopped and Derek and a young women emerge to help fight…the young women she recognised from her own mercenary days the only differences were the scars on Braeden's neck. April ran back to Isaac and Malia realising Scott and Liam were in good hands but as she left she swore Braeden made eye contact with her parting form. She looked at the body on the floor and knew she didn't have time to clean it up like she would normally have done so she left it and knew it'd be one of those unexplainable deaths that were growing in numbers.

"Isaac you can open the door." I said knocking lightly on the door and immediately it opened. Isaac and Malia were gone but a note was written in Isaac's penmanship saying they felt fine and would cab it home; more likely when the music stopped they decided to help their friends.

April decided to cut out early from her chaperoning duties and do some digging into this dead pool and more importantly The Benefactor; because she was getting real sick of things trying to kill her and her students. She told the coach she was feeling sick and maybe played the flirty card a little too much but it got her out of her responsibilities and therefore she wasn't truly put out. April went first to the library, she slipped past the alarm system which was pretty lax and went to the historical town papers; she made photocopies of everything she could think that would be useful and then left with no one being the wiser. The files and books she gathered from the library were enough to fill her passenger seat. She decided to do a tour of the town or rather the sewers since it would be the only place big enough to hide Berserkers or other creatures of the night. She drove till she found a construction site of a sewage system and parked her truck. She got out and realised there was a car in a nearby alley, it only caught her eye because she had seen it before; when Peter Hale drove it.

She checked to make sure the car was empty and did a brief scan and saw it was empty not only of Peter but really anything, she knew her truck was messy but; what was this dude a clean freak? The leather interior was spotless and there weren't even any personal items in the vehicle either. She decided to not take any more time with the car and head to the sewers, if Peter was the benefactor she'd find out here and now. She climbed the fence to the construction site and landed on her feet and began entering the caves. Before she had left her truck she had placed Lavender and other herbs in hidden pockets around her outfit to disguise her scent; and she wasn't more happy she'd done it till she found Berserker tracks throughout the sewer tunnels. However there were other tracks of a women's boot, and they weren't hers. She heard growling and slinked towards it as she calmed her heart rate to a slow steady pace. She grabbed her phone out and pushed record when she heard a female's voice.

"You said I'd have control by now!" the woman screamed out finishing with a distinctive were growl.

"Well you would if you stopped being so damn fucking crazy bitch all the time!" a man said who I recognized as Peter's voice.

"I'll show you crazy bitch, go get his daughter!" the woman yelled and two Berserker sounds came from further away.

"My DAUGHTER is off limits!" Peter yelled his voice going deeper and louder as he grew angrier and then I heard cement crumbling and the woman grunting.

"Kate, call them off or I'll rip your throat out and this time you won't be coming back!" Peter growled out; I took this moment to peak around the corner. I saw Peter holding Kate up by her throat; he was partially transformed while she was fully transformed into a were-jaguar. I quickly ducked back to my hiding spot when I felt a breeze move my braid.

"Fine! Leave us! The next time you grab me like that Peter I'll have them rip you to pieces! Now here are the money transfers I found through my contacts, it's not much but it's all I got. Now if you don't mind teach me something useful other than finding an anchor bullshit you spew to those kids!" Kate spat out with such uncontrollable rage I wondered if she'd ever be able to control her psychotic nature.

"Firstly it isn't bullshit as you so poetically put it; those kids are to control their anger unlike you who at the moment you don't get your way you turn into a lunatic, and although I know what that's like I'd rather not deal with someone so unhinged by a simple set back. So our arrangement is herewith dissolved." Peter said calmly as if he was talking about the weather and not a deal with a psychotic were-jaguar.

"You think you can just walk away; remember who I AM!" Kate screamed as a stronger breeze flowed through the tunnel hitting me first then going in their direction.

"Wait! Do you smell that?" Peter said making me freeze.

"Yeah Lavender, not exactly a great subject change their Peter!" Kate said annoyed that her little rant was interrupted.

"Yes Lavender,, and where are we Kate? A GODAMN sewer! Last I checked Lavender doesn't grow in sewage!" Peter said I however only heard the first bit clearly before I got out of the sewers as quickly as physically possible. I turned off my phone recording and hoped into my truck and then promptly broke the speeding laws to get home.