Hey guys! Sorry for not updating in a while...my computer had to get repaired :/ But I'm back! I hope you liked the last chapter! I wrote it on my way home from nationals...it was a 12 hour drive! Anyways, here is chapter 9! It's not as long as I wanted it to be, but it will suffice :3

Diana's POV

Astrid and Sam were now leading the way to Astrid's house. Caine was carrying Natalia and walking by my side. I was sniffling slightly and blinking back the tears gathering up in my eyes.

"Diana..?" Caine asked.

I looked up at him, a sign of him to go on.

"I was wondering...didn't you say your mom was paralyzed after falling down the stairs?" he asked.

I bit my lip, "Yeah. Well, she was. But then she went to Amsterdam or something and got surgery done. It was a success and then she spent months taking intense physical therapy. She still goes. She didn't walk much when she came up to us, and when she did you could still see her walk stiffly and strangely and a bit of a limp.".

"Ah" Caine said, taking in the information.

We continued walking.

Then, before we knew it, we were at Astrid's house.

Astrid opened the door, and she and Sam walked right in. Caine and I, however, hesitated. We looked at Natalia, who was still in Caine's arms. We both exchanged frightened looks. No one knew what could happen when we step inside the house. What would happen when Natalia and Little Pete see each other? I guess we'll have to find out..

Natalia's POV

The gaiaphage was finally out of me. My body, my MIND, was still trying to process that. I was also thinking about how I have the ability to talk and think, at this age. Come to think of it, I don't even know how old I am. Even though the gaiaphage no longer existed, some parts of it still lingered in my head. But I took the comfort of being able to breathe in the scent of my daddy. I smiled at the thought, I could finally call Caine Soren my daddy, and not just the father of this body.

The minute we stepped into the house of the blonde girl - I thought for a second and then remembered her name, Astrid - I could sense him. Little Pete. He was watching me.

Connie's POV

Well, the deed was done. I bought the house. The twins and I can move in next week.

I can't wait to tell the boys! I hope they'll be as excited as I am!

I made my way back home so I could start packing my things. But there was a surprise back there.

The door was unlocked. Funny, I didn't remember leaving it unlocked. As a matter of fact, I remembered locking it twice before I left.

I stepped in, cautious of my steps. Careful not to be too loud.

The house was empty, but it was a complete and total mess. It looked ransacked, but nothing was missing. I made sure, I checked every room in the house. Even Caine and Sam's diary's were left in place.

And then I noticed the back door. The white back door. Covered in blood. And the worst part? The blood was used to write a message on the door:

"U 2 LUCKY DIS TIME. NO/1 GT HRT 2 BD. BEWARE. -DRAKE"

A cold shiver ran through me when I read who left the message. Drake. I've heard stories about him in the FAYZ. He was always a troublemaker at Coates. He was also Caine's right hand man. I never got around to asking Caine about what happened. My guess is Drake went full on crazy when he realized he could get away with all his evil ideas without having adults to stop him.

I looked at the door again, he couldn't have used his own blood. He wouldn't have. No matter how much of a sadistic freak the teenager was, he was too smart to do that.

I gulped, took a breath, and opened the back door. I was prepared to see the dead body of the victim whose blood was all over our door. Instead, there was a boy, holding his arm, his face scrunched up in pain. He was still alive, but in much pain. His arm wasn't the only body part that was hurt. He was slumped down on the side of the house. His legs were out in front of him, but he couldn't move them. Drake must have broken them so he couldn't get away. The boy looked unconscious. There was so much blood on his arm, both dried and fresh. His other arm was all bruised. His face was scratched up. The dirty blonde hair matted with blood. The eyes were hidden behind their lids, but I could still identify this boy. I've known him since he was a little boy.

Quinn Gaither.