A/N: So, I'm on a little bit of a vacation with my mom and I will try to post a new chapter at least every two days this week. I'm at a hotel with nothing to do. So, what's better than to write and post new chapters? =P
Oneindigorose – Thank you for understanding =)
Chapter 10: Lost and Found
Kali POV
I didn't know where I ended up. I was in a woodsy area, and for all I know, it could have been the Bayou where the werewolves lived. I stayed there for hours. First, I cried uncontrollably and then there would be times when I would stop crying and think about going back. But, it was the thought of Klaus hurting me that brought tears to my eyes and then I cried once more. I decided that going back right away wouldn't be good for me.
It was very dark out when I realized I should get back home. I was walking around in the woods, using the moonlight to find my way back. That's when I realized I was walking in circles. I tried sniffing my way out but, for some odd reason, my scent wasn't anywhere. I began to walk fast, the fear building up in me.
"Hello!" I called out. I started running now, the fear taking complete control of me. I stumbled over a twig and fell down. I rolled over and then regretted doing that.
I was now rolling over into a ravine. I tried grabbing a tree branch but that broke off. Over and over I went until I stopped. I could feel that I was on some type of flat surface. I rolled onto my stomach and saw that I was laying on stone. The moonlight helped to see where I was. Upon getting up from the stone, I saw letters. I swiped away the leaves on top.
My jaw dropped when I saw the letters formed the name 'Ambrose'. Swiping away more leaves, I saw what the deceased first name was.
Trevor. Trevor Ambrose.
I stood up and saw the ravine I had fallen into was filled with more flat stone surfaces. I counted 3 more. All with the last name 'Ambrose'.
"Of all places I could have found you in, it was this one."
I looked up to see James. His voice was filled with sadness and his face showed something else. Hate? He walked closer to me and then he was couple inches in front.
"Who are these people?" I asked. Although I asked, I already knew the answer.
"My family," he replied, pausing. "They died."
"How? What happened?" I asked softly. I was expecting some obvious answer, like a car crash or house fire. But, nothing would prepare me for his answer.
"I killed them."
