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Chapter 8

"We're here." I peeled my eyes open as we drove through a guarded gate and down a long wooded path. It opened up to a town. With what almost looked like a castle in the middle. Except it didn't have the pointed towers. The sun was up, though that wasn't really a problem. They rolled to a stop in the open. The girl next to me looked at me.

"Can you, uh, go in the sunlight?" She asked carefully. I smiled.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, I can." She nodded and pushed open her door. They grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the castle. I gulped. No one was out to stare. I guess that was a good thing. A blond woman stood inside the entrance. She was smiling. I glared her down. Slowly her smile diminished. It was probably because of the eyes. It tended to freak people out.

"Luka," She said clapping her hands. "We have been looking for you for quite some time." I just stared at her. "Y-you're mother has been looking for you-"

"I don't want to talk about her." I snapped. She raised her eyebrows.

"She- okay… well she wants to meet you… she's been up all day waiting for you to arrive…" She glanced at the guardians. "Your, uh, eyes are going to be a problem." She said. I laughed.

"Aren't they always." I said crossing my arms over my chest. They'd cut me loose after an hour in the car.

"Would-you be willing to wear contacts?" I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." She sighed.

"You were raised by your father?" She asked me.

"Yes."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Did your father hurt you?" I could see her eyes sharpen at my sarcastic remark. She looked at one of the guardians behind me.

"Take him to the guest room, please." She sighed turning around and walking down the long hallway. "Watch him, please." She whispered. I rolled my eyes.

"Mom?" A girl about my age appeared at the end of the hallway. She was dressed in pink pajama pants and a black tshirt. She looked just like her mother with the blonde hair. But she had blue eyes instead of green ones. She'd probably gotten that from her father. We made eye contact and she raised her eyebrows before her mother grabbed her forcefully and turned her back around. Pleasant. She was thin and tall and I found my eyes falling to her butt before she turned the corner and disappeared. Hm.

AHPOV

"I think you should wait until the sun goes down." Adrian told me from my bedroom door as I got dressed. "He'll still be here in four hours." I grabbed my phone and shoved it into my pocket.

"He'll probably sleep all night." I said. "They've been driving for a while. I'm going to go see him now." He sighed.

"You're going back tomorrow." He said following me down the steps.

"What's your point?" He didn't say anything until my shoes were on and the front door was open. Light spilled into the house. He ignored it.

"You're worried that he'll be gone in a week." He said. "Because you'll be back in a week. You want to see him before you leave." I bit my lip.

"uvidimsja pozže," I said. I'll see you later. I slammed the door and practically ran down the long path to Aunt Lisa's home. I rushed through the double doors and down to the living quarters where most of the guards were.

"What are you doing here Alexandra." Nico one of Christian's guards asked. He was leaning next to Aunt Lisa's door.

"Looking for my brother." I said.

"He's down the hall." Vanessa said closing her door. She looked pissed. "You've got a Strigoi for a brother." She snapped. "It's disgusting."

"Shut up." I said walking passed her down to the end of the hall. I wasn't in the mood to argue with her. Two guardians flanked the door. The girl opened one as I came by. The room was large with a bed at the end and a living room in the front. Luka lay on the couch stuffing what looked to be popcorn in his face. The door closed behind me.

"Hey," I said. He looked at me.

"Hi." He said turning back to the television. He licked his lips and grabbed the remote. "You just going to stand there?" He asked. When I didn't answer he glanced back at me. "Alexandra?" Rolling his eyes he set the bag on the couch and stood up. I probably had a hundred faces on right now. "Your afraid of me." He said blatantly. His smiled curved the side of his face. He looked too much like my father.

"You're actually here." I said. He cocked his head to the side.

"Yeah," He laughed. "I am." He studied me. "You wear glasses?" I touched my face where my rectangular black-rimmed frames sat on my pointed nose.

"Father gave me a concussion when I was five." I said. "Messed with my vision." He stiffened a bit.

"Keep Rosemarie out." He said randomly, sitting back on the couch. He patted the spot next to him. "Sit?" I blinked several times before nodding slowly and taking the spot where his popcorn had been sitting.

"Mom loves you." I said. He rolled his eyes. "If you knew how hard she worked to make sure she got you back-"

"I was happy where I was." I raised my eyebrows. He grabbed my hands.

"What're you-"

"Sh."

LPOV

Seeing my sister made me happy and nervous. She was like me. She was just like me. I could see it in her eyes. She acted nice and innocent but I could tell it was a show. She could burst any minute. I had to hold my breath around her though. Her blood smelled amazing… and familiar.

I needed to show her that my life wasn't hell. She needed to know. So I grabbed her hands and took her into my memories. She seemed surprised at first. "What the hell?" She said looking around. We were in my home in Ireland. I was three and running around the house. Father was watching me from the couch while he looked at some papers. I had a toy plane. "Are we… Is that you?" I nodded.

"You can't do this?" I asked turning to look at her. She shook her head.

"No… I mean I've never tried… but wow."

"Daddy," The three year old me jumped into Nathan's arms, scattering the papers all over the floor. He didn't yell at me. Sure he looked angry, but it was only for a moment. Then he was pulling me into a hug. The scene changed. I was seven years old. I was hunting with my father.

"The only problem with this," I said. "Is that you can't choose the memories you show. They come in chronological order." I had to tell her because I knew what this memory was. It was my first kill. My father had already finished his meal. The girl lay at his feet pale as a ghost. Mine was still awake and struggling. Seven year old me was struggling. My father looked amused. I didn't look at Alexandra. She was probably disgusted.

"Dad, I need help." Seven year old me growled. Nathan pushed himself off of the wall and circled him.

"You're just small." He said stepping down on both of the girl's kneecaps. She let out a bloodcurdling scream but she grew still. Alexandra backed up against the wall. Seven year old me bit down on the girls neck and sucked. And sucked. And sucked. Then she was empty. My father smiled.

The scene changed. I was ten and training in the basement of our house. We'd been in Seattle at the time. Max was pushing me hard. He hit me in the face and I went down. There was a large gash forming on across my cheek. Max sighed.

"You alright kid?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah," ten year old me wiped the blood off his cheek and onto his pants. "It's just a little blood. No big deal." Max laughed and got back into ready position. I did the same. The scene changed again. I was thirteen. Three dead girls lay on the ground in an ally. My father had blood dripping down his face. Thirteen year old me was staring at the girls and his own. He had one. He was on his second. I knew that face. He was still hungry. His veins were evident under his eyes. He was still very hungry but this was carnage. He dropped the second one on the ground. She groaned.

"I'm done." He said quietly. Father narrowed his eyes.

"What?" He asked. Thirteen year old me looked at Father.

"I…" He shook his head. "I'm not going to kill people. Not anymore." Nathan looked like he wanted to yell. But in the end he made a strange face and laughed.

"Okay, son." He said. "You'll change your mind. In time." We were back in the guest room. Alexandra looked ashen.

"I needed you to understand." She looked at me.

"That cut looked bad." She said. I laughed.

"How about this one." I showed her my arm. There was a long white cut, stretching from my elbow to my wrist. Her eyes went wide. "I was five and found my way to the kitchen knives." She grabbed my arm traced it slowly.

"Did it hurt?" I shrugged. I couldn't even remember. "Can you uh, teach me how to do that? That thing with the memories." She wanted to learn? I nodded.

"I kind of just learned about it on my own." I said. "But yeah, I'll try and teach you." My put my hands out, mine on top hers on the bottom. "Touch my wrist with the tip of your middle finger. Close your eyes and imagine your mind opening up." I watched her. "Do you meditate?" I asked after a while. She opened her eyes.

"Yes," She said. "To help with the dream walking." I Smiled.

"It's kind of like dream walking." I said. "Except you're not looking for a specific person. You're looking for, well, yourself. You're just bringing the person you're touching with you." I don't know how long we sat there like that. I didn't mind really. Popcorn was bad. I shouldn't have been eating it. I watched the tv while she meditated. Everything was fine. I was actually enjoying the time with my sister, however still keeping what she did in Russia in the back of mind. I couldn't like her. At least, not too much. Our time was ruined when the door opened and a woman walked in. A woman who looked all too much like Alexandra. And my blood went cold. Ice cold.