The uncomfortable silence was thick in the room as Clara slurped up another strand of spaghetti, licking her lips and struggling to withhold a laugh that would crack through the air. Clara had always been and would always be a nervous laugher.

Situated at the end of a stone grey table, to her lift sat her mother and father, lips pursed tightly and their backs perfectly straight as they eyes their opposites with a unmerciful glare. Eleanor Chasseurs hair shone darkly in the candlelight, creating gruesome shadows under her eyes. To her right sat an lean man with short light hair flecked with grey, a warm smile flicking the corner of his mouth and the bluest and next to him a beautiful dark haired girl, with chocolate eyes that swum darkly, leaning casually back in her chair, the same entrancing smirk that her father held.

"So Allison, aren't you a little old to be a junior?"

Clara spluttered dramatically grabbing a napkin to cover her mouth. Eyes wide she yelled in disbelief

"Dad!" her father glanced lazily at her before returning his glance to Allison "You can't just say that to people!" she finished, gesturing to the Argents with a look of sorry on her face, " I'm so sorry Allison" she rambled on glaring at her father with a look of anger. She had never seen her father be that rude to some for no apparent reason, except of course for the glance she'd caught him giving Isaac the previous day.

"Don't worry about it Clara, Mr Argent grinned in overly friendly manor before returning his stare to her father "But if there's anyone's education that in question it would be your daughters".

This time it would be Clara's drink that would take the full force of her spluttering and yet again she widened her eyes to this time glare at Mr Argent. Opening her mouth to shout back a witty insult, her stomach filled with annoyance and puzzlement. She was almost certain there was something behind this she didn't know about and it had only just occurred that she knew nothing of why they'd come to this town.

A sudden curiosity took over her and sitting up straighter in her chair she dropped her fork, ears perking up slightly as she strained to hear the conversation that would follow. The odd thing about the conversation was that each party seemed to speak words of unlikable manor yet speak so calmly it made Clara shudder.

"Clara could you leave us to talk for a minute" her father said coldly not even looking at her as he spoke.

"But I haven' t finished yet!" she yelled, searching for a reason to stay in the room, to listen to the conversation that she knew she could expect.

"Clara" her father continued bluntly, in the same demanding tone he'd use when she'd seen Isaac.

Scowling she grabbed her plate in a sign of rebellion before stomping toward the door and slamming into rudely. Carefully taking of her heavy shoes she crouched down next to the space under the door, placing her ear gently to the door, her ears perking up in wonder.

"I would check the door if I were you" Mr Argents voice murmured quietly, a suspicious tone in his voice "There's only so much you can keep someone in the dark before they want to know more".

"I know my daughter" her father replied, a confident streak in her voice "When she's fifteen she can know and it is no place of yours to interfere with that.

"Actually it is when you start killing innocent people" Allison perked up, her voice smooth and quiet

Clara's eyes widened. Her heart began to race as her father chuckled loudly.

"Who said anything about killing people, we are simply here to eliminate a threat, no people will be harmed". The way her father spoke of the subjects, seemed almost ignorant, as if talking about an animal of some kind. Clara now lie flat on her stomach, every inch of desperate to hold onto the conversation.

"We know the stories of your families traditions, they're barbaric and you know perfectly well you can't drag a fourteen year old girl into this business, it ruins lives" Allison countered her voice stronger and more challenging.

"I think it's time you left" Clara's mother spoke clearly a gentle tone in her voice.

Jolting up Clara stood up abruptly ear to the door, as the sound of footsteps headed away from her.

"No need to worry Allison " her father said calmly as the squeak of the back door rang out, "She's 15 in two days" and the door slammed shut.

Note:I'm sorry the chapters have been so short so far,I'm trying to improve the length;)