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Pain forced my eyes open and they widened in terror at the sight above them. Electric blue eyes hovered above my face and the body attached to those eyes pinned mine against the mattress I'd fallen asleep on only minutes earlier. A hand was clamped over my mouth and something sharp pricked the soft flesh at the base of my throat.

My mother had finally come to see me.

The hand across my mouth slowly moved away, but the thing at my neck, which I soon worked out was her taloned hand, prodded harder, a clear signal to not yell for help.

"So nice to see you again" I hissed, ignoring the second prod to my neck, I was pretty sure that she'd already drawn blood but hey, what are mothers for?

"I thought you were dead" I added casually feigning ignorance so as to buy more time, I seriously did not have a doubt that she wouldn't hesitate to kill me if she felt like it and there was nothing I could do to stop her.

"You wouldn't kill your only living daughter would you?" I teased, a challenge filled my eyes as I mentally challenged her to go ahead and do it. End it all for me with a single blow. Why wouldn't she? She'd killed my sister after all, couldn't have been that hard for her.

"Why wouldn't I kill the daughter who tried to kill me?" her voice was cold and harsh, completely different from the silky smooth, forgiving voice I had heard when I was a child, her breath brushed across my face and her hair tickled my cheeks in knotted lumps.

"And she speaks at last" I growled, ignoring the obvious threat in her words, if she wanted to kill me then there was nothing I could do about it and it would at least be a quick death, I was sure of that. Hated for my mother bubble up inside me, my heart beat faster and faster and adrenaline began pumping through my body. Shoving upwards I took her by surprise and knocked her off of me, holding on as she rolled I landed on top of her and let my own eyes glow, my nails grew long and pointed and my canines sharpened.

"You wouldn't dare kill your own mother" the woman below snarled, her eyes flashed and she struggled to break free from my grip but I held her tight, my legs straddled her hips and my hands pressed down on her shoulders, keeping her arms from moving well.

"Why wouldn't I kill the mother who tried to kill me?" I said using her own words against her, twisting them slightly to my advantage, I eased up a little on her shoulders but fixated a glare to my face,

"But I wouldn't be as lowly as you and kill you without a fair fight" I hissed, stepping off of her and sliding into a defensive position. There was no way that I was going to let her leave here alive but first of all, I needed some answers and I needed them now but who knew if she would actually answer them or not. Somehow I doubted that she would.

I watched as she rolled to her feet with a low growl rumbling in her throat,

"You know that you will never be able to beat me right?" my mother growled as she too slid into a fighting stance, but somehow hers seemed more lethal than mine, covering my nerves with bravado I replied quickly,

"On the contrary dear mother you have not seen how far I have come" With a simple shrug the fight began.

I dodged her taloned claws left, right, up down her attacks seemed to come from everywhere but nowhere at the same time, frustration blocked my mind as I tried to land a blow of my own but couldn't succeed.

This was all going a lot worse than I had hoped.

Why had I even come here? I thought angrily I was annoyed at my mother for being the manipulative bitch she was and for killing my sister. I was annoyed at Derek for everything. I was annoyed at my father for being a drunk. But most importantly I was annoyed at myself. Annoyed for losing, giving up, running away, believing the lies I had been fed, being stupid all those damn times, falling for Derek, hating myself. Everything. I was annoyed at everything and everyone and I couldn't help it.

With a hiss I channelled that annoyance and growing hate into the fight and was soon attacking instead of retreating. A terrified look spread over my mother's face as she saw how the tides had changed so suddenly. She knew I wasn't the small, little, innocent, naïve little girl I had once been. I shoved her against the wall and put my arm to her throat, pinning her there tightly but not strangling her, I would never be as low as that.

"I have some questions. You ready to answer them?" I said sweetly, locking my eyes onto hers, all she responded with was a tiny nod,

"All righty then. First of all did you kill my sister?" A nod.

"So you lied to me?" A slight pause than another nod.

"Why'd you kill her?" I breathed out, barely able to contain the tears that pricked the back of my eyes, none of this made any sense at all. No matter how much I had tried to prepare myself I was not ready for her to admit it so casually like this. I hadn't expected to see her.

And that was when I made my first mistake.

I squeezed my eyes shut to blink away the tears that had just clouded my vision and that was when she took the opportunity to punch me in the stomach. Reflex tears filled my vision as I hunched over instinctively, a punch to my chin sent my head snapping backwards and my body slamming into a wall, I lay on the ground my vision swimming as my mother walked towards me. There was no chance I could beat her now, but luckily I didn't have to.

Derek burst in all black and white to me now and the two were suddenly darting around like little birdies, or so it seemed to me, one was thrown across the room and then was suddenly gone, like a light going out. I giggled at that and then watched as the other person walked towards me quickly, reaching out they lifted me up a little and then started prodding my chin and then around my face I tried to slap their hands away as each prod sent a flash of pain through me. Taking their hands away my brain finally started to catch up a little bit and I recognised that it was Derek who was in front of me, a grin spread across my face and I reached out to touch his pale face which looked so strange against his black hair.

Unfortunately for me my brain wasn't fully functioning so I giggled again as I began prodding his face this time. I pouted as he grabbed my hand and put it back down by my side, gently reaching around me I was suddenly flying, something warm and solid holding me up, in the real world though Derek had lifted me up and soon placed me back down on my old mattress. I groaned slightly as I sunk into it but I soon felt sleep pulling at me and with a yawn I rolled over and let my eyes flutter shut.

Something woke me again and I bolted up right the memories of what had happened slammed into me and I looked around the still dark room in terror, convinced that she had come back and was actually going to kill me this time.

My eyes met something dark and human shaped that sat in the corner closest to the door, fear raced through me and I scrambled away from it as it stood and walked closer,

"Hey, it's just me, Kayla. Calm down, she isn't coming back. Not tonight" Derek said as he took another step closer, his palms were open and facing towards me as if showing he wasn't going to hurt me.

My heartbeat slowly returned to normal and as it did Derek came and sat beside me,

"What were you doing over there?" I whispered, still frightened over everything that had happened,

"Just making sure she didn't come back" he replied softly.

"Thanks" I said, glancing at him, I could barely see him in the dark but I saw that his eyes flicked towards me as I said that,

"Sure. You probably want me to leave again" he said suddenly and stood up as if he was about to leave anyway. I didn't say anything but as he walked away I somehow felt more afraid,

"Derek?" I whispered into the dark, seeing nothing but his outline as it stopped moving.

"Yeah?"

"Please stay"

"Sure"

I lied back down and closed my eyes, feeling a little better knowing that Derek was there and I knew that he would make sure that nothing happened.

"Derek?" I whispered keeping my eyes shut as I talked,

"Yeah?"

"Can you please lie with me?" A moment of silence followed my question but then a hesitant 'sure' was whispered. I rolled over onto my side and then felt Derek lie down behind me. I reached behind me and grabbed his hand, bringing it over my waist, I moved back a little so I was lying against him. I closed my eyes again and then finally felt myself relax, somehow I felt incredibly safe like this.

"Thanks" I murmured, drifting off once again,

"I'm sorry about what I said before" I heard him whisper before the blackness claimed me and I floated off into dreamland, my thoughts no longer plagued with the horror of what my mother had done and was willing to do.