A/N: Okay so you cant hate me for not updateing. Im technically not allowed to wright anymore, My parents say I need to get out of my head and become more "social" so they ban me from reading and writing. I mean Im on the cheer squad, dance squad and the only freshman on the yearbook staff! How more social would you like me to be? But I love to write, its my passion so I will wright , even if I have to sneak around to do it. Im so sorry but updates will probably be really infrequent but that's better than not finishing right? I really hope you guys stick with me because I Love this story and I hope you guys love it too. So hopefully this chapter was worth the wait? Please Review its what encourages me to get up at 1 in the morning when my parents are asleep to wright!

Amara led me back to a room that looked similar to mine , punching in a code at the series of doors it took to finally get inside the block . "I thought we were going to see Bree?" I asked confused, and a litte relieved, bree had to hate me .

She turned to me, visibly gulping . "We are." Her eyes downcast she stepped forwar, murmurming something to the strigoi guard something I couldn't over hear .

"Kitchen." He said, smiring at me .

Confused I simply followed Amara to a small kitchen, warmly decorated with various colors of oranges yellows and reds, dark mahogany cabinets and black appliances. One thing you do notice is that theres no sharp objects,no can openers, no knife set , no nothing . It was painstakingly obvious that this ,all this apartment appearance was just an illusion , making you think you were allowed to do whatever you want, make you think your happy , when really all it was is a dressed up cage.

Standing in the corner by the fridge was a woman seemingly making coffee. The mug shakingly fell out of her hand, spilling hot coffee all over her white sundress. She shrieked "God dammit!" before walking to the sink to wash off the scalding liquid . The woman turned around, I couldn't help but gasp. It was Bree. Long, striped, pink and puffy burns went down the left side of her body .Her eyes were covered by a very stylish set of micheal korse sun glasses , odd because we were inside. Her jet black hair was cut jaggedly almost as if she had angrily taken a pair of scissors towards her locks.
"Who's there?"she demanded to know. Amara turned towards me putting her finger to her lips, telling me not to utter a word.
"It's just me. I ran into the side of the counter top, gosh I can be so clumsy sometimes!"Amara giggled .Bree looked confused, obviously knowing she was lying , Amara was the picture of grace, but deciding that she probably just wasn't use to the burns quite yet. Amara quickly rushed to start cleaning the glass that had shattered on the floor .

I cant believe this. I did this . I mean what is the chance Bree got into some other fire, other than the one I had caused? She looked like this, because of me. Its my fault. What had I done? Was her baby alright? Had I killed it ? I was a murderer. No, shes alive , and has a bump, they wouldn't let her live unless she was carrying a child of thiers.

After the mess was cleaned Amara mad Bree another cup of coffee, then they went to sit at the small glass dinning table nestled in the corner of the kitchen. I stood stock still, not wanting to make a sound by moving . I couldn't help but compare the two sisters. Their eyes were the same gorgeous blue , but in every other way they were opposite. Amara was the picture of a happy mother with a white picket fence while Bree slightly resembled a New York party girl you would see in the streets at three in the morning.

"So have you thought any further on the baby names?" Amara asked, taking a sip of her coffee, eyeing me at the same time.

I wanted to tell her to stop looking at me, or Bree might follow her gaze and see me! Brees face automatically lit up at the topic of her child . "Well if it's a girl I still like Colbie or Avery. But if it's a boy I want to name him Ryan, after his father."

" Do you think that's such a good idea? Naming him Ryan?" AMara asked, placing her hand over Brees.

"Why wouldn't it be a good idea? Ryan is a good man! He loves. me!" Bree screamed, standing up .

"Bree…"

" Don't say it." Bree threatened. " I don't care what you say! HE LOVES ME! Just because he was turned strigoi changes nothing! NOTHING!So what his skins a little paler and he has to drink more blood than usual?" She shouted.

"Ryans gone, honey. Hes not the same person, hes a killer now." Amara said softly, as if afraid to make her rage anymore.

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? HE LOVES ME! NOTHING CAN CHANGE THAT!"Amara slowly grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Bree shoved at Amara, but only succeeding in pushing herself into the glass table. The table shattered, bringing her down with it . "Don't you get it? Im blind!Im having his child! I need him to love me! HE HAS TOO!" She finally yelped before breaking into sobs , repeatedly choking out a "He loves me, he has too." Amara tried once again to take her sister into her arms, Bree let her this time. As she bawled Amara rocked her back in forth .

I was still stuck on blind. She was blind? Oh my god I had completely ruined her life! Im worse than a murderer! She has to live like this for the rest of her life!

"Im so sorry…" I said remorsefully.

Bree's head snapped up. "There is someone else here isn't there?"

"I-I-i…." I choked, not knowing what to say .

"I know that voice." She said , pondering. Suddenly I felt almost as if lasers were shooting out of her eyes, I copuld literally see the rage coming out of the sunglasses. "Its YOU…."