A/N Here it is the chapter you were all waiting for... Hehe I am so mean making you wait so long but ah well. Absence makes the heart grow fonder...

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Have you ever been so scared that rational thought leaves you and all you're left with is a tightly coiled stomach and a fluttering heart? Or have you ever been so regretful you wished you could start life over just to correct one thing?

I felt it all as I felt the power leave my finger tips and strike the vampire—Felix—in the ankle.

My stomach was coiled like a snake waiting to attack and my heart fluttered so much I felt breathless... but don't get me started on the guilt. I felt as though I deserved to die in that moment. In the moment my sister's life drained from her body at the hands of the monster that haunted your nightmares. That haunted me.

With a small yell I was dropped roughly to the ground, my face colliding with the cold, unmoving concrete beneath me. It should have hurt I suppose but I didn't feel it. I felt the cold though, spreading through my body like wildfire before leaving me shivering, curled into a small ball.

I saw his foot come down, about to strike my face when it all stopped. His foot flew in the opposite direction, sending the vampire off his feet as I slowly sat up. I didn't have the strength to move any further but I did. I forced myself to my feet, to send the blonde vampire a heated glare with all the fire I had left.

I received a smirk back before she looked behind her for a split second, her gaze meeting that of another vampire. One I didn't recognize...

"Demetri?" her high voice sounded, reaching my ears like it had travelled through a long tunnel.

The vampire moved forward, no emotion on his face as he cautiously approached me. I blinked a few times, trying to regain rational thoughts and feelings as he stalked forward. I had to be able to fight or I was screwed.

"Demetri?"

I froze when the deep voice reached my ears, shattering my thoughts, before frowning. I didn't think a vampire could have a voice like that... I mean, vampirism gave them voices like bells if I was to be poetic. I turned and followed the vampires blood red gaze, my eyes landing on a handsome looking man with bright blue eyes.

"I would not do that if I was you," the deep voice sounded again, warning heavy in his tone.

I swayed on the spot, staring in confused wonder at the gorgeous man in front of me. His hands were neatly folded behind him and he wore an expensive suit—I think? I don't go looking at suit prices—along with a smug smirk.

"May we help you?" The blonde female's high voice echoed, making me cringe slightly at the childish tone. Why couldn't she sound like a normal human being? I mean if they end up succeeding and taking me back to Italy to be a leech... I do not want to put up with that damn voice for the rest of eternity.

"Yes, Jane I think you can. I simply wished to see my daughter but I appear to have stumbled upon a most regrettable scene," he commented, his long legs eating up the distance between us as he moved forward.

Jane paled—possible?—before taking an almost microscopic step back. Why? What has she got to be afraid of? I blinked rapidly as the headache behind my eyes started to fade, helping me regain my right mind. I swallowed thickly as the adrenaline finally left my system, leaving me with a bucket load of pain. I winced and raised a hand to my chest, rubbing the bruising absently as I looked to the stranger.

Wait did he say daughter..?

"I do not think you understand what is going on..." Jane said loudly, her chin rising. Showing defiance.

"I think I understand perfectly" the man mused, moving forward until he was closer to me then he was to them, "and I must admit I am not happy," he revealed, his voice darkening with each word that left his lips.

"She didn't love her sister," Jane said simply, "Karla Karson terrorised her younger sister, anyone would know," Jane said bravely, her dark red eyes flicking to the house for a split second.

"Anyone would know that even though she was hated in return, my daughter loved her half-sister," the man countered, making me feel slightly faint once again.

He did say daughter then...

"Anyone did not include us until mere moments ago," Jane said carefully, "allow us to travel back to Volterra, I am sure you wish to speak with Aro, Marcus and Caius?" she assumed, tilting her head almost politely.

"You are wrong, I have nothing to say to your masters at the present time, although I am sure I will in the near future," Tall, dark and handsome corrected, a smile lifting one corner of his mouth.

Jane hesitated, "may we return to Volterra then?" she asked, asking the man's permission.

Said man just smiled, "all except him, yes," he said back, gesturing with one slim hand towards Felix, who was only just recovering from his little trip.

Jane's gaze followed his hand, "I do not think Aro will be so accepting of this," she warned.

"Tell Aro I am not accepting of this!" he roared, stalking forward to tower over the small blonde.

Jane nodded, her wide eyes revealing nothing, "of course my Lord," she muttered, gracefully turning on her heel and gliding away, her tail between her legs.

Silence fell over the remaining three people as we stood in the cold, watching their backs disappear through the trees. I had to give Felix credit; he didn't shit himself and run, he stood with his head held high and a defiant look in his red eyes. I on the other hand... well whatever makes those monsters run away must be pretty damn scary... and the whole daughter thing was making me more and more likely to turn tail and run.

"I did not think Aro would be this stupid," he said softly, turning to meet my gaze for a split second before looking over at Felix.

Felix's lip twitched, "he wasn't be stupid, merely playing the hand fate gave him," Felix corrected.

I frowned and furrowed my brow. When did I walk into a damn soap opera? With their long words and meaningful sentences? I shifted on my feet fighting the urge to slowly back away from the man in front of me. I could only see his material encompassed back but I just knew that the look in his eyes could freeze hell over right now. And I was just thankful I wasn't on the receiving end.

"He played it wrong," was all the man said before he lashed out, a single punch knocking Felix to the floor again. I waited as Felix forced himself to his feet, hearing the man sigh and mutter something under his breath before flicking a hand impatiently.

Felix flew into the air until he hovered weightlessly five feet off the ground. I watched him as he dangled, shocked as I felt slight jealously that I wasn't strong enough to so that with such ease.

"I am sorry about that, I don't often find myself needing to express my anger in such... mundane ways," the man apologized, turning to me and leaving Felix dangling above the ground.

I nodded to show I had heard him, "uh... well I uh... no problem?" I finished, biting my lip nervously.

This was too much. I had just lost my sister, the only living relative I had left only to see my... father five minutes later. Not exactly enjoying tonight as much as I thought I would.

He smiled warmly, "nice to see you have my eyes," he complimented out of nowhere, making me frown at him dumbly.

I didn't even bother to fight the blush I felt heating my cheeks, "uh... thanks?" I croaked out, "what are you, uhm, going to do with him?" I asked, waving my hand uselessly at the suspended vampire.

My father spared him a glance before elegantly shrugging one shoulder, "nothing, I assumed that your shape-shifter partner and his pack would wish to deal with him, I did not want to take the pleasure away from them."

"Why?" I blurted before I could stop myself. I felt myself tense for the rebuttal... for a hit and punishment. Anything.

Instead I got a chuckle, "as a thank you I suppose, for taking such good care of my daughter."

I swallowed thickly, "why would you care about said daughter?" I whispered, "You're a demon."

He smirked, "be that as it may, I don't often find a woman worthy of carrying my offspring and even when I do said offspring never survive one birthday after they find out about their power." He said, seemingly sadly, "their minds and body cannot take the strain and exhaustion that accompanies such a gift, but it appears I have chose wisely once in all my days," he said proudly.

I frowned again, "what?" I forced out. He was proud of me? I had other half brothers and sisters that hadn't survived? What made me any different than them?

"I do wish I could explain my dear and I will, but it appears your mate is coming. I do not think the pack will take so kindly to me at first. I will be seeing you again my daughter," he told me before he turned, heading into the dark forest without as much as a glance over his shoulder.

"Well, that was... unexpected." I stammered, before remembering I wasn't alone. I turned to gaze up at Felix with a disdainful expression.

"You. Stay there," I warned him, praying he wouldn't be able to move as I turned on my heel and ran as fast as my legs would carry me back to the house.

I stumbled through the doorway, bracing myself against the wall as I moved towards the lounge, cursing in my head as I stood Karla's cell phone. I looked down at the familiar bright pink item, my fingers hesitantly reaching out to brush against the cool metal. I took a deep breath as I picked up the phone, turning it over in my hand carefully.

I continued moving forward, focused on the phone in my hands instead of the darkening carpet under my feet. With a shuddering sigh I raised my gaze from the black screen of Karla's phone and looked down on her broken body. I felt a sob tear at my throat as I quickly averted my gaze, looking over at my robe from where it had fell on the dark grey carpet. I hurried to pick it up, before throwing it on the couch when I saw a small red stain on the stomach.

The body that was lying unceremoniously on the dark carpet, red slowly trickling out of its red lips was unmoving. Limbs skewed around it like tree branches, eyes wide open and unseeing like two golden moons. The sob that had been festering in my throat ripped its way out and I sank down, my already bruised knees hitting the ground harshly.

My... father was right. Although I was hated viciously in return, Karla had a place in my heart even though I claimed to hate her and her ego. And she always would.

Now that I was finally able to mourn I found that the tears came freely, falling down my dirtied cheeks in streams. I wanted Paul and Emily. I wanted familiarity and I wanted my family, and they were the closest I had now.

Someone up there must have heard me because I heard—and felt—the pounding of feet before a single broken voice screamed out;

"Drew!"


I hope you liked it... I had another idea for how Lucifer would be represented but I didn't do it, I thought why not give him a smoking hot body so we all know where Drew got her looks from Haha

I'd like to thank ChelseaLouisePowell for the idea of dragging her father into this

-Taila