Several hours later, Allison and Eleanor arrived back "home", giggling and dancing with each other as they held their shoes in their hands, blissfully unaware of the scene that would face them once they opened the door. Nothing would've prepared them for that. Opening the front door, the two girls were faced with what looked like a bomb exploded inside their home; glass was broken all over the floor, there were holes in the walls, furniture was destroyed and articles of clothing were torn and littered everywhere.

For a moment, they thought someone had broken in but there were no new scents in the house – only their creator's and their own. The pair stopped in their tracks once they heard a woman's scream coming from the living room, their eyes widening once they realized whose it was – Rebecca's.

Allison sprinted over towards Rebecca's body, hot tears streaming down her face as she traced her fingertips over her ruined shirt before moving onto her detached head, her eyes wide open but Allison quickly closed them before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She did the same to Charlotte's body, placing the sisters closer together as she held both of their hands in hers. "In peace may you leave the shore,

In love may you find the next,

Safe passage on your travels,

Until our final journey to the ground,

May we meet again." She whispered, dropping the two girls' hands and looked over towards Eleanor.

Eleanor ran over to her creator, throwing her shoes onto the floor. "What the fuck did you do? WHY DID YOU KILL MY FRIENDS?" She demanded, holding him by the neck with one hand.

"They were gonna tell everyone about what you did! I only wanted to protect you, Ellie. You know I only wanted the best for you, you know I would never hurt you. You need me, you know that," her creator looked desperately into her eyes, trying to find any form of emotion other than anger and was met with nothing but indifference from Eleanor.

"It's too late for that, you fucker," Eleanor muttered, her grip tightening on his neck before she brought him away from the wall and into the center of the room. "Allie, help me. We're gonna have to do this together, it's the only way." Allison nodded her head, holding him down while Eleanor twisted his head off his body, dropping it on the floor once it was detached from his body.

The pair stood in silence for a while after that, their bodies shaking from the shock of what they had just done – they'd killed their creator, their only means of survival. But it needed to be done; at least that's what they thought.

"Allie, pack a bag." Eleanor said after the silence with no emotion in her voice as she stared at the wooden floor and the body of her creator.

Allison looked at her friend, her eyes swimming with tears as she took a step towards Eleanor. "Ellie, I don't think we should-"

"I said PACK!"

Allison didn't wait to be told twice and after nodding quickly, she dashed off to her room to pack, like Eleanor had told her to do. Eleanor looked at the bodies one last time before going into her room to do the same. Her mind was a blur as she tried to fit her clothes into her backpack. She changed out of her clubbing outfit and decided to leave it at the house – she didn't need reminders of what happened that night to live with her for the rest of her life.

In the end, she managed to pack most of her clothes, her cheerleading outfit, make-up, electronics and her photo album before she left the room for good. She grabbed a small tub full of money from underneath her floorboards that she knew her creator had kept and despite having abilities that would mean she'd get things for free – Eleanor wanted to have some money, just in case they ran into some trouble.

Allison was waiting for her outside, giving her a small smile as she held onto the strap of her bag. The pair set fire to the house and walked off into the night hand in hand, never once looking back. They didn't know where they would go but anywhere away from where they were would be a start, as far away from their hometown as they could get.

Just as the pair was reaching the end of the dirt path that lead to the main road, a black car turned in and blocked their path. The pair stopped, looking at each other for a moment before turning their gaze back to the car which had stopped in front of them. The grip the girl's had on each other's hands was tightened as the doors opened and four people in dark cloaks stepped out and moved towards the girls.

"Well, well, well; look at what we have here." A female voice said, her voice igniting fear into Eleanor's eyes. She'd been warned about this but she didn't pay attention and now she wished she did because she knew that what she and Allison had done was about to land them in deep trouble, the kind that wouldn't be easy to get out of.

Author's Note: This hurt like a mother fucker to write; MY POOR BABIES, I FEEL SO BAD FOR HURTING YOU. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, MY LITTLE CINNAMON ROLLS, TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD, TOO PURE.

I don't own the poem Allison said in this chapter, all that belongs to the CW but I felt like it fitted them so I put it in.

Sorry this is a little shorter than usual, I wanted to get this over and done with so I can get to the next chapter which will have Eleanor formally meet Alec and my babies will hit it off (I think).

Until next time;

Lorna.