When we got back to the Hale house, Stiles pulled me away from the rest of the group and onto the porch "Who did you kill?," he asked.

I closed my eyes, already getting pissed off at myself for volunteering such personal information in front of everyone. "I killed my brother, it was an accident and I was really young, but my mom hasn't forgiven me yet."

"What happened?"

"My brother, Jaime, we were playing together once when we were little. He wasn't like me, he was a normal person. He was a year younger than me. We were wrestling on the ground because we got in a fight over whose Lego castle was better. I didn't know I was doing it when I gave him third-degree burns. He died it the hospital a few days later. After that my parents got divorced."

I sat down on the front steps. After an uncomfortable second of stunned silence he sat down next to me and took my hand. "You didn't kill your brother and everyone knows that. But why wasn't he a witch?"

"Boys of magical blood don't have any powers; they're just carriers for the gene. Only females ever get powers, and natural witches like me have to have a natural witch mother and a carrier father otherwise they're unnatural witches and they have to use spells," I answered.

"Oh, what if you had children with a werewolf; would they be magic as well as a werewolf too?"

I nodded slowly, "Well yeah, but I'm not having children anytime soon."

"Okay, okay. I was just checking."

I stood up, feeling a little awkward, and Stiles who seemed just as awkward as me, stood up too. He pulled me in to a big hug. "Okay now get back inside."

"I think I might just go home."

"You sure?," he asked, I guess he wondering whether I would be safe with Alphas running all over Beacon Hills.

"Yeah, I just need to get a ride home."

He nodded and opened the door for me to go back inside. "Is anyone going home?," I asked to the large mass of people sitting in front of the TV.

Allison raised her hand, "I am, my dad wants me home tonight, it would be the first time in three days so I can drop you off on the way down there."

"Thanks," I replied.

"Actually I have a rather wonderful idea, Allison," interrupted Lydia, "Why don't we have a girls night at your house. I'm sure your dad won't mind."

"Good idea. Come on Erica, Lydia."

Right before we were all about to walk out the door, Scott called out for Allison, "Are you guys going to be safe?"

Allison gave him the snidest look I'd ever seen come from her, "Scott, I love you, but you worry too much. My father has the biggest arsenal of weapons on the west coast. I'm a trained Hunter. Erica's a werewolf. Maria is a witch, and Lydia is the smartest person I've ever met. We're fine."

"Well at least say goodbye to us," Scott pleaded, looking, as usual, like a puppy.

We all said our goodbyes: Allison and Scott sharing an exceptionally long hug and then an exceptionally long kiss, Erica and Boyd doing the same, Lydia and Jackson following suit, and then me, standing there awkwardly. Apparently sensing my awkwardness, Peter stood up to hug me. As soon as he wrapped his arms around my waist he spoke in a hushed whisper, "I really don't care that you killed someone, frankly, you're in good company here."

"Is it true you have no conscious?," I asked regarding the Alpha's comment from earlier that day.

He nodded, "I'm working on it though." He released me and then sat back down on the couch next to Derek. Next Stiles stood up, "Here's your knife back." He had my dagger in his outstretched hand, hilt first.

"Keep it," I said, "Allison and I will teach you how to use it tomorrow." Stiles nodded, but seemed a little awestruck. I guess it was weird to have something like that knife all to himself.

Then Erica, Lydia, Allison, and I all left, hopping in Allison's silver car. We pulled up to Allison's rather large house and all went inside loudly. A man who I assumed was her father was waiting in the living room for us. He may have been handsome when he was younger, but now he just looked sad and defeated. There were worry lines framing his mouth and eyes. "You could have told me you were bringing people over."

"Sorry Dad."

Mr. Argent nodded and stood up, "It's fine, just don't do it again."

He folded up the newspaper that he had in his hand and got up from his chair. "Don't stay up to late sweetheart," he kissed Allison on the forehead and smiled at Lydia, Erica, and I. He ascended the stairs quietly, and a little sadly.

Allison and Lydia walked towards the kitchen, which was adjacent to the living room. I stepped in front of Erica before she could follow them, "Why was Allison's dad so… sad?"

Erica pulled us out of sight of Allison, "He lost his wife a few months ago. Understandably he isn't over it."

I nodded solemnly, now wishing I hadn't asked; I felt like I had intruded into something that I was in no place to know about. Apparently sensing my unease, Erica tried to comfort me, "Look, Allison has no problem with you knowing- I mean everyone at school knows- but don't bring it up in front of her or her dad. It's been rough between them."

Erica gave me an awkward half smile and gave a too fervent nod, her eyes widening a bit too much. "Let's go back, before they start wondering where we are."

We both entered the kitchen and I looked at Allison. It really didn't seem like she had lost her mother. In fact, she seemed absolutely delighted. Her whole face was aglow, and she was laughing and giggling with Lydia, who had already started cooking.

"What are you cooking," Erica asked, pulling herself up to sit on the counter.

Lydia turned around with a huge butcher's knife in one hand and a slab of meat in the other. "Beef tongue, obviously."

"What?," Allison asked, shrieking a little when Lydia waved it around.

Lydia, apparently not seeing eye to eye with Allison just shrugged, "Well I figured since twenty-five percent of us is carnivorous," Lydia gestured towards Erica, "another twenty-five percent of us ate blood sausages in Croatia, " this time Lydia pointed at me, "and I am an adventurous person."

Lydia glared intensely at Allison, as if willing her into trying it. After a good thirty seconds Allison cracked, "Fine I'll try it." Lydia jumped up in the air, smiling, "Awesome, you won't regret it."

While Lydia cooked up the food, Allison, Erica, and I all looked for a movie we could watch. After a bit of arguing we settled on The Dark Knight Rises, mainly for Allison and I's fondness of it. Also, we couldn't help loving how badass all of the characters were.

Once Lydia had successfully cooked the tongue she served it up on a plate. As Jim Gordon gave his speech about Harvey Dent we all dug in to the beef tongue, except for Allison; she just picked at it tentatively. Erica and I thanked Lydia for dinner, but Allison just sighed and set it aside. Erica asked for Allison's portion to which Allison gratefully let her have it. I guess she did not want the burden of having to finish it.

Once we finished the movie we turned off all of the lights and tried to go to sleep. Lydia was on twitter for an hour and a half trying to mull over what had happened that day, Erica and Allison blasted music. It sounded as if Erica was listening to classic rock. From where I sat it sounded like the Grateful Dead. Allison's music wasn't loud enough for me to hear, but that was okay. It was easier to fall asleep in the quiet.

Though after everything that had happened today, I would be surprised if I got more than a few hours of sleep.

However, I soon fell asleep, thanking God that I would be able to function the next day.