Be warned never hurt Alseya ;) That is the moral of this story. Finally been able to introduced these OC's of mine Alseya, who I love and Sylvia... Feel free to review

Last winter Sam and Dean had spent time building a white picket fence around the front of the bunker and had sprayed the planks in salt, rubbed in holy oil and holy water. They said it was to keep monsters out but I had my suspicions that it was to keep me in. Or at least discourage me from leaving. All of these items alone were not enough to trap me and to be honest they ideally needed to light an angel trap around the whole bunker to keep me permanently inside. Of course they couldn't do this. Unless they wanted random strangers or rangers investigating the smoke that would rise and become like a neon sign pointing to our home.

It was now summer and I was taking the opportunity to enjoy the crisp spring air. Well I would have if I didn't hear the grating voice of Sylvia Welsh. Her voice was usually dripping with boastfulness and at times it was soothing like church bells. Sadly this made it all the more patronising. Other times it was a ferocious storm that even made me cringe, humans were scary when they were pissed off. But she just made my skin crawl with agitation. All I wanted to do was flash my eyes or reveal my true face and have her run screaming, her perfect golden hair being torn by the wind. Hey people can dream.

"What are you doing outside freak? No one wants to see your face," Sylvia taunted as she leant casually on the fence.

"I'm not a freak. And at least my face is still my own," I replied smirking at my own joke.

"What do you mean by that?" Sylvia questioned hotly her eyes glaring at me as if she were Medusa.

"Nothing. Your blonde brain clearly needs a reboot,"

I know it was a low blow and totally cliché using the stereotype that blonde people are dumb (which is definitely not true). But if they genuinely wanted to test this theory I reckon Sylvia would make a great candidate.

"You sly slut," Sylvia screeched at me as her red nails gripped the fence.

"I'm not a slut. I'm a virgin," I said casually as I began to head towards the door when I noticed Sam's head appear.

"That's nothing to be proud of. You couldn't get laid even if you went to a strip club, naked and begged," Sylvia smirked at me and my blood began to stir but then I smiled as history came to my aid.

"I'm sorry Sylvia. You're not stupid because you're blonde. In fact you have an average IQ. But you do have some anger issues you need to work on. Although it's not your fault I really suggest you get your syphilis treated before it becomes a real problem. Sexually transmitted diseases are nothing to be ashamed about," I grinned and ignored the disappointed look Sam sent me.

With my back turned I did not see Sylvia pick up a jagged rock. But I heard the blades of grass move as she shifted her position. I leapt sideways, but to my horror I heard a defenceless cry. Then I noticed the tear-stained face of Alseya with a stream of blood dripping down her head. That was it. Scooping her up I rushed her inside. Before Sam could protest I transformed into Huntress and bounded back outside.

Growling I charged towards the fence and leapt over it. Sylvia shrieked as I began to chase after her. Snapping at her heels when I got the chance. I would never go as far as actually biting her but giving her a good scare was worth it. No one hurts the little girl, who I consider to be my baby sister. I knew Sam would not be impressed with my actions when I went back, but as I was playing guard dog I couldn't care less what the consequences would be.