Authors Note: Hey ya'll! Here is the sequel to Venting! There may be some fluctuating between Chloe's point of view, and Sydney's. But it will be easy to follow I promise! anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as you did venting! =D
The Lost One
Chapter One
CHLOE POV
Its been seven years since I last saw my little girl. I missed her terribly. I feared for her deeply. I hunted for her daily.
Ever since she was taken, I have dedicated myself to finding her. and one day, I WILL find her. And I WILL kill the bastards who took her away from me.
"Chloe?" Derek sighed, as he entered the room. I stood at the window, my hand clenching my pendant, as I stared out at the street. Wondering where she could be, and what she was doing at this very moment.
"Dinner is ready." He whispered as he walked up beside me, putting his arms around me. I flinched.
"Chloe..." He sighed, resting his head against mine. "Please..."
I shook. "Today... Derek...I..." I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. I took a deep breath and tired to pull myself together. I was NOT going to fall apart. This day was always the worst...
"I know." He turned me around to face him. "We will NEVER give up. I will hunt for her until I find her. No matter how many years go by."
I believed his words. He longed for her too. We both woke up during the night with horrible nightmares. Some days were easier than others. But I never forgot. Not once. Not even after our second child.
Vanson.
He was four years old. I had never thought I would have another child. I feared losing him to the Cabal as well. I didn't think I could take another loss.
The day I found out I was pregnant, I told Derek and we sat down with Tori, Simon and Kit. We all decided the best, safest action was for Derek and I to go into hiding while the others continued the search. We still keep Vanson hidden from everyone except for our family. We don't know who we can trust anymore. Not after what happened last time...
Seeing Aunt Lauren die that day in the woods, about tore me apart. But then losing Sydney? I wanted to die. I felt like I had for some time. The pain and loss overtook me. It took almost a month for me to snap myself out of it. The one thing that pulled me out, was Sydney. Kit had gotten word from one of his contacts of a new baby at a location in Virginia. Immediately Derek set up a team to go in and check it out. To say the least, it wasn't her. There was no baby there at all. The location itself was false. Kit learned to narrow down his contacts, we learned to be a little more careful about who we listened to, after all, it could have been a trap and gotten us all killed.
I on the other hand, learned that I hadn't lost my baby. Not completely. She WAS out there. I just had to find her. That day pulled me out of my depression and brought the fire back. I wasn't going to give up. Not without a fight. I would get my daughter back. I wanted my family together and whole.
"Momma!" Vanson called out as he came wondering into the room. Derek turned and smiled down at him, lifting him into his arms.
"Aunt Tori says its dinner time!" He rolled his eyes. A horrible habit he had picked up from Tori. I couldn't help wondering what habits my daughter had picked up over the years...
I took a deep breath and looked down at my son. He had Derek's eyes, but his hair was a dirty blonde, and hung in his eyes. I smiled. "Your going to need a haircut soon." I said as I ran my hand through his hair.
He sighed, peering up at me. "No." He stated flatly, crossing his little arms.
"What was that?" Derek asked, reaching down and swinging the little boy up into his arms.
"I said no!" Vanson screeched, and giggled as Derek swung him over his shoulder. "Thats what I thought you said." Derek laughed. "But what is your REAL answer?"
"I don't want a haircut!" Vanson laughed.
"Nope, not correct either!" Derek laughed and began tickling him. Vanson giggled and flailed his arms and legs. Derek swung him around and put him back on his feet. "Your getting a haircut boy." Derek growled, playfully, of course. Vanson threw back his head. "Why?" he whined.
I crossed my arms and watched the two of them as they bantered back and forth. One thing about Vanson, he may have Derek's eyes, but he had the most outgoing, humorous personality, while Derek was always quiet and reserved, unless he was angry.
Watching the two of them, made my heart ache. I had my boys, but I wanted, NEEDED my girl. If only I knew where she was...
SYDNEY POV
"Happy Birthday Sid!" Lydia smiled as she sat down beside me at my little coloring table.
She leaned over my shoulder to peer at my drawing and I covered it up with my hands. "No."
She sighed and yanked it from my grasp, looking at the paper.
"Another one? Who is this you keep drawing?" She asked.
I looked across the table to the girl across from me. Silvia giggled and shook her head.
"No one." I murmured, yanking my picture out of her hands.
"Whatever." Lydia sighed, "Well, lets go have dinner. Come on." She stood and grabbed my hand. I was always curious about Lydia's hands. I never saw them. They were always covered in cloth.
"Are your hands ugly?" I asked as Lydia led me down the hallway to the dinner room.
"What?" She asked. Her brown eyes scrunched in confusion.
"Why do you wear those?" I asked again, trying to figure out the best way to get my answer.
Lydia looked down at her gloves. "I'll show you one day." she smirked.
"Why not now?" I pouted. No one ever told me anything. And when they did it was things I didn't want to hear...
"Your too little." She replied with a wave of her hand. A dismissal.
"Theres the birthday girl!" Cried Mr. St. Cloud. I ran over to him and crawled up into his lap. "Lydia won't tell me why she wears those things on her hands all the time."
"Oh, well that wasn't very nice of her now was it?" he asked, looking over at Lydia. They gave each other a look, one I didn't understand.
"Would you like to open your presents first?" He asked. He pointed to a pile on the table and I smiled. This was the great thing about birthdays. You get your favorite food, cake, and toys!
After opening all my presents we all sat down to dinner. I looked around the table to all the people. There was Lydia, who was blonde with brown eyes. She was okay most of the time, but she got on my nerves pretty often. She wasn't my favorite person, but she didn't scare me. She scared the others though, but I couldn't understand why.
Then there was Jacob. He was big, really big. He had no hair on his head and a big line down his face, of all of them, he was the one that DID scare me. He never talked me, and I never saw him other than in the dinner room, but he was still scary to look at...
There was Mr. St. Cloud, who was nice. I really liked him. He was always getting me toys and taking me places. He asked me to call him daddy a few times but I didn't know why...I didn't even really know what that word meant.
Once, Silvia talked to me about her mommy and daddy, and when I asked Lydia if I had a mommy and daddy she told me that mine were evil and didn't want me. She said they hated me and tried to kill me. After that I didn't like the words. They scared me. When I told Mr. St. Cloud why I wouldn't call him daddy, he didn't say anything, he just sighed and gave Lydia one of those looks he always seems to give her.
I pushed my fork around on the plate, moving my peas from side to side. I hated peas.
"Are you done?" Lydia asked, eyeing my plate. I set down my fork and nodded. "Yes."
"Then you can take your things and go back to your room." She motioned towards my pile of toys in the corner. I wondered over there and gathered them up, taking them back down the hall to my room.
When I got to my room, I put my toys away. I had a lot of toys, and they all had a place.
"Are these your birthday presents?" Silvia asked as she wandered over to the toys. She reached down to pick up a pink teddy bear but her hand glided right through.
"He looks soft..." She sighed, sitting silently down on the floor. "I wish I could have a birthday party and get presents."
I sat down across from her. "Why can't you?" I asked.
"I don't have birthdays anymore." she replied with a huff.
"How come?" I asked.
"I'm not alive." Silvia sighed.
For the first time realization hit me. "Were your mommy and daddy evil too?" I asked. The story Lydia had told me about mine, wanting to kill me, came rushing back to me.
"What? No! They were good parents!" Silvia exclaimed.
"Oh...mine were evil and wanted to kill me.."
Silvia shook her head. "I don't know about that Sydney. Parents are supposed to be good. To take care of you and love you. Not hurt you..."
"But Lydia said..." I began but Silvia cut me off. "Lydia is mean and bossy. Why would you believe anything she says anyways?" She rolled her eyes and I sighed. Maybe Silvia was right...
