"Don't move."
"Just kill her."
"No, You cant. She is his daughter, he would kill us the second he heard. He would know it was us."
"Then what do we do? She knows too much now."
"She is only 7 years old, lets just keep her. She will forget all about this."
"We cant just keep her on our own, she needs a mother figure."
"Give her to Elena and Damon. They'll be perfect."
"Fine, but I still think this is a bad idea."
"Just go with it John!"
She heard a groan and a shuffle of feet behind the door. She hadn't moved since he yelled at her. She was so scared, she was shaking. She didn't know where she was or where her mother was or her father. She was lost, so lost. The door then opened and the man called "John" said lightly to her while holding his hand out for her to take, "Come, little girl. Let me take you to your mom and dad." She hesitantly gripped his hand and they walked out of the cold room and got into a large dark car where she was put into a car seat. "I don't like car seats, mister. I'm seven." He just ignored her and started the car before heading north towards his destination. When they finally reached the blue house he stopped the car. There on the porch waited Damon and Elena, Damon's arm protectively around Elena's waist. John then got out of the car and opened the side door of the car, unbuckling the little girl from her seat and taking her in his arms. Carrying her over to them he stopped right before the porch and set the girl on her feet. "These people are your new mommy and daddy, sweetie." Her blue eyes shifted to the couple in wonder and they smiled down her. "Are you sure?" Her tiny voice rung like sweet bells. John nodded and Elena took the opportunity to kneel down to her height and say, "Hello sweetie I'm your new mommy Elena, and this is your new daddy Damon. What's your name?" Her blue sparkling eyes looked into Elena's eyes and says softly, "My name is Miley."
Ten years later Miley sat in the basement testing her newly fixed handgun out on a dummy. When the last round was finished she whipped off her goggles and ear muffs and tossed the now empty gun on the table. "Dad?" Damon opened the basement door and answered, "Yes?" "Where is mom?" "At the store sweetie." She nodded and exited the basement and headed to her room, which was right next to her brother Joe's. Joe was a year older than Miley, 18, and attended school at the nearest community college. He used to always have girls in his bed, but that was until he met a certain girl. Selena. She was Miley's friend and when Joe was out with their father Miley and Selena usually hung out until he got home. She could tell she was the one for him, the way he looked at her, like she was the only one he saw. Like she was a goddess, like she was the only thing that mattered besides his sister. Looking at them, she knew that's what she wanted. A love that lasted, one that shone through all the troubles in life, one she had yet to find. She knew there were troubles though, she knew Selena worried about him being in their father's business. A gang. They never knew when or if he would come home but Miley knew that in three short months she would be joining them, but she wasn't afraid. No, she has been training for this her whole life. She was as ready as ever. It was her destiny to be part of this life. Even if it meant to become a killer.