Ok, so this my first fanfic ever, i'm not really sure what i'm doing, but i hope you like it. p.s. if some one could help me out as far as how i'm doing let me know please.

Stevie Rae was abused before she ran away. she then gets marked, and goes to the house of night, her father comes back and tries to kill her or will Rephaim protect her? its better than it sounds, first fanfic ever, so give it a try.

Kida.


Stevie Rae pov:

Eight years ago (Stevie Rae is ten)

I was in my room doing my homework when all of a sudden my Mama ran into my room, and locked my door. She took my scarf that was hanging on the back of my door and tied a knot from my doorknob to dresser. She then ran to me, took my backpack and dumped the contents that were inside on my bed. She ran to my closet and began to stuffing my clothes into the bag.

"Mama what are you doing?" I asked as I got off my bed and started to walk towards her, when all of sudden I heard banging and yelling at the front door.

"Baby, you have to leave baby, Daddy's lost it, I'm not gonna make. You have to leave without me baby." I started crying 'cause I knew what she meant, and what was coming next. She took off her gold cross necklace, and put it on me. I heard the front door burst open.

"You and Mimi (Mimi is the nickname my mama gave me) can run, but can't hide!" I could hear his heavy footsteps as he ran up the stairs.

Mama put my backpack on my shoulders. Daddy started to bang on my door, I heard someone scream, and it took me a moment to realize that it was me. Mama opens the window. She places me on the tree outside my window.

"I love you baby with all my heart. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but you Mimi, Stevie Rae are the one thing I did right. I've tried to protect you as long I can. But I can't protect you anymore, only you can now. Remember everything I've taught you, remember it's up to you now, to fight for your life. Remember that I love with everything I have. But most importantly, never forget where you came from."

Suddenly the door burst open. There stood daddy, a big knife in hand covered in blood, the murder gaze in eyes was unmistakable, and the anger was practically vibrating off of him. I look at mama, and just realized that she had big cut on the side her left arm that was oozing blood. How did I knot notice that before?

"Isn't this sweet? You, trying to protect Stevie, hahaha." He grabbed mama by the arm, her back facing him. I saw mama wince from he grabbed her arm, as he put the knife to her throat.

"Run baby, run Stevie Rae, run!" She shouted.

"You run Stevie, and I'll find you. There's no where you can run, no where hide, that I won't find you! I'll always find you, you run Stevie and I'll kill you!" he threatened.

"Don't listen to him Stevie Rae! Run, run now, ru…" Mama's voice died out as daddy slid the knife across her throat.

"Noooo!" I screamed as I watched her fall to the ground. I looked at mama, and then to papa, he was stabbing her in the chest repeatedly, as if to make sure she was dead. I climbed down the tree, once I was on the ground, I took on last look at the placed I called home, and I ran, as fast I could, and I never looked back.

I used to enjoy the silence. Used to as in past tense, especially at night. Night was favorite time of quite, because if it was quite it meant that daddy was either gone, or asleep. Which meant no pain, no screaming, no yelling, no gasps of pain, just complete, total utter silence.

Often when it was quite at home, I would think of what my life would be like when I got older. I wonder what my life would be like. Would I be happy? Sometimes I would wonder what it like if I ran away, but I would only ever think that for a moment, because I could never leave my mama alone.

At night I used to pray that God would kill my father. I would pray that He would just kill him, sometimes when I was desperate I would even pray that he would just disappear. Sometimes I think God put my father on this earth, as his way of saying "Yes there is a Hell." I smiled and softly chuckled at that last thought.

Maybe God took my mother away as a punishment for wishing horrible deaths on my father every day. My mama used to saying people die because God needs them. But how could He need her more than I do?

I shudder at last memory I have of my mama. I never even got the chance to tell her that I love her too. The way my mother died was painful, brutal, and sad even. But the way she died was also quick, easy, and silent.

"Mmmmm…" Here we are, back to that word again, silent. The one word that used to comfort me now terrifies me. I know now that silence also means death.

Here I am. 312 Los Padres, blvd. I can't believe I'm here. Before my father made us move, two years ago, I used to live here, well not here, here. I used to live down the block at 314, but here, this is where my best friend Marco lives.

When I lived here, Marco and I were practically inseparable. He was like my brother and I was basically his sister. He's the only one that knew what my father did to us. He's two years older than me. When I lived here, I used to go over to his house as often as I could to hide from my father. Once my father out that he knew, he made us move, he made stay away from him. I didn't tell Marco the real reason why we were moving, but I think secretly he knew. He told me that I could always come to him, if I ever needed him.

So here I am in front of his house, debating on whether or not if I should knock on his door, or if I should just leave. What if he doesn't remember me? What if he does? What if he tells me to get lost? Well, it not like I have many options, here goes nothing. I knocked on door…

Silence, nothing. Just as I was about to turn to walk away the door opened.