Eve's pov
Its weird right, I should be beyond scared; there is a flaming (pun intended) vampire around, who at some point may take a fancy to little bit of O neg- and that's not including the minions he's brought along. Yet I'm not, it's kinda peaceful actually, like Claire did good; we ended up home, with the strong hold. We have Amelie, Oliver, the guards and somewhere Myrnin, the latter has been randomly quiet for some reason. Apart from a very low supply of food and not a drop of blood -except for what's flowing through our veins- we're doing ok.
I can't believe what has just flowed out of Amelie, I thought it was the fangs that made her ice cold. She was a victim of an uncle, hell that's like my story except mine was my protector; his hands like to slip places too- places they shouldn't go. Poor Amelie, seeing his face again- like at least mine is dead. Well actually she thought hers was too, it was weird hearing her talk so openly about it- man not being dumb or anything but I didn't think that kind of thing happened all those years ago.
Michael's soft breathing is almost therapeutic. It's about seven, the sun still kinda hidden behind the clouds- the vamps have gone somewhere, away from the front windows. Shane and Claire are asleep on the other end of the couch, spooned together. I can't stop thinking, not about now but then. Amelie's story has woken nightmares I thought I'd outgrown. A time before I'd came here, found my home, and found my true family.
I'd left Jason to Brandon numerous times, it took me so long to finally realise I could fight him off; my mum and dad had ignored the very existence of such an act. I used to just grit my teeth and pray to God, to just help, to take away the bad people. I can remember hearing Jason screaming from my room, I'd found my headphones and just blocked away the sound. Some heavy beat that never gave up. I was sixteen and he was my younger brother; but what was I meant to do. Brandon was old school, we were just cattle something he could rip to pieces and leave. Mum and dad just wanted the protection, they'd sucked up to the ice cold backsides of the vamps to no real purpose; all they wanted was to keep their blessed protection.
After he… after he came after me the bracelet felt more like handcuffs. He owned me. I was a doll. A doll that couldn't very quickly run away. He came after dark. I dreaded night, when the sun slipped behind the clouds a whole catalogue of nightmares begun. Then I left, as soon as I could eighteen and I was kicked out. Michael took me in, saved my ass. And my neck. Mum and dad forfeited me, just so they wouldn't lose their bracelets. That molesting bastard had my good for nothing parents, and despite everything they still wouldn't report him.
I tried as soon as I was kicked out. For Jason. I'd left him that many times, it was the least I could do. They wouldn't even take a statement. The cops here are too scared for their own necks to bother about a too close for comfort vamp. That's how I met Hess and Lowe, they heard the story from behind the desk; they took a statement. I didn't tell them everything, I didn't know whether I could trust them.
And now I have to see this again. Jason is out there somewhere, with fang. I guess that's the difference between me and my brother. I wanted to get as far away from fang as possible whereas he embraced it. The cruel nature of our protector made him into a raging pyscho.
Funny right? Now I should be worried about surviving today, but honestly I'm petrified of remembering my past. I just snuggle closer to Michael, the beat of his heart my lullaby.