Clara's POV

My mother was supposedly thrilled that I came... her and her lawyer boyfriend put on quite the show of welcoming me into my childhood nightmare. Walking into the house was unnerving at best and the false kindness had me on guard, within seconds I had assessed every exit from the place under the pretense of looking over our family home and photos. Vaguely I wondered if my mother noticed my unease... She probably knew I did not want to be here and honestly I kept waiting for this to turn ugly. I didn't have to worry about filling the silence, she chatted about the house renovations that she was planning on. I watched as her boyfriend, who I learned is named Richard, smiled at her some kind of loving look in his eyes.

Gross.

I was a bundle of nerves as my mother lead me into the kitchen, Richard going to the bedroom for something. "Clara... I'd like to start over."

"...I'm sorry?" Did she just, oh fuck no!

"We've been at odds for so long, I just want my daughter back."

"You've got to be insane, mom you have tried to murder my brother in front of me. You've stabbed me, beat me, tried to sell me, forced me to work under the table to pay your bills, and starved me. The fact that I'm even here or that I even talk to you should be good enough, cause you should be in prison... for life."

"Fine, I'll just start over then." She snapped, turned away from me and as she turned I caught the distinct curve of her stomach. Oh god... I instantly couldn't breath, as I stared at her in horror. Of course, she didn't notice cause at this point her back was to me. After a few moments I managed to compose myself.

"How far along are you mother?"

"Five months." She replied pretty quickly, which indicated to me that she had intended for me to find out tonight regardless.

"I suppose congratulations are in order." I faked being happy for her as I mentally screamed.

"Oh Richard, I told her. I know we wanted to tell her together but I guess I was to excited." She said, looking behind me with a smile. I turned so I wasn't being rude by having my back to him.

"That's alright dear, she is your daughter after all. My sisters arrived, she's putting her bag in the living room and then she will join us."

"Abby is always fashionably late." She remarked before looking at me. "Clara would you mind taking those dishes to the table?"

"Sure." Anything to get away for a moment. I went over to the counter that had a tray with three serving dishes that were covered with different types of cloth and carried them out to the dining room. Setting the tray on the table, I turned to face the kitchen and then I felt nothing but pain. The pain started in the center of my back and spread like wildfire around my body. It was so painful I couldn't breathe or scream. When I hit the ground, I saw someones stilettos coming at my face and then nothing.

I awoke to frigid cold, water I realized. Richard had tossed water on me, glancing around I could see I was in some sort of concrete room. The basement? I winced when I tried to look to my right, sharp pain shooting up my neck. Attempting to move didn't work as quickly realized I couldn't and didn't understand why since nothing was holding me down. "Looks like Abby kicked you pretty hard kid." It startled me a bit when he spoke but I tried not to show it and I definitely refused to speak to him at this moment. "You wouldn't be suffering if you had brought your vampire."

"She doesn't understand how valuable her vamp is Richard." My mother said, coming from somewhere from the right side of the room. She stopped beside him and then looked at me. "Your going to scream, your going to bleed, and when he comes for you because he will. He will die and we will gain his immortality. I hope you can live with yourself Clara, your going to kill him."

"Like hell I will!" I practically growled, fury laced in every word as I glared hard at my mother. "Why in the hell would you even want to become a vampire while your pregnant, the baby will die!" I yelled at her.

"Make it hurt." She told Richard and started to walk away. "Oh and Clara, I do hope you enjoy our hospitality."