"STOP! Wait, Emmett! Let her go." A male voice yelled. One that sounded so familiar, but I just couldn't place it. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the man who just saved my life, he looked soooo familiar. But I have seen many men in my life and most probably he looked a lot like some newborn I killed and now my conscious was trying to get me to feel bad. Stupid thing.

I suddenly felt very calm, to clam and really fake. I tried to fight it off but it seemed over powering, I wanted to struggle but, I knew better and I could hardly move at all.

"Let go of me." I said sounding calm and scary at the same time. But the big ogre that was holding me didn't move a inch.

"Who are you?" The man asked. I tried to look away but the ogre holding me was holding me to tight to even do that so I just looked away.

The man who saved my life was also looking quite confused. Like he had the same problem I had.

"Answer me." he said sounding more aggressive. But I refused to give.

"NO ONE!"I yelled struggling. I knew I just made possibly the worst decision. I yelled showing fear and a attempt to seem bigger.

"What, is your name." He said taking a pause in between each word, obviously mad, and me bing me knew I should give. But Maria would not want that.

"I'll tell you if you release me." I lied. I'd run first chance I get.

The big one glanced at a younger one, with bronzeish hair, he shook his head. I briefly wondered if he was the leader. But the older one who was standing in front of the group made more sense.

"No, you'll run. Now tell who you are or I'll just kill you now." The man said. I felt such a urge to obey him.

"Fine. But please tell this hunk of lard to remove his arm from my head, it is not the best position to be stuck in." I said with a mean smile.

The older one nodded once. And Mr. Lard-face released my head, but put one hand on my shoulder to keep me from running away.

"I'm Marilyn Whitlock." I answered. Then everyone looked at me then him. Who just stood there frozen.

"Were you born in 1857. did you have a brother named Jasper, but he went missing when he went to war. He was never found." The man asked.

"I don't know. I was born in 1857, how do you know?"

"Were you born in Wellsville, Texas " He asked.

"Yes, who are you?" I insisted.

"I think I'm your brother, I'm Jasper Whitlock" He said. I briefly remembered him.

"I think, I think I kind of remember you. I don't know anything before I was turned, but you look so faimular. I kind of remember you, you went missing right. You were Confederate. And too young right. I remember watching you leave in the middle of the night. And promising you I would never tell, um.. uh I don't know. That is the first thing I have remembered since I was turned. " I kind of stammered out.

I stared to walked over, no one stopped me. I ran over and hugged the man, my brother, Jasper.