Akuma's P.O.V.

August 15th

I groaned as I hit the ground, landing on my hands and knees. I winced as the pain jolted through my body, sending pulses of pain through the injuries on my arms and the one between my hips. Everything else seemed to be healing fine, even the bruise across my face, but those three would probably take a lot longer. The first time my father cut between my hips like that, right over my uterus and probably into it, it had taken a few weeks. I was hoping that it would heal a lot better now seeing as my healing abilities had seemed to advance since then. I closed my eyes as the memory of the first time flashed across my mind and sighed before I opened my eyes and looked the house that rested in front of me. It was Victorian in style and white in colour with a darker roof. I waited a moment longer before I pushed myself up, wincing when the gravel dug its way into my skin. I quickly wiped it off before walking up to the door and knocked hard, waiting for a few minutes before knocking again, though this time it was more like I was pounding on the door.

"Uncle! Open. The. Door." I demanded, laying off to listen. I was about to start knocking again when I heard slow, shuffled footsteps and the click of a door lock. The man who opened the door was shorter than me by a few inches and was very scruffy with a beard and short hair. He peered up at me, looking as if he had just crawled out of bed, and blinked twice. Looking around, I realized that the sun was still rising here and I came to the realization that I really didn't know where here was. I had imagined going to my uncle and that's what had happened, which was shocking by itself. When I was younger and my uncle was teaching me the transportation trick, he said that you needed to know where you wanted to go, but I was glad I hadn't envisioned his old house. This one looked similar, but it was a different colour and sat in the cold, frosty country rather than in the city.

"Good lord, what? Can't a demon get some sleep around here?" He demanded, rubbing an eye and tugging a robe closed over his belly. He had a slight glare in his eyes and looked like he was ready to murder someone, though he relaxed a bit when he realized that it was me. I gave him a soft smile, though it felt very forced and I dropped it right away, turning my gaze away with a sigh.

"I-I need some help." I muttered, hating how bad my voice sounded. I cleared my throat and looked down at him, meeting his eyes and watching as he frowned and moved to the side, allowing me to step in. I did and awkwardly stood there, wrapping my arms around my body to keep myself warmer and also kind of to hide my wounds.

"What's happened?" My uncle asked, the frown on his face growing bigger as he closed the door. He started walking into the living room and waved for me to follow him so I kicked off my shoes and walked after him, tugging my jacket tight around me. It was the only thing other than my locket and a new pair of clothes that I had grabbed before I left. Everything else was in Sirius and the clothes had been waiting, probably for when I woke up. He sat on the edge of an arm chair and I hesitated for a moment before I sat on the couch, wincing as my pants brushed against the wound between my hips.

"I left them…. Alice and the Winchesters... I need a place to stay for a while." I forced myself to tell him, not wanting to tell him that I left because of Dean. I could hear my voice shake a bit and swallowed. I didn't feel totally terrible about the whole situation with Dean, but the fact that he told me I'd be the reason Alice died was killing me. I needed to be able to kill my asshole of a father before I could go back… if Alice would even want me back. I broke my promise to her that I wouldn't leave like I had last time and I did. I had never broken a promise to her and she was probably going to hate me... but I needed to keep her safe.

"You know that you're always welcome here sweetheart." Was the gruff answer as he leaned back a bit, his accent thick with sleep as he stood again. He shuffled off through a door, returning a few minutes later with a tray with a tea kettle and cups on it.

"I know, but just for a little while." I started up the conversation from before, rubbing my hand over my arm and watching him pour the boiling water into the plain white cup. "I need to hunt down my father. He needs to pay for what he's done." I explained, hearing my voice harden as a bit of anger and rage formed in my chest. This wasn't the first time I wished I was a regular hunter or even human and not his daughter but wishing would never get me anywhere, the best I could do is track down my father and kill the bastard.

"Woah whoa, hold on their sweet cheeks, you can't go after him now. You are not ready to take him down." My uncle dropped sugar into each of the cups and stirred it in, giving me a hard look that told me there was no way I was getting what I wanted. I narrowed my eyes at him, my body tensing in defense. If he thought that I couldn't do it he would get a rude awakening. I didn't need his permission to kill my father.

"Oh you don't think I can?" I shot back, pulling my arms away from my chest and wincing again. I ignored the pain in my torso and continued to glare at my uncle, ready to fight him tooth and nail on the situation as he shoved tea into my hands.

"Akuma, listen to me. He's Lucifer's right hand man and you've barely got a handle on your abilities. Just give it some time… practice and then we will talk about it." His tone was still no nonsense, the same tone he used to give me when I was misbehaving as a child before I left my father. I turned my glare down to the tea and sighed, lifting it to my lips. He had a point but I still wanted to go after him. "Not to mention that you're injured. You can't kill him if you can barely move while sitting up." He shot out and I sighed, leaning back a bit. All of this was already exhausting me and I needed to heal. My dad caused this while I was forced down and I was going to force my dad down and kill him, but I couldn't do that in this state.

"Fine." I lifted the tea to my lips again, taking a long sip of tea, letting it warm my insides. I hadn't realized that I was so cold, but the tea helped. I finished it off and leaned forward again to get more. "But you have to promise me you'll train me to fight him. I have his blood and he's got stupid abilities, I should have inherited some of them."

August 28th

I sighed hard and set my cup on the bar when I felt some guy slide up to me. He smelled heavily of alcohol and I gagged a bit, lifting my hand to my nose. "Hey sexy." He slurred the words together and I rolled my eyes, turning full on to face him. He wasn't the first guy to hit on me all night and he wouldn't be the last until I found who I came here for, but he was by far the nastiest. His shirt was stained with alcohol and what looked like puke, and he could probably fit three of me into him. I stood up sharply and took a step back, noticing his belly hanging from his shirt. There was days I'd sleep with almost anything with two legs and a heartbeat, but he was not one of those things, especially tonight. Tonight I was on the prowl for a couple of demons that my uncle said could give me information on my father. And if they couldn't, my uncle had given me a trick that could help me kill them. He said he really didn't want to waste good demons but he doesn't particularly care for the ones under my father's command; he said that he has big plans and any that are loyal to my father are just in his way.

"Not interested." I snarled, turning on my heel and walking away before pausing and looking around the bar. I was looking for a tall man with dark hair and another, shorter man with lighter hair. It didn't take long to find one of my targets. With a smirk I walked over, swaying my hips and bending down, tapping on his shoulder and giving him the eyes that every person I met knew meant that we were about to head somewhere and hook up. He stood quick and I bit back a grin, turning and leading the way out of the bar and towards an alley. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, but that just meant that they were expecting an attack or knew who I was. I could already sense that the other one was behind me.

The moment we were in the alley I lifted the tall, dark haired man up by the throat and pinned him to the wall, feeling the sharp growl rising in my chest even before I spoke. "Where's Azazel?!" I let up the pressure on his throat but I dug my nails into his skin, feeling them draw warm blood. They were sharp and ready to kill if needed and I was ready to. The demons response was a snort and a smirk, his eyes melting to black. He looked so smug and it was probably because he thought that I couldn't tell his friend was sneaking up on me. I met his curse with a swing of an arm, a sick smile crossing my face as I heard his friend's body hit the wall. "Answer me or so help me God."

"I don't know!" The dark haired demon yelled, looking panicked now. I dug my nails further into his neck, feeling blood drip down my fingers I held his eyes and let my own eyes melt away to the black and yellow pattern they picked up when I was pissed. I saw a look of anger and slight fear cross his face and I pushed hard onto his throat, turning to look at the other one, pulling my lips away from my teeth and letting out a short growl.

"Liar! Tell me where Yellow-eyes is!" My hand tightened further around the dark haired demon's throat, a bone cracking under the pressure.

"We don't know where he is. He went into hiding after dealing for the Winchester." The light hair demon finally spoke, a dark look on his face as he laughed a bit. I felt a wave of anger rise through me. It couldn't have been Dean or Sam. I saw them both when Dean woke up. They were fine… and John wanted him dead. None of them would deal with my father, none of them were that dumb and they were all fine when I left. These fuckers were filled with lies and I couldn't let them get to my head.

"Winchester? What are talking about?" I concentrated hard and turned to the dark haired one, sending a shockwave through him. I watched him convulse in pain for a moment and let up on his throat again, sucking in a deep breath and trying to keep my head even. I couldn't go too far with this or it would turn out badly and that's the last thing I needed.

"The older one!" I could hear the pain in the monster's voice as it spoke and I faltered for a moment, my hand loosening a second as I thought to Dean. There was no way in hell he would make a deal with my father. I'd kill him if he made a deal with my father. If Dean was that dumb he'd probably be killed soon anyways. "He sold his soul for the punk kid of his." He finished and I relaxed slightly in my shoulders, but I tightened my grip again and checking to make sure the light haired one was still held tight.

"You're still lying, the Winchesters are too smart to make a deal with a demon." I snarled, and they weren't, especially John…. but it would make sense as to why I saw my dad's eyes in the reaper that Dean had been talking to and why Dean had been waking up immediately after that… but there was no way John fucking Winchester would make a deal with and get killed by the monster that killed his wife. I had heard enough from my uncle since I met up with him that there was no way this could be true.

"How do you know?" The light haired one demanded as I tightened my hand around the dark haired one's throat again, completely cutting off his circulation and tossing my hair back so it was out of my face. It was times like this that I was tempted to cut it but I knew that I never would.

"I was working with them. Who do you think I am?" I laughed as I spoke, they really couldn't tell by my eyes which was pathetic. Demons liked to act like they were all high and mighty and knew everything but they really had no idea about anything, they were disgusting and dumb and I had no idea why anyone kept them around except for grunt work.

"You're his daughter aren't you?" The first one choked out and I loosened my grip again, though I was getting very tired of this back and forth. I wanted to kill both of them but I couldn't. I had to take at least one of them back to my uncle's place so that I could use them for practice. "Yeah, I remember hearing stories that he had a kid...look at you. You're the real thing then, huh?" He finished. Despite my hold on him his eyes took in my face and I blinked hard, forcing my eyes to return to their normal blue. I hated being associated with him, it was out of control that I had let the yellow out. I had to get a better control of myself in that area. I could be terrifying without my father hanging over my head.

"Shut up...answer my questions." I snapped, swallowing hard to keep my anger under control.

"Or what? You'll kill your own kind? You won't do it. You need us, you won't kill us...you can't, nothing can kill a demon." The light haired one cackled, his eyes black from where he was against the wall. I smirked and lifted my eyebrows; even the ones working for my father had no idea just how powerful he was, and that I knew someone who could teach me his tricks.

"Watch me." I purred, my voice low and husky. I did want one for practice but I could always find another of my father's minions so these two bastards could both die. I concentrated on the dark haired one pinned by my hand, ignoring the light haired one's laughter. I concentrated hard and pushed past the pain, using my anger to fuel me as I concentrated on curling up the smoke that was his being into his gut, envisioning him burning out, his life leaking away. It caused a small headache and I could taste the blood on my tongue but it worked; he flickered a few times before petering out, his body falling to the ground when I released it. "Ready for your turn?" I asked as I spun to the other one. He tried to escape but I easily pulled him back down, repeating the process and releasing his body as well.

I didn't want to believe that John had sold his soul, but he could have. I had no way to know, I was banished from the group by Dean and myself. I spat blood on the ground and wiped off my lips before returning to my uncle's house, cursing the effects of using that ability.

August 30th

Then have her uncle calm her down and get her onto different training, perhaps strengthening her psychic pinning. Have her have a small side track thought of missing Alice.

I leaned back and closed my eyes for a second, taking a moment to breathe before I opened my eyes and stared down the demon across from me, trying to pry my way into her mind. My uncle had been a bit upset that I killed both of the other demons and it had taken a while to find another one but here we were and I was supposed to be practicing my mind reading, but I was getting absolutely nowhere. This was the third day and he kept telling me to clear my head but she fought me even when it was clear and today was just not working. I had an angry drunk voicemail from Alice and a pissed text from Bobby and I couldn't get either out of my head. Dean obviously hadn't told them what actually happened and I was ready to fucking hit him. I knew I promised not to leave Alice, but she would understand if Dean explained it to her the way he did to me, though she'd still be pissed. The entire situation was fucked up. I tried to shake it off though and momentarily cleared my mind, concentrating hard on the woman, growling low in my throat as I tried harder. I couldn't get anything more than a few pictures and sentence fragments, no matter how fucking hard I tried.

"I'm not getting anything." I snapped, slamming my hand down on the table and twisting in my seat to glare at my uncle, narrowing my eyes as he ran a hand over the scruff on his face. He looked so calm and like he was actually controlling himself. It was infuriating. He could be helping more, but I had a feeling he picked a strong willed demon bitch to make it harder on me. I was sure it would help in the long run but right now I wanted four shots of whisky and to go find some random at a bar.

"Keep trying, sweetheart. Have you cleared your mind?" His voice was smooth as he spoke and walked up to me, resting a hand on my shoulder. I smacked it away and glared at him, feeling one of them prodding my mind. Before he brought this demon in to me he had made me learn how to sense when someone was trying to get into my mind and how to protect myself. It felt like fingers digging into skin and all it took was a solid brick wall to block them out, but sometimes it took a lot of work. He said it would eventually be a second nature and it seemed to be moving towards that already.

"Yeah, I have!" I stood up and stared down at him, my body tense as he met my gaze. He placed his hand on my shoulder again and shoved me into the seat, his grip iron as he pressed his fingers into my skin. I looked down at it but didn't try to move it. I knew he wouldn't budge, it was his way of telling me I was acting like a brat, though I hardly felt like I was at this moment.

"Are you sure?" He leaned down to talk in my ear, his voice still smooth and his accent thick. I looked over at him and stared for a moment before sighing and forcing my body to relax, taking a moment to think back to Alice, a pang of loneliness pressing into my heart before I pushed it away and staring back at the demon, determination filling my chest instead. No matter how hard it was to stay away from Alice and hurt her this was more important. I needed to train to kill my father. After another moment my head was clear and I met the demons eyes, getting a solid flash of my father's face, twisting and laughing. I flinched away and took a shaky breath before trying again, a smile spreading across my face when I got more than a single word or small picture.

"...gunna tell him…."

"Tell who? Tell who what?" There was only three but it was almost the whole sentence and I was proud. I had gotten further now than I had all week, before the fragments were things like 'and' as well as 'he' and it had been beyond frustrating. This made more sense. I felt a squeeze on my shoulder and nodded, bringing my mind back to the task at hand. This one wouldn't tell me what I wanted to know; I had to push past her walls and get the answers by force.

"...Winchester…..gunna die….blood….big plan….Azazel…."

"What does that mean?!" I felt panic rise in my chest at her thoughts. I had no idea what Winchester but neither of them could die, especially not by my father's hand. I tried to push again but pain filled my head and a metallic taste filled my mouth while a warm and sticky dripped from my nose. I lifted my hand and wiped it away, looking down to see the sharp contrast of bright blood against my pale skin. I growled and tried to push again but felt my chair get pulled back.

"That's enough for today. We can get more answers tomorrow." My uncle's tone told me I didn't have a choice and the pain in my head seemed to agree. With a frustrated growl I stood up sharply and turned, walking out of the room and heading for the shower. I was fine, I could keep doing this. I just needed to work through the pain but if I wanted to kill my father I had to play by my uncles training rules and it made me furious.

October 13th

"I have a hunt for you dear." I was laying across the couch with an old book about demons when my uncles soothing voice filled the room, grabbing my attention. I watched as he entered the room, a glass of scotch in his hand, only a small amount in the bottom of the glass.

"Is it something to do with my father?" I asked, setting down the book and sitting up, running my hand through my hair to get it out of my face. I stared at him as he swirled around the rest of his whisky for a moment before he downed the rest of it, a serious look crossing his face.

"Not exactly, but-" He started to speak but I had already heard enough. I rolled my eyes and stood up from off the couch and lifted my hand, signalling him to shut up. He narrowed his eyes as I started to speak, anger forming in my chest.

"What's the point then? I won't do it unless it has to do with him. We have talked about this before. Come on." I'd been here long enough already I was sure that I'd learned enough to be able to go face off with my dad. He needed to be killed and I didn't want to be put off anymore. The longer that this took, the longer it would take me to get back to Alice and Sirius. I had fixed him up but he was still stuck at Bobby's and I had no time to go get him, my uncle didn't even know I had gone.

"If you would let me finish." He placed the glass down on the table and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Its wolves and vampires working together to take humans that won't be missed and using them in a human trafficking ring but for food." He sounded frustrated as he spoke and began to pace the living room, his steps heavy. "And if you can take this thing down alone then you can go after your father." I quickly cleared my head and reached out with my mind to read his, picking up the right wavelength and managing to catch the gist of what his last thought was. I bit down on my lower lip, debating on whether to take the hunt or not. I knew that he was lying and just wanted me to take care of a few problems for him, but after thinking about the final outcome I realized it was the best option. After all, he was telling the truth about werewolves and vampires working together, and about being able to hunt my father after this, if he thinks that I'll be ready by then, then so be it.

"... Fine." I said, tossing my hair back and standing up. "I'll need a car to drive around there." I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest and staring down at him.

"Your car's outside. You should know it's hard to hide your thoughts when you're determined to do something, you practically project them Akuma. I had someone collect it the other day after you finished working on it." He waved his hand dismissively and shrugged. "Get going, we don't want this taking longer than it needs to."

October 25th

I shivered slightly as a cold, damp wind made its way through the barn and across my skin. These monsters had been looking for slutty women with no one that would miss them and so I stood dressed in tight pants, a shirt that barely covered anything and heeled boots that came up past my knees. I had been worried that it wouldn't be slutty enough and that I would have a harder time with it, but anything skimpier wouldn't allow the hiding of the giant silver knife hidden in my boot. A glance at the window told me I didn't have much time before this man went wolf, but we were supposed to be waiting for his friend that was supposedly going to hook me up with more drugs, but I was starting to think this guy was in it for himself. "So when is your friend going to get here?" I slurred, keeping my voice low and confused, though I was alert and ready to kill the thing when I needed to.

"It won't be long now sweetheart, don't worry." The man's voice had taken on a feral growl and I looked towards the window again, swearing softly as I watched the sun start lowering over the horizon. I crouched down and went to tug my knife from my boot but was thrown to the ground instead, a big, furry, and hot monster landing on top of me, his breath filling my senses. It was rank and smelled like something rotting and made me gag hard as I tried to shove the thing off, though my arms weren't exactly in the position to do so. I got him back a bit and managed to position my arms better, though I had to use one to hold him back by the throat.

"Looks like my uncle got some bad information." I snarled, gathering my legs close to me and shoving the thing off, pulling my knife out of my boot. I spun in time to be taken to the ground again and swore when the knife skittered out of my hand, my arm smacking the thing back just hard enough so that when it tried to bite me it would do nothing to me but leave me with a nasty wound but I wasn't up for that. It started scratching instead, using its back legs to try and tear up my legs and stomach. I rolled to dodge and winced as its claws tore into my hip and his jaw snapped close to my shoulder. I shoved it back again and was about to make a break for my knife when I heard about three sets of footsteps approaching moments before the barn door was thrown open. I had time to catch a glimpse of red hair before the wolf snapped at me again and I had to turn my full attention to guarding myself, rage filling me as I saw it tear open my leather jacket.

A/N: Disclaimer: We don't own any of supernatural or the characters form the show, only Akuma and Alice and our ideas.