"Charlie are you sure about this?" Kira asked me as we arrived at the third place where they could be hiding out.

It was one of the old factories on the outskirts of town that people never went to anymore, which made it the perfect hide out for the demons. We knew this one was right because of the demons patrolling around the building.

"Not really, but we have to try. Stiles gets closer to death each minute that goes by. If you don't want to risk your life for this then you can turn back. I won't blame you." I said as I looked at her.

"Stiles is my friend, too. He's helped save me more times that I can count. We all owe it to him to at least try." She replied.

I nodded then turned my walkie talkie on that we borrowed from Stiles' dad. Each group had one and we were using them to communicate with each other.

"Alright guys, let's go get our spazzy pack mate back."

~.:o:.~

We got past the guards easily, but it was almost too easy. My gut was telling me that this was all wrong. We were walking straight into a trap and I knew it, but that didn't stop me from continuing on. Stiles had done so much for me since I met him.

He helped me feel happy again, which I lost when my mum died. He helped me make new friends who accepted me, even with my faults. And most importantly, he made me feel loved in a way that I never imagined. Without him I would have lost hope a long time ago. He was the light in my darkest of days and I would do anything to get him back.

I crept through the factory, moving in between old machines as I quietly made my way towards the center where the others were meeting us. For a moment I closed my eyes, focusing on my senses so I could locate our enemy. One was coming my way from the other side of a machine so I opened my eyes, gripping onto my knife as I waited for him to come around. I held my breath when I heard how close he was.

Just as I was about to attack a loud howl was heard from the other side of the building which caught his attention. The demon ran off towards the sound and I looked after him. It must have been Scott or Liam.

I wasted no time in rushing towards the center of the building, only to become disappointed when I didn't see Stiles anywhere.

"Dammit." I cursed, running my hand through my hair.

Just as I was about to turn back I was stopped by three demons. The bodies they had looked dead so I assumed they just grave robbed for these ones.

"Where is he?" I growled, gripping onto my daggers.

"He's out doing business at the moment, but we have orders to keep you here until he returns." One of them smirked.

"Well you can try, but unfornately all three of you will be going back to hell where you came from." I spat.

Without another word I attacked them.

(A/N: I'm not going to bother trying to do many fight scenes because I know I would be terrible at it so I'll save you readers the trouble by just skipping most of it. :P)

~.:o:.~

Fighting in training and fighting in real life is a lot harder than I thought it was. By the time demon Stiles actually arrived I was exhausted and only managed to take one of the demons down. They had disarmed me and now I sat on my knees with one of them holding a knife to my throat.

Demon Stiles smirked at the sight and walked closer.

"Sorry, I'm late. I had something to deal with before I could meet with you. More of an infestation problem if you ask me." He said as he wiped blood off his knife.

I didn't know who he used it on, but the possibilities worried me. He would most likely do something to hurt me even more and my father's face flashed across my mind.

"What do you want with me?" I asked him.

"Isn't it obvious?" He laughed. "I want you dead."

The demon holding me removed the knife from my throat but I didn't even have a chance to react before I watched my boyfriend stab my shoulder. I screamed in pain as he twisted the blade to cause more damage, tears running down my cheeks.

"Please... You can kill me. Just let him go." I begged.

It was useless anyway. There was no way I could defeat them on my own. I had no idea where the pack was so that left me with no back up. If I could get him to free Stiles then at least he would still be alive.

"See, I actually thought about that, but then again with someone like Stiles here at my disposal I can do whatever I please and no one would suspect the harmless Sheriff's son. So no. I won't give him up. I'll let him feel your blood on his hands as I kill you." He smirked and punched me in the face, causing me to fall to the ground from the impact.

The other demons pulled me back up and this process went on for a long while until I could barely move. They allowed me to lie on the floor for a moment, knowing that I was too weak to get up on my own anyway.

"Stiles..." I whispered, looking up at the boy who I had groan to love with watery eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

The demon inside him just laughed and watched as more demons dragged the rest of the pack over, dumping them onto the floor next to me. All of them were too hurt to move and I knew that all hope was lost at this point. I just killed my best friends.

"Charlie... I can smell your dad's scent... Is he here?" Scott whispered to me.

I shake my head slightly at first but then my gaze turned towards the asshole possessing my boyfriend and he smirked back at me, confirming my suspicions.

"It was my dad's blood on that blade when you got here..." I stated.

"Ah yes. Dear old dad is probably dead by now. I had to get rid of loose ends since he figured out who I really am and that is never good for us demons." He said. "Plus its fun seeing the pain on your face when you realize everyone you love is dying because of you. First your mother..."

I felt the anger boiling up within me as he mentioned her.

"That wasn't my fault. A werewolf killed her." I said.

"And who do you think sent that werewolf? Who do you think it was actually after? Hmm?" He asked as he knelt down next to me. "That's right. It was after you. When I had him kill her I thought I had won but then I realized that she passed the power onto her daughter before I had her killed. So then there was your boyfriend. He I just messed with for fun."

"Shut up" I growled, getting more and more pissed.

"And now your friends are going to die because of you... and your father. Maybe I'll kill Stilinski next..."

"SHUT UP!" I screamed, my eyes glowing blue.

The light was so bright that it made all of them jump back to shield themselves and I took the chance to heal myself before looking at them with fire in my eyes.

"You're going to regret messing with my family."

No One's POV

Thunder boomed over head and lightning flashed through the windows, allowing the pack to see the shadow of her wings upon the wall with each strike. The pack watched in amazement as Charlie took on all ten demons at once. Not even Scott could manage to keep up with her because of the sheer speed she was moving at. Her skills and power seemed to have amplified with this new anger, almost like the angel who originally had the power had taken over.

Thankfully each body that was possessed was already dead apart from Stiles so they didn't have to worry about her killing an innocent person. The demon possessing Stiles became nervous as he watched his men try and fail to bring her down, each one getting killed within minutes. Soon it was between just herself and Stiles but she paused when she saw that he had a gun held to his head.

"Back off or I'll kill him." He warned, sweat trickling down his forehead.

"You wouldn't dare... because you know that even if you switched bodies I would still find you and I would kill you whether the person was innocent or not. You need him alive." She said as she walked closer to the scared man.

She suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind him, easily disarming him and twisting his arm behind him to keep him from moving. Stiles tilted his head back and black smoke started to come out of his mouth as the demon tried to escape but she forced him back inside Stiles.

"You're not get away from me that easily... Lucifer." She smirked and his eyes widened.

She placed her hand on his head, shooting white light into his skull to destroy the demon from inside. Stiles collapsed to the ground and for a moment everyone thought she had killed him in the process.

They watched as Charlie knelt down and did her best to heal his wounds, especially the stab wound in his stomach. She knew it had been almost twenty four hours since it happened so there was a chance that his body already died, which terrified her.

"Please, Stiles... I need you." She whispered, her eyes watering as she waited for any sign that he was alive.

For a terrifying moment he was completely still after she finished healing him and she almost gave up until she saw his hand twitch. Her hand immediately held his, squeezing gently.

"Come on, Stiles. Please. You have to wake up. I love you." She cried, watching his face closely.

A few more seconds passed until Stiles finally inhaled a large breath of air into his lungs. His eyes opened and Charlie let out a sob if relief, hugging him tightly after he sat up. He looked back at his friends, letting out a sigh of relief when he realized he was himself again.

"Its okay. I'm here." He said softly, holding the crying girl in his arms.

He suddenly remembered something and pulled away.

"Charlie, your dad." He said.

Her eyes widened and she quickly got up, letting the others get Stiles while she ran to her motorcycle. She drove as fast as she could to the house, already seeing the Sheriff's car in the driveway. Within seconds she was off her bike and running into the house.

"Dad?" She called, frantically searching for him.

She turned to see the Sheriff standing over a body in the kitchen and she tried to run over to her father, but he held her back.

"NO!" She screamed, struggling against the other man's arms to get to him.

"He's gone, Charlie! I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do." Stiles' father said to her.

She finally stopped fighting and her legs gave out, causing her body to fall limply into his arms. He held the sobbing girl closely, knowing it was probably horrible for her to see another dead parent lying on the floor. What he didn't know was that Lucifer had staged it exactly like the way her mother died so it hit her twice as hard. Even if he didn't make it he knew this would destroy her, and it did.

The rest of the pack arrived minutes later to see the Sheriff sitting against the wall with Charlie still in his arms, tears continuously falling down her cheeks. They saw her father's body being loaded up by Deputy Parrish and the medical examiner, their hearts heavy with grief for their friend who had just become and orphan.

Stiles stood still and stared at the body as it was rolled past him heading towards the front door, remembering everything that was done to the older man. It was a horrible death and the fact that his own hands did that to his love's father killed him. His gaze turned to Charlie who looked more broken than he had ever seen anyone look before. He knew how close she was to his father after her mother's death and he had helped kill him in a way.

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so he just closed it again and shook his head before walking outside to sit for a while until his father brought Charlie out. He watched as his father carried a bag of her things towards his patrol car and set them inside after she got in.

"Stiles... Let's go home." He said.

Stiles slowly got up, making his way over to the car before getting in the passenger seat. He knew Charlie was breaking right now but he just couldn't bring himself to face her yet. Not when he felt like he killed her father himself.