AN: This is a story about a girl and her long lost brother, both adopted at birth, who go out to find their parents. Later, you'll see it is a Supernatural story but for the first 2 or 3 chapters it's strictly about Peyton, our main character. WARNING: Contains slash, femslash, wincest, and mentions of mpreg.

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How to Revive a Life

Chapter 1- Happy Birthday to Who?

Morning. The most evil time of the day. Too bright, too happy.

I took my time getting dressed, not wanting to leave the safety of being with Madi, my girlfriend of 8 months. Last night, her parents went out of town, so we had a little sleep over. It was great while it lasted, but now my mother is out in the car impatiently waiting.

"Peyton, you'd better get out there," Madi nagged at me.

I gave her a slight glare, "Oh, bite me. I'm tired, sore, and now I have to spend the rest of the day with my crazy family. Please, can't you find a way to get rid of her?!" I nearly begged.

"Aww," she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer, "I'm sorry, sweetheart but the only way I know to get her off my property is to give you up." She kissed me lightly, her lips feathery soft. "I love you, ya know."

"Uh-huh. You better," I set my head on her shoulder, falling into her embrace. "Me too." We stayed there for few moments in blissful silence till a loud honking horn sounded in the near distance breaking through it like glass. "Uh… dammit, mom!"

Madi chuckled. "Get outta here, Peyton," she kissed me once more, this time on the cheek. I whimpered at her softly. The blond smiled, "Go!" she pushed me toward the door. "I'll see you next week."

I groaned once more and go out to meet my mother but not before I heard Madi yell after me, "Happy Birthday!" I throw a short salute toward her.

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"Hello, Dear," my mother, Lindsey, greeted me.

"Hey."

"How was your night?"

I tried not to blush as I answer, "Fine."

"Well, that's nice." Not much was spoken on the way home. Thankful, we only live twenty minutes away. Though, when we parked in the driveway, she says, "So, is there anything special you want to do for you're birthday?"

I shrugged, "Not really." I finished mentally, Except maybe be with my girlfriend.

I heard her sigh. "What are you going to do? Go to your room and get on the computer?"

"She better not!" I heard the sound of a familiar voice that did not belong to one of my family. I glance around the door way into the house, inside were all my friends. Loud music began playing and I knew immediately my brother is in charge of the musical selection for the evening.

"Oh my God!" I ran into the crowd of people ignoring my mothers' small rant about my language. "How long have you guys been planning this?" I yell over the thumping bass.

My friends laugh at my quick change of attitude. "Not long," Zack answered, "Only, like 6 months!" we all laughed again. Then, suddenly, the group screamed, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" in my face. I can only smile, unable to be angry with them.

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"Alright. Uh-huh. Tomorrow? Uh, how about Wednesday? That's good. Alright, gotta go. Yeah, thanks. Bye!" click. I sighed, the party had just ended and people were already calling wanting to hang out tomorrow!

"Peyton, could you go get the mail before you go to bed, honey? I forgot to grab it this afternoon with all the excitement," Lindsey yelled to me from her bedroom.

"Ugh… Mom!" I whined.

"Peyton, I asked nicely. NOW GO!"

"Ah! Alright, already, don't need to burst a blood vein, mom." I walked down the staircase and went to the front door. I closed the door behind me to greet the pleasant darkness with a smile. I slowly made my way to the mailbox at the end of the drive. Everything was eirie and silent until the mail box opened with a loud squeak cutting through the quiet like a thick knife.

I sighed heavily, shifting through the mail pulling it all out one by one till I found one addressed to me. A small box, no bigger than my palm.

Peyton Adrianne Taylor

2136 Preswick Lane

41018 Edgewood, KY

"No return address?" I asked no one in particularly, "That's weird." Grabbing the rest of the mail, I rushed back up the driveway and into the house.

I sat the other envelopes down and retrieved the box. Taking the large scissors I cut the strong tape with one swipe. Inside was a small wad of newspaper taped together on top of which was a folded piece of paper. "Jeez… so much work put into one little package." I first picked up the perfectly folded paper. It read:

Dear Peyton,

A small gift on your sixteen candle. Happy Birthday, Peyton.

With Love.

PS: He'd want you to have this.

"He?" I shrugged and sat the short letter to the side, moving on to the package. As I lifted it, it was as if there was nothing in it at all. But as I unfolded it, I found something a little more valuable than a newspaper article. It was golden and in the small shape of what looked like a tiki god. There was a small opening in the back, perfect for a chain to fit through.

Gathering the rest of the mail, I headed upstairs to hand my mom the other packages and bills. "What's that, honey?" she asked as I entered.

I shrugged, deliberating whether or not to tell her. "A birthday present."

"In the mail?" she frowned deeply. I noded. "Hm. That's strange. Who's it from?"

Again, I shrugged. "It didn't say," I reply, handing the box.

She at first seemed to search for something on the box, then her eyes widened, "Go to sleep, Peyton."

"Mom?"

"To bed!"

"Okay, okay, God. Goodnight!" It worried me that she had no response to my 'god' comment.

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I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't do it! Then suddenly, a light flicked on from my mothers room. "Hm. She must not be able to fall asleep either…" I muttered to myself.

I then saw the shadow of my mother coming down the hall to my brother, Austin's, room. "Austin," she whispered as she tapped on his door.

I heard his door creak open and he answered in a drowsy mummer, "Yeah, mom?"

"We have to talk."

"Uh, mom…" he paused, "It's like 1 am. I have to get up early tomorrow!"

"Austin! Peyton got a gift this evening…from them."

"What?! When?"

A pause. "Not here." I heard them both quietly trample down the staircase and everything became quiet again.

"What was that about?" I asked the silence as I sat on the edge of my mattress. Silently, I stalked down the hall and sat on the top stair, listening.

"How could this happen?" A beat. "I thought it was closed!"

"Seems they've changed their minds."

"That's not fair! They've not aloud to do that, right?!"

Another moment passed. Growing angry at only getting part of the conversation, I shuffled slowly down a couple more steps, now able to see Austin and my mother through the mirror at the bottom of the stairs.

"It was closed, yes. But I gave them the option of contacting if need be," my mother had her head in her hands, "We never heard anything till now." Her sobs finally reaching my ears.

It is so quiet; all except for Lindsey's constant sobbing, so I decided to give up. If they were no longer speaking, then there was no fun in eavesdropping. Though, as I raised to my feet, they began again. "Why would you give them permission to speak to her, Mom? She's my sister!" This caught my attention again.

"I'm sorry, Austin. I'm so sorry!" Her soft sobs transform into cries, "I just don't understand how someone could want to just give away their own children, a little girl no less. It was my lucky break, Austin. I love you and Justin, but all my life I've wanted a little girl. You remember I nearly gave up, then they came along and easily gave Peyton to us!"

I couldn't hold in the gasp as it passed by my lips. No longer caring if they heard me or not, I stumbled to my feet and ran back to my room, trying hard to not slam the door. There, at my locked door, my knees gave in and I crumbled to the floor in sobs. Me, Peyton Taylor, No! Not Taylor. Only Peyton. I'm adopted. Sixteen years old and my fam—no, they can't even tell me face to face! It must be true, or else Austin wouldn't be so pissed at me getting such a simple trinket.

I shakily stood and went to my dresser where my gift sat. Lifting it into my palm, I asked aloud, "I don't belong here, do I?" The gold talisman merely stared back at me. After a moment, I sighed. Without a word, I shuffled around in my drawers, finding one of Lindsey's golden chains. Pulling the chain through and clasping it at the neck, I wore my lonely family heirloom.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed Madi's phone.

"Helllllloooooo? Ha, sorry I missed ya. Call back or leave a message after the beep..." beep.

"Hey, girl," I start but had to pause and clear my throat, "Heh, sorry for calling so late. Not having the best night. Call me tomorrow, kay? But, uh, don't call the house. I'll explain when you call. I love you, Mad'. Good night." I pulled a backpack and duffel bag from under my bed and sat them atop the sheets. I unpacked my drawers and closet and folded all of my jeans, shorts, and shirts into the duffel. I also grabbed my cell charger, ipod, and laptop. Zipping the packs up and swinging them onto my shoulder I looked into my bedroom mirror once more. I watched a single tear stained down my cheek. Not bothering to wipe it away, I silently cracked the door open and stalked to Lindsey's bedroom door. It was dark inside. She was fast asleep. Continuing, I slowly climbed down the stairs. I had a feeling this is what my life would be like form now on. Running away. Taking one step after another away from my previous life and into a new one.

Alright, thats chapter 1 of How to Revive a Life. Be sure to check out Alexis POV on my friends account. The story is called Eternal Night by Penname07.