Warning: Blood and Gore, possible triggers for abuse. M rating.

Okay, I've had this written for ages, (in all honesty, this is what I'm better at) but I couldn't find a way to lead up to it properly, so more chapters kept getting written. I hope it makes sense, but it might not. Sorry in advance.

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(Also, guys, I uploaded two chapters at once, so Chapter Nine is up before this one as well, just in case some people are like me. See an update for a story I'm reading, click it and jump to the end chapter to read. There's two this time. :p )

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Dream a Little Memory

The front door creaked a little, like always, as I pushed it open, my mind filled with the day I'd had with my big brother. Dev was always so cool when I got to hang out with him, even though it wasn't often. Today he'd taken me to the park and we ate ice-cream. I knew he was worried about mum. He didn't care very much for my dad, and that was probably why I didn't get to see Dev much, and he was always worrying about her. But I knew dad loved mum, even though we couldn't tell him yet about what we were. Dad was human, and, although it hurt mum to do it, she had to keep the secret. She was the royal princess after all, although Devlin ruled now. She loved dad though, and I knew he loved her. I have no doubt she had loved Dev's dad as well, but with his death, she'd been lonely. Dev didn't blame her for finding someone else, and I knew he loved me. They all told me I was special, and that they loved me. It was a good way to grow up I suppose. Even at eight years old, I was proud to be their daughter. Proud to be Devlin's sister, and to be both human and Darkling, even if dad didn't know yet about the other half. I think he thought Dev was mum's brother, as it's hard to explain a son who looks the same age as you do. But it was easy to pass off, as both me and Dev took after her in looks. It was complicated, but we were happy.

The house was dark when I got home, my pockets lined with candies and chocolate. Dad probably wouldn't be happy with that, but Dev always spoiled me when we went out.

"Mummy? Daddy?" I called. Why was the house so dark?

There was shuffling in the kitchen, someone mumbling softly and moving about. A funny smell filled the air, tangy and coppery. "Daddy? Is that you?" I asked, walking through the house towards the sounds. There was a light shining under the kitchen door, the sounds of a person moving around growing louder. Devlin had started teaching me to hunt recently, to define different sounds and smells. Whoever it was wasn't moving much, more like shuffling their feet in one spot.

"Daddy?" I said, pushing the door open, "I'm home –"

Pain. Red and darkness. Blood. So much blood…

I woke up with a scream, sweat staining the sheets of the bed, a knife already in my hand. Shit.

Swearing, I put the knife away, not sure whether to be proud of my defensive instincts that had reached for it even in sleep, or angry at myself for them. If someone had been in the room, I wouldn't have been able to think. They'd be dead by reflex action. And Devlin wondered why I preferred to work alone. Admittedly, he didn't know how bad the nightmares got some nights, or that they got worse when someone was in the house with me. But they were just nightmares. Memories that shouldn't be able to hurt me anymore. Fuck them anyway.

Sighing and groaning, I checked the clock next to the bed.

12:07 am. Awesome.

Fuck it. I got up and got dressed in my hunting gear, tucking my phone, keys and wallet into a small black bag that hung off my knife belt. I'd patrol the town for a few hours, maybe hit a club if I didn't find anything. I could pass for twenty one. Probably. If I tried.

Or I'd just ninja past the bouncer. Sometimes it was good to be supernatural.

Briefly, I considered sneaking out the window, but I really didn't feel like pandering to an old cliché. To hell with what Z thinks anyway. Let him try to stop me.

Turns out it didn't matter anyway, the Darkling was nowhere to be seen as I walked through the huge house Dev had bought for us and out the front door. Bypassing the sleek car in the driveway, I started to run towards the centre of town, speeding faster then a human, though not as fast as I could go. Streets and houses flew past me, but I couldn't see them. Images from the dream ran through my head, blurring my vision. I knew what came next, I'd re-lived it thousands of times. I knew, but my mind still took me there.

The kitchen smelled of blood, splashed and coated on every surface. A bloodied beaten mass lay in the centre on the tiled floor. I could only stare, pressing my back against the wall, my hand covering my mouth. I couldn't breathe, couldn't blink. Oh god.

"Mu-mum? Mummy…?"

"Not so hard to kill… monsters. Fucking evil in my house. Not so hard to kill-."

Shuffling sounds, words muttered into the void that was my mind. Someone moved slowly into my vision. Tall, pale, fair. The man was covered in blood. Her blood.

"Fucking disease. Tainted, sick…"

"Dad? Daddy?" I didn't recognise my voice. Surely that wasn't me. What was going on? "Daddy, w-what happened? Daddy?"

"Don't call me that."

"Daddy? What's happening? Where's mummy?"

"Your mother's dead." He sneered down at me.

"W-what?"

A hand slashed out and yanked my head up, his face distorted and wrong. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be my daddy.

"Your mother. Is dead." He snarled, pushing me away. I hit the ground hard, sliding back towards the bloodied pile on the kitchen floor. I couldn't breathe. This wasn't right. Mummy?

Nothing was making sense. I could only stare at the blood pooling over the tiled floor. Daddy was muttering, pacing behind me. I couldn't make sense of what he was saying. I could only stare. What was that?

"Years. Fucking years I've lived with these fucking creatures. How long did they think they could fool me? Fucking monsters. Wonder if they fed off me. Tricked me into forgetting somehow. Yes. Probably. Bitch-child probably isn't even mine. Monsters can't have human children. It isn't mine. Couldn't be."

The red lump was coming into focus. I saw a white dress, dark hair… honey-gold… eyes… "M-m-mummy?" No. No no no no NO!"

Someone was screaming. And screaming. I wish they'd be quiet. I wish I could un-see again. This couldn't be real. Where was Devlin? I was just with Devlin. He'd protect me. He'd make this all go away? Where was my brother? I wished the screaming would stop.

"Shut up you little bitch!" Daddy hit me. There was something hard in his hand. It shone silver under the red stain. Sharp. 'A knife' my mind supplied.

I felt myself slipping away, hiding. Sliding into the dark of my mind. Something new was taking over. Something else. A simple calm. The screaming stopped.

Everything was red, but I could process it now. Whatever I was feeling was locked securely away, to be dealt with later. I turned to my father. Tall, blonde, human. Weak points, just about everywhere. He paced and muttered. Little trace of the father I knew was left in what I saw. And I still couldn't understand… why.

"Daddy." I said. "What is going on?"

"Don't call me that."

"D-daddy?"
"I said. Don't. Call me. That." He grabbed a handful of my hair and hauled me out of the kitchen, through the house and to the basement. Throwing me against the wall, he saw the blood flow from my head as I stared up at him. He didn't even blink.

"What the fuck are you?"

I swallowed, tears flowing freely down my face. I couldn't feel them.

"I'm your daughter."

He roared slashing the knife across my face. Blood sprayed in a gruesome pattern across the floor and he turned. Leaving me there, alone. I heard the door lock.

I didn't know why, but in that moment, that moment of ultimate despair, I started to sing.

There were no words. No rhythm or beat, just tones. I sang, and as I sang, I could feel him. A shining light, wrecked by hatred and horror. I could feel more and more, not just him. More lights joined him, more people, more feelings, more thoughts. I didn't notice the ground below me fall away, I couldn't feel the air spin or the walls creak and collapse. I didn't see the whirling tornado that spun and spun in a bubble around me, the house and earth break down into dust that joined the vortex. I didn't hear the screams that shot through the air, or see my father fall unconscious in his place. The entire street fell away under my voice, everything destroyed but the people, who simply dropped to the ground, untouched. And yet, I knew nothing, until finally, my body could take no more and the spell broke, all my energy leaving me completely. One small girl, lying as if dead in the centre of a deep, perfectly cut crater, an entire city street reduced to rubble and dust.

And that was what Devlin found when he arrived seconds later-

~Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong? And no one understands you?~
Shocked out of my memories, I tripped and hit the ground hard, dirt and rock going flying.

~Do you ever wanna run away? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the radio on turned up so loud, that no one hears you screaming?~

Music? Where the fuck was music coming from? Oh, my phone was ringing.

~No, you don't know what it's like. When nothing feels alright. You don't know what it's like to be like me.~

Peeling myself off the sidewalk, I looked down at the deep, bleeding gash in my arm, watching as it slowly knitted together again. Sighing, I pulled out my phone.

~To be hurt. To feel lost. To be left out in the dark. To be kicked, when you're down. To feel like you've been pushed around. To be on the edge of breaking down, and no one's there to save you.~

The caller ID showed a number I didn't know, but that was no problem. Nobody had this number that I didn't want to. Except my brother and his minions. I could use less calls from them.

~No you don't know what it's like…~

I pressed the accept button.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Wren? It's Dave."

Dave Karofsky. "Yeah, hi." I said. Something was off. He didn't sound right. "What's going on Dave?"

"Hi, listen. I just… I really need to… to talk to… somebody… And you said we could talk…"
"Of course we can. Are you okay Dave?"

"I just…" he took a deep breath. "Can we meet somewhere? I know it's late, but…"

"Sure. Of course. Where are you Dave? I'll meet you there." I started off at a jog down the street. Where was he?

"There's a park, on the edge of town. BridgeCreek Park? Do you know it?"

"I'll find it. Meet you there in ten minutes?" I sped up.

"Okay. Thank you, Wren." We hung up.

I didn't know the park, but I could find Dave. I knew his light. Focusing hard on the light, I sang one line to find it and ran faster in that direction. Whatever he needed, I wanted to help. I needed to help.

~Welcome to my life.~

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