Milla POV
Me and the girls were doing a bit of exploring in the cellar of our house. We weren't supposed to be down here though.
"What's in that big white tub thing over there?" Lola asked.
"I don't know. Lets check it out." I answered. We walked over to it and opened it together as it was quite heavy. Daddy told us that only he is allowed to look in this tub, but I don't care. What we saw in there made me freeze on the spot. The tub was full of blood bags. Those blood bags confirmed what Daddy actually was. Daddy is a murderer.
"I'm sorry. I've got to get out of the cellar. I'm going to our room. Can you guard the door to make sure my Dad doesn't come in?" I asked the girls.
"Of course, Milla." They answered looking down. I ran up to our room and shut the door. The girls stood outside of it, I slumped onto my bed and started sobbing, my pillow getting soaked from my tears. I was completely broken now, petrified of my father. In fact he's not even my father anymore. His new name is Mad Murderer.
It wasn't long before I heard Mad Murderer outside the door.
"Wait! Stop! You can't go in there!" I heard Poppy stop him from entering.
"Why? What's going on?" Mad Murderer asked.
"Um..." I could vision Poppy biting her lip right now.
"Guys, I'm going in." Mad Murderer said and flung the door open.
"Milla? What's wrong?" Mad Murderer asked.
"GET OUT! JUST GET OUT NOW!" I screamed through tears, pointing sharply to the door.
"Woah! Milla! What caused you to act like this?!" Mad Murderer asked.
"YOU! YOU CAUSED THIS! THE GIRLS ARE MY GUARDS! I'M PETRIFIED OF YOU! I'M SURPRISED THAT YOU HAVEN'T MURDERED ALL OF US KIDS YET!" I shrieked before running out the bedroom door crying. The girls following me.
"Girls! Leave me alone!" I yelled as I ran past the family, who were gathered in the living room. I yanked the front door open, I sprinted to mine and Auntie Katherine's secret place. Once I arrived I looked around the beautiful cave that we decorated together with crystals and fairy lights.
"Auntie Katherine!" I called.
"Hello, my dear, Milla." She appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"I need your help! Mad Murderer is a murderer!" I cried and ran into her arms.
"Baby, who's Mad Murderer?" She asked looking at me in the eyes.
"Daddy is Mad Murderer! He drinks human blood! He is going to kill us!" I sobbed.
"Ok, listen. How about we-" She was interrupted with yelling.
"Katherine! Let Milla go!" I heard Uncle Stefan yell into the cave. He entered with everyone else.
"No." Auntie Katherine replied.
"Katherine! Let my daughter go now! You're just manipulating her into being bad!" Mad Murderer yelled loud.
"HEY! SHE'S TRYING TO HELP ME! SHE'S SAVING ME FROM YOU!" I screamed crying again.
"What? What are you talking about, Milla?" Mad Murderer asked coming coser, he tried to take my hand.
"Don't touch me with your filthy hands! The people that you've killed, their blood has been on your hands! So don't even lay a finger on me again! MAD MURDERER!" I hollered, Mad Murderer pulled back immediately.
"What?" He asked.
"ME AND THE GIRLS FOUND THE BLOOD BAGS! I'M SCARED OF YOU! LOLA, POPPY AND SAVANNAH ARE PETRIFIED OF YOU!" I cried loudly.
"Hey, I haven't fed off that blood for ages. Anyways, what is this place?" Daddy asked, yes, I'm calling him Daddy again.
"It's mine and Auntie Katherine's special place. We made it together. Now, all I will ask is that can you please not eat me?" I asked.
"Of course he won't eat you. You're his daughter." I heard someone sat from the entrance of the cave. I looked over my shoulder and saw my 2nd best adult friend apart from my parents. Klaus.
"Klausy!" I squealed and ran over to him, he picked me up into his arms just as Rebeckah, Elijah, Hayley and Kol.
"EEEK! Really?! This is the best surprise ever!" I screamed and ran into their arms.
"What. The. Hell." I heard Daddy say deeply.
"Milla, why do you have to become friends with the bad people?" Mommy asked.
"Well because I am bad. Plus, can Auntie Katherine, Uncle Klaus, Auntie Becky, Auntie Hayley, Uncle Kol and Uncle Elijah come live with us at our house?" I asked excitedly.
"Child, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Becky before you'll actually get the point." Auntie Becky asked.
"I don't know." I answered.
"Milla, it was a rhetorical question. That means that it doesn't need an answer." Auntie Becky told me.
"Fine, if it will make you happy." Auntie Caroline sighed.
"EEEK YAY! MORE FUN PEOPLE! Guys, play nicely and don't be mean. If you are mean to my VBFF's then you'll have to deal with me." I said the last bit sternly, directing it to my family who chuckled.
