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Chapter Two

Callie's point of view
I only packed most of my summer clothing into two large duffle bags. I only packed the basics like clothing, shoes, bathroom supplies, and a couple of books to keep me entertained. I didn't really know what to pack as seeing this was the first time I left the house to spend the night somewhere else. I didn't bother to ask my father or his guardians since they were on my bad side. I never really stayed angry at them for longer than a week.
I grabbed both if my duffle bags and purse before slinging them over my shoulder. I had to be downstairs and ready to leave ten minutes ago. I'm normally never a late person, which my father knows that, but I was glad that he didn't go to my room. I didn't want to be near him any time soon. I gave one quick glance around my room.
My walls were a light purple, filled with band posters, pictures of my mother, some of my drawings. I had no pictures of friends on their since I had none. Otherwise my walls would be pretty bare.
My floor was a darker purple then my walls. I had a full size canopy bed, lined in frilly lime green comforter. I had a basic dresser and desk that held my old computer that I barely use, except while I'm doing my school work.
I took a deep breath before I walked out of my room. If I would have stayed in their any longer, I would defiantly get in trouble with my father. I wasn't really afraid of him; it's just that he can be scary sometimes.
"Callie!" he shouted, as soon as I stepped out of my room. He stomped his way up the hallway stairs. His hands were clenched into fists, so hard that his knuckles were turning white. His brown eyes that were normally friendly and happy towards me were darker in anger. His cheeks were flushed, I just didn't know if it was from anger or anxiety. I knew that he was made at me. I was able to tell since he never shouted my name.
"Crap," I muttered underneath my breath. I know he wouldn't hear me. I looked into his eyes, trying not to flinch as his angry gaze torn through my soul. I never seen him like this, especially since it was directed at me.
"Are you finished packing?" he asked, harshly as he stood on the top step of the staircase.
I nodded my head, a part of me was too afraid to talk to him, and the other part of me was still angry to talk to him. I don't exactly know what he's capable of, but I do know that he has a lot of enemies that aren't Strigoi.
"Good," he said, before taking a deep breath. His anger dimmed but didn't go away. He noticed the duffle bags in my arms, as I stood there looking awkward. "Let me take one of those for you."
I silently handed the heaver one over to him. I felt bad about him carting my heavy duffle bag down the stairs, but he was the one to offer to carry it.
"Are you going to give me the silent treatment?" he asked. I said nothing. He sighed. "I know that you're not happy with me, and I'm sorry for doing this to you, but I need to find your sister. I know that you think I will replace you as my daughter once Rose finds out, but that's not true. I just need to make sure she's safe, but I need to know that you're safe also. You will hate me now, but you will get over it and make a new friend in the process."
"Ok," I said to him. I wasn't able to stay made at him for a long time. We never really argue, except for earlier. "I know that, I just didn't want to go to someone's house that I don't know. I'm being selfish right now."
"I guess I did the wrong thing by constantly keeping you locked in the house," he muttered, with a shake of his head. He had a frown on his face. "Tim's a good guy. He's a non royal Moroi. His daughter, Katie, lives with him after her mother died. She's a dhampir that is homeschooled. She has a disability. She's not able to walk."
"Oh," I said, looking towards the ground. I didn't know what to say to him; maybe I was being selfish buy not wanting to leave my house. "I'll stop complaining."
"Good," he replied with a knowing smirk on his face. I knew that he said that now so I would be able to talk to him and not keep giving him the silent treatment. "I knew that you would start talking to me sooner than later."
I narrowed my eyes at him, "I know that the only reason why you told me is so I will talk to you."
"I know," he said smirking.
I shook my head at him. He knew me too well. He took my bag and placed it in the trunk of his car. I put the one that I was holding, inside the trunk, right next to the one that was just place inside their moment ago. My father's, and his two guardians, suitcases were already inside of the trunk. I got inside of the back seat of the car. My father was sitting in the passenger seat. Sometimes he likes to be driven around in his own car. One of his guardians was sitting in the backseat next to me, while the other one was going to drive the car.

During the car ride I was listening to my iPod that I received for my last birthday. I laid my head against the window of the car, and drifted off to sleep. I woke up to someone shaking my arm, lightly.

"Callie," said dad, as he had a small smile on his face. "It's time to wake up. We just arrived at Tim's house, sweetheart."

"Okay," I said, sitting up in my seat. I looked out the window and frowned. There was no grass in front of the hose, only dirt and some shrubs which haven't been trimmed in decades. The house, who only looked like it was two stories, was a dirty white with pieces of paint chipped off. Windows were dusty, there were cobwebs dangling from the roof. The stairs were missing some pieces of wood and the other half looked like they were decaying. An old style Iron gate was moving back and forth in the early spring wind.

I looked at my father, and whispered to him, "Is this the place I will be spending while you're away? This place is a dump."

"Tim is doing some repairs on his house," said dad, as he scratched his beard. "I know that the front part of the house is a dump, but he and his daughter live in the second part of the house while the first part is getting some fixing done in the inside. There's nothing to worry about as seeing this building is safe enough to live in."

"Fine," I said to him. "Even if this place is a dump, I'll still live here until you take me home."

"That's my girl," said Dad with a bright smile on his face.

My dad and I both got out of the car, while the guardians were getting out my bags. My dad and one of his guardians went through the Iron Gate first. I walked behind them observing my soundings. The ground was covered in healthy trimmed grass, with several brightly colored flower beds that looked like they were put together with love and care. Concrete benches, gargoyles, stone animals were sitting throughout the yard. There were some trees that gave off some shad in the yard. The house on this side looked so much better also. The paint was a light blue, which looked like it was recently painted. The windows were cleaned and free of dust; some of them were open and had different color curtains flowing out of them. There was even a ramp that went to this door instead of stairs.

Although this side did look better than the front, this house was still a dump. Piles of garbage were overflowing two garbage cans. Several paint cans, and wood were scattered across the yard. It looked like they were still being used though. When I looked past the trees I was able to see cars. Lots of old cars and older trucks, that didn't look like they were working or fixable. Maybe this guy worked on cars for a living.

As soon as we made it to the front door, my dad rang the doorbell. Not even to seconds later it was opened up by a man who was in his early forties at least. He was tall as any Moroi guy is. His hair was black and receding back. He had blue eyes that reminded me of crystals. He was wearing a plain black button up shirt and blue jeans with cowboy boots.

"Abe," the guy said, as he grinned at my father. "It's been a while. It's good to see you. This must be your daughter, Callie."

"You too," responded my father. "Yes, this is Callie."

The guy, who I assumed is Tim, shook my hand rather quickly before dropping it. "Come inside."

Tim turned around and walked into the house as we followed behind him. His house seemed a bit friendlier. The walls were a light blue, and there were pictures of his daughter along the walls, although some of them also held a couple of dogs, and classic cars. The floor was, surprisingly, carpeted. We ended up in a small little kitchen where there were two teenagers eating some ice cream.

The girl that was in a wheel chair had light chestnut brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her skin was pale, even for a dhampir. She was skinny, unlike the other teenage girl. She was wearing brightly colored shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The other girl had short raven black hair and ice blue eyes. She was chubbier than the other girl. She was wearing nothing but black, including her makeup. Both of them gave me blank looks as soon as they saw me staring at them.

"Callie, Abe," said Tim. "These are my two daughters, Katie and Freda."

"Hi," I said. Katie must have been the one in the wheelchair, as seeing that is the only one that my father told me about.

"Hey," said Freda, with a scowl on her face. "She's the one that's going to be staying here? She's too energetic. I don't like her."

"Me neither," said Katie.

I frowned, this was going to make things a lot more difficult.