Thanks again to all the people that read and reviewed or did anything with the story.:)

EvaMedina: Thanks, Haha:D And to answer your question, Alexxa will stop aging when she hits 21, so it'll be around the same age as everyone else:D

She woke up the next day in her bed with an excruciating hangover. She didn't remember how she got there or what had happened. She remembered going to the party, and before she left, something important happened. As she thought harder about it, she remembered that Damon, and every one of her mom's old friends had come back. What had happened after she left the party? All she knew right now was that she needed drugs for her hangover.

She walked down the stairs to where she knew the Advil would be. It didn't seem like anyone was home. Sam and Dean had gone on a hunt, and as a result of that, Castiel had gone with them. She was sure if any of her mom's friends were home, they would be talking, but it seemed to be oddly silent.

As she walked into the living room, she saw Damon lounging in a chair, reading a newspaper. When he saw her, he jumped slightly and almost fell out of the chair. She scared him more than Meredith did. Meredith might threaten to kill him, but Alexxa almost did.

"You're not going to try to explode me again, are you?" He asked.

"No, I just need some pills. Chugging a bottle of vodka, bad idea." She groaned.

"Haha, that reminds me of my old days." He told her, reminiscently.

"I don't care. Where is everyone?"

"Out hunting."

"Even the babies?"

"Yes, they're vampires."

"Matt isn't."

"Aah yes, the Mutt. Aubrey threatened to chop his balls off if he didn't go. And your mom wanted to catch up."

"Okay, thanks Damon." She turned to walk off.

"You know, you can call me dad."

"Nah, I'll just stick with Damon."


"Well you're one hell of a father. You know, being here all of my life. Do you even know my favorite color? Or my first word?"

"Well…" He trailed off.

"Sam and Dean are more like fathers to me than you ever were or will be."

Alexxa was internally smirking. She was proud of herself for thinking to bring up Dean. She knew there were some issues between those two. Damon was about to boil over. Dean wasn't her father. He was, and he deserved to be treated as such. He let out a loud growl.

Alexxa walked into the kitchen and came back out with a squirt bottle. She sprayed it twice in his face.

"Bad dog."

"You're lucky you're my daughter or you would be dead right now."

"What a wonderful father. And the jokes on you, I can't die."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I literally cannot die. Come look at this."

She walked into the kitchen and a grabbed a butcher knife off of the counter.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Just watch, and pull the knife out afterwards."

"Wait, what-", but before he could say anything more, she plunged the knife into her beating heart and collapsed to the floor. She was unmoving, not breathing, and had no pulse.

"No!" He shouted.

He collapsed next to her body, and stared at it. He didn't know what to do. He had her blood on him.

And that is the scene everybody else walked in on.

Cliffie! Did she mean to make it go through her heart, or is she really and truly dead? And what does everyone think when it looks like Damon killed her? Will they believe him? Please review!:D