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Sorry that the chapters have all been different lengths but I have decided to make each chapter between 1500-1750 so from now on they will all be the same length. Thanks Bro Bro/Brotato for reading;):) You know who you are. WARNING: this chapter has some graphic things that some people may find disturbing, if you are not a fan of violence don't read it.

Kat's P.O.V.

I got out of the car feeling more full than I had ever felt before in my life. We went out for dinner and they had; pre dinner snacks, entrees, pre mains, mains and then two types of dessert. It was wonderful but I don't think I could swallow another thing. I thanked Nathaniel for the wonderful evening and then headed upstairs to get into my PJ's. I don't get how I'm so tired it is only 8:30 but I just want to fall asleep on my soft duvet, so I head downstairs and to tell Nathaniel goodnight. When I see him my face lights up and I go over to where he is sketching.

" Goodnight big brother, " I say smiling. I give him a peck on the cheek and he smiles at me.

" Goodnight, little sister, " he said and gave me me a kiss on the forehead.

" What are you sketching? " I ask but he just frowns.

" Nothing that concerns you, don't worry, " he said and walks into the drawing room. Satisfied that it wouldn't interest me I heard back upstairs to my soft bed and quickly fall asleep.

I wake up with sweat dripping down my face, mixed with tears thinking about the dream I just had, no not a dream a nightmare, a bad one too. I was in a car, at nighttime, with a man who was drunk. He offered me the steering wheel, and seeing how drunk he was I took it. I was driving and then all of a sudden a car came I tried to swerve and miss it but we slammed into it. I wasn't injured and I got out of the car to see who was inside the other car and if they were hurt. When I approached the car I saw that is was mama's car. I ran toward it and I heard my mother scream, a blood curdling scream. I sobbed uncontrollably as I saw daddy dead in the passenger seat. Mum had a big gash on her forehead and she was slowly bleeding out in her seat. She opened her mouth to speak and I was hopeful, hopeful that she would have an explanation for everything, a reason why everything would be okay. But instead she said,

" You are a murderer, not my daughter. You killed my husband and now you have killed me. " With that she slumped down in her chair.

" Mummy! " I screamed, I haven't called her that since I was seven. I sat there sobbing and screaming for my parents until I woke up. I was a murderer my parents had been driving to MY birthday party. If I hadn't insisted on throwing one, then daddy and mama wouldn't be dead. I walked over to Nathaniel's room crying softly to myself and knocked on the door.

Nathaniel's P.O.V.

I heard a knock on the door and checked my clock. It was 1:30am, Katerina must have had a bad dream. I put away the drawing of her I was working on and opened my door. I hardly had time to look at Katerina before she came barreling into me, crying. I held her like that for a while before I asked her if she had a bad dream. She nodded into my chest and I picked her up and sat her on the bed, luckily for me she was a light 13 year old. After a while she told me about the dream and I was shocked at how someone so innocent could believe that they had killed their parents.

" Do you want to sleep in my room with me? " I asked after she had stopped crying. She nodded suddenly looking embarrassed.

" Okay then, you can sleep on that side, " I said pointing to the side closest to the door. She nodded again and went to lie down. But instead of going to sleep she just sat up and looked at me with a confused expression on her face. After a while I realised that she expected me to go to sleep too, so I layed down on the bed and closed my eyes until her breathing evened out and I knew she was sleeping. I took out my sketchbook and started to sketch her while she slept. She looked so peaceful that I wondered what she was dreaming about. Probably not killing her parents this time, I thought to myself. I was so tired that by the time I had finished my drawing I just fell asleep with my pencil still in my hand. When I woke up Katerina was still sleeping peacefully next to me, so I decided to go ask Maria the cook to make breakfast. Usually she just made our lunches, afternoon tea and dinner but I wanted to make Katerina feel better and if bacon and eggs didn't do that then nothing would.

Kat's P.O.V.

I woke up in an unfamiliar place and I realised that I was in Nathaniel's room. I sat up slowly and saw his sketchbook on the bed. I surveyed the room quickly to make sure he wasn't here and then opened it up to the first page. The first few drawings were completely ordinary, a piano, the drawing room, a seraph blade and a stele from the days of shadow hunters, before it had become unnecessary to protect the mundane from demons that had been banished with the runes invented by my mother. But then I came across a picture of me, in the drawing room playing the piano, and then another of me at breakfast eating my cereal, descending the stairs, waiting outside the school gates, a portrait of just my face, out at dinner -this one was only partially completed- and then finally, me sleeping in his bed. Seven in total, seven pictures of me, his sister who he met two days ago. This was creeping me out, why would he draw so many pictures of me? Just then I heard the door open and I quickly closed the book. Nathaniel walked in and looked from me to the book and then back to me, his anger clearly showing in his face.

" Katerina Isabelle Morgenstern! What are you doing with my sketchbook, I told you not to touch it! " I trembled a bit at his words, scared of what he would do if he found out that I had seen the pictures inside. I tried to sound cool, calm and collected, as if I hadn't just found a cache of drawings of me.

" Just looking at the cover of this, did you draw it or did it come like that? " I asked pointing to the picture of a sunset across a beach on the cover. I knew he hadn't drawn it because it was not his style of drawing, but I asked anyway hoping it would make him believe I had not looked inside. He seemed to soften at this, and I knew I had tricked him.

" No, it came like that, " he said, and I thanked my lucky stars that he believed me,

" sorry for yelling at you, it's just that the drawings in there are...private, " he finished, looking a lot more relaxed than he had two minutes ago.

" Come down for breakfast, it's bacon and eggs, " he said and I nodded.

" Just let me get changed first, " I said and practically ran out of the room.

While I was getting changed I mentally slapped myself for thinking he was obsessed with me. He was probably just happy that he finally had a person to draw, I mean it must be a lot more interesting to draw people than inanimate objects, in fact he probably only drew people and when daddy died he was forced to start drawing objects instead of people. If I checked his old sketchbooks they would all be of daddy, right? He must have just been worried that I wouldn't like the drawings and think he was a bad artist. Not that I did think that, he had obviously gotten his artistic ability from our mum. Satisfied that my brother was completely normal, I headed downstairs to eat breakfast.

When I got there the table was full with bacon, eggs, toast, sausages, and all sorts of fried vegetables, and on top of the counter was a fresh pot of coffee. I smiled to myself and poured myself a mug, mama had never let me drink coffee before. After breakfast I got ready and drove to school with Nathaniel, feeling hyped up on coffee and ready to face my second day of high school...

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Thank you for reading my story! Just a quick clarification, when I say drawing room, I don't literally mean a room for drawing. That was basically just what living rooms were called in the olden days and this house is super old. :) please review!