Quick heads up, this chapter is going to have a little bit from Alex's Point of view.

Just thought you should know.

Little bit of insight into her mind.

Kayla POV

My head was pounding, I could hear half whispered voices. But I couldn't really make out their words.

Everything that had happened after my mother had gone home was a slight blur. Though it was getting clearer every second. At first I thought it had been an accident. But I realize now that it wasn't. I could have run, gotten away, I'd made a conscious choice not to. And now, well...Now I wasn't really sure...

I moved slightly, my entire body was sore, downside of sleeping on pavement. My eyelids fluttered as I sat up, and the room came into focus.

I blinked a couple times to make sure I was seeing right, everything was sharper, more focused, even though the room was dark, I had no problem seeing. It wasn't, bright, exactly, just...I can't even explain it. Shadows were still there, but, they didn't hide things like they would to my eyes before.

"Hey sissy." Jesse's voice, always edged in excitement.

Sliding off the couch I stood up, slightly unsteady for a moment. I walked up to him, and punched him in the mouth hard as I could.

"What the hell Kayla!" He shouted over Eric and Kyle's laughing.

"That was for leaving me." I muttered, satisfied that it did seem to have actually hurt him.

"Eric didn't think you'd go through with it." Jesse said, ignoring my comment and probably hoping I'd punch Eric as well.

"I admit I was doubtful, but without reason apparently." Eric gave me a small smile, which I returned.

My eyes sought David, he was quiet, something I didn't expect. But his expression was one of pride, which I both understood, and was confused by.

A certain sort of happiness ran through me when I saw his face, I was happy to have done what I did.

I think the only thing that confused me truly. Was the fact that I felt no regret whatsoever. I had murdured someone, and yet...Despite my Mother's warnings, I was still myself, still comfortable around the four of them.

My Mother. Hell. She was going to kill me. Or...She would...If I wasn't already dead.

Okay, I lied, something else is confusing me. I don't really think I'm dead. I still have a heartbeat. Even if it's a bit faster than before. It's still there.

The hunger I'd felt earlier was still there, it seemed barely muted, only just ignorable. The ache that came with it was gone, I figured it would be. Considering that it no longer needed to take me over. I had never really given it the chance to.

"Awfully quiet aren't you?" I asked David. The words had left my mouth before I could stop them.

"I'm just listening." I blinked, for a moment not understanding his words.

But my confusion only lasted a second. They all seemed to be able to understand each other's meanings with a glance. It seemed like words passed between them when none were spoken. Maybe, to a certain extent, they could read each others mind's, or thoughts, whichever it was.

Thoughts mostly, something really helpful when we're in, other company.

Kyle's voice, clear as a bell, clear as if he'd spoken aloud, only his lips didn't move.

Is it only the four of you? I thought. Not thinking to count myself.

Seven, David corrected. And yes.

I wasn't very sure what I thought of this. Although I believed it would include an awful lot of annoying babbling, coming from Jesse. And, wait, Seven?

Alex POV

Four hours, it had been four hours since I left Kayla to go and see David.

I was pacing the dining room, Isaac was trying to calm me down.

"She'll be here soon, she'll be fine Alex."

I gave him a pained look "You know I can't just sit here and wait. I've never been able to."

He wrapped his arms around me "Relax. You know he wont do anything to her yet."

Yet

God, over the years I had really come to hate that word. Come to think of it, any word pertaining to anything uncertain I didn't much like.

He pulled me softly down into a chair, I sighed, not sure if I could stand staying here much longer.

Good thing I didn't have long to wait. We heard the front door open and close.

I jumped up, but before we could even get to the door of the dinning room Kayla walked in.

I hugged her glad she was okay. She hugged me back, harder than she usually did, she seemed happy to see me.

Isaac hugged her as well, I saw her stiffen momentarily when he did, something he missed, but I didn't.

"Well?" I asked her, my eyes sweeping over her, a sort of tenseness hid in the way she stood, barely noticeable. She was watching me as much as I was her.

"I think I'll let him explain." The words fell out of her mouth, but I didn't completely register what they meant.

"If her mind would work how yours did, explanations would be needed." David said, as the four of them came into the room behind her.

I studied Kayla carefully. Though she radiated the same slight tenseness, her eyes were lit with a sort of exhilarated fire. An expression I had seen in those same eyes, only on a different person. It was the look I always saw in David's after he fed, it scared me that I saw it in hers.

"How dare you." I murmured.

I had lost her, after all this time, fearing, guessing, trying to protect her. She was gone.

"I haven't done a thing." David said.

My eyes flicked back to my daughter. She nodded.

"He's right. It was my choice." Her voice was flat, her eyes wary. She was afraid of my reaction.

"Kayla..." Isaac was staring at her with a mix of sadness and disbelief.

"I wish I could say I was sorry." She said, her voice gaining strength "But it would be a lie."

At that moment I felt a different sort of pain, emotional, it felt that somehow my insides had disintegrated. It was something the likes of which I hadn't felt since the very early years of my abuse.

I wasn't often one to just stand in shock of something. But I was rooted to the spot. I did not cry, I seemed beyond it. I didn't speak, I didn't think I was able. My eyes were locked on the two of them. Kayla and David. The world could have ended and I wouldn't have noticed.

Something happened in that moment I couldn't explain from any day afterward.

Isaac, I think, had never stopped carrying a stake in his shirtsleeve, I noticed it only because I knew what it looked like. And in one movement, that even my eyes could have missed, He lunged at David.

I really feel like I'm not doing David justice. But, well, I did write this originally as non-fanfic so, he's mostly MY character and not the one Warner brothers made, so, uh, sorry about that, I'll get around to fixing it and making him more, well, HIM, later on. But right now I'm focused on another story on another website and I need all my mind on that. R&R please