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Brandon's POV

"Amelie, a pleasure as always. How may I help you and Mr Garamond?" I ask politely and she just keeps her ice cold stare as she gives a slight glance to a very angry looking Mr Garamond.

"Mr Garamond here tells me that you have taken his daughter" she informs me and I sigh as I look towards the stairs where Abby was just coming down. She took one look at her father and all the colour drained from her face.

"You'd better come in then. But if Mr Garamond causes me or Abby hassle I will remove him immediately" I tell Amelie, but half warn Mr Garamond with my words. They both nod as I invite them in.

Abby's father death glares her as he walks into my living room before plopping down onto the sofa and Amelie took a seat in my arm chair. I look at Abby and motion for her to sit down as well but she violently shakes her head and instead moves behind me. She really hates her father, and I might even say fears him.

"What reasons could you possibly have to take Mr Garamond's daughter here?" Amelie asks and before I could answer Abby's father interjected.

"He's taken my daughter and is probably abusing her. He definitely looks like a pervert" he states and if it wasn't for Amelie and Abby being in room I would have attacked and drained him.

"I have not done anything to Abby, I can assure you. I am simply offering her a safe place to live to which she accepted" I tell Amelie and she looks as if she believes me more. I was quite thankful for that, Abby was actually starting to grow on me a little bit. She was a sweet girl and even I don't think that she deserves to be put through such trauma.

"Is this true?" Amelie asks, directing her question towards Abby.

"Yes, Madam Founder. It is" she replies quietly. I don't think she quite likes our company. Then again Amelie can be a scary person when she wants to be.

Amelie suddenly gains a soft warm smile that is directed at Abby. I notice how she relaxes slightly at the gesture and happily accepts Amelie's motion to come over to her.

"Now child, tell me why you wouldn't want to live with your father? He seems like a lovely man" Amelie asks and Abby tenses right back up again. The little colour she had gained in her face gone.

"I will explain all, but in private would be best" I suggest and Amelie agrees as she commands me to follow her into the kitchen. I was worried as I had to walk away and leave Abby with her maniac of a father. If he touches her, I swear to God…

Abby's POV

Panic suddenly rushed over me as Brandon had to leave with the Founder to talk in private in his kitchen. I stare at my father and move to the opposite side of the room. He won't hurt me again, I won't let it happen. I can't let it happen.

"I give you a home, shelter, even a new mum and little sister. And this is how you repay me! By sneaking off with some vampire that probably only wants your blood" he tells me. He used a normal tone but I could tell that if it wasn't for the vampires in the kitchen (the ones that can probably hear everything happening in here) he would have bellowed it at me.

"You gave me hell. It wasn't a home to me, it might be for you and your little 'family', but it wasn't for me. It was hell and the devil gave out regular beatings. Oh, and I didn't want a new mum! I wanted my mum, but I can't have her because she's dead" I shout at him. I don't care about those vampires right now; he is really pushing my buttons and my temperament.

"Your mum is dead because of you. It's your fault she's dead. And don't you ever offend my family, they mean everything to me" he warns me and I felt the tears that pricked up in the corners of my eyes.

"That's just it! It's your family. Not mine. And you have no right to even talk about my mum, you did nothing but treat her like shit" I scream and that mussed have pushed him too far because next thing I know he has slammed me into the wall and is choking me with his hand.

"I treated your mother like she was a fucking queen. Then you came along and ruined everything. You made our lives hell, neither of us wanted you; you were a mistake" he screeches in my ear as he tightens his grip. I struggle to breath in the little air that I could get, and was thankful when someone finally burst through the door and slammed my father into the ground. Leaving me gasping on the floor as I held my throbbing throat. I realised then that he had dug his nails into my neck and I could feel the blood trickling down onto my shoulders.

"I should end you right now" Brandon hisses in his ears as he holds my father on the ground, I notice then that the Founder hasn't come back to join us. Maybe she has gone?

"Is this how you treat your child? Attacking her and almost killing her. What respectable father does that?" Brandon spits out at him and I could see my father's frustration and anger rising, but he had no chance of escape from Brandon.

"She's a little slut that was a mistake. Nobody wants a slag and a hell raiser. She's an asbo waiting to happen" he shouts straight back at Brandon, to which looks unfazed by his shouting.

"Now you call your child a slut and a slag. Not exactly the best father I must admit, no wonder she came to me instead of you. And by the way, she isn't an asbo waiting to happen; she has done nothing for an asbo to be placed upon her. She's a high grade student from what I've learned, although I do wonder how such a sweet intelligent child could be the kindred of such an empty headed asshole such as yourself" Brandon taunts.

I knew I had to stop this before Brandon attacked him, but I was still struggling to breathe and it hurt to move.

"Brandon" I about managed to get out in a small whisper that sounded hearse. With one last death glare Brandon left my father lying on the floor as he came over to me to examine me.

"Are you okay?" he checks and I nod slightly as my eyes dart to my father who looked as though he was unconscious. Brandon looked over as well before standing up and telling me he was just going to fetch me a blanket before phoning both Amelie and the police. I wonder why Amelie had left in the first place. But I guess there is a better time to ask that one.

When Brandon had left the room I let myself relax seeing as my father was out cold, well that's what I thought but I heard a dry laugh as he sat up and stared at me.

"Here's daddy" he tells me as he moves as quick as lightning and has my mouth covered and me pinned to his chest. He pulls a knife out of his pocket and pokes it into my side, warning me that if I didn't co-operate he would stab me and leave me to die. Or leave me for some hungry vampire, whatever came first. I sort of prayed it was the vampire seeing as they would get it over and done with whereas leaving me for death would take too long and it would be horrendous feeling your life leaving you. Making you feel empty and hollow as you lie there on the midst of death.

"You're going to come with me and if anyone sees us you're going to smile like the supposed 'sweet' girl you are. I refuse to have you talk to me like that, and I also refuse to have you live with a vampire. He doesn't want a little slut like you. Face it" he tells me and I feel my blood boil as I kick backwards, hitting him straight in the balls. He topples over onto the floor and I kneel down in front of him as I grab the knife and throw it across the room out of the way.

"I am no slut. Yes, I made a few bad decisions that lead me to sleep with some people. But I was in depression, majorly style depression. The doctor even told you I was in depression and that I would find a way to cope with it on my own. Unfortunately, it had to be the one thing that was of the most danger to me. But that was nothing compared to you. You're the most dangerous thing I have ever encountered" I tell him and he stares at me with wide eyes.

His eyes were filled with rage, frustration and most of all; hatred. I have never seen him show me so much hate; it was too much for me to bear so I removed my eyes from his and stood up. Taking a few steps back and straight into someone. I turned around and found some big muscly bloke stood there grinning at me. I felt my heart rate speed up and the next thing I know I'm on the ground. I bang my head on the way down, and my eyes suddenly felt very heavy. I closed them and felt as life began to slip away from me and I was consumed by darkness.