I'm so sorry for not updating last week! I just go so busy with one of my classes I didn't have time! Well I made this chapter long to make up for it so there! Theres not really any action in this chapter, but there is a lot of back ground you need to know of Mary so bare with it! Also, I'm having trouble with it not publishing Mr and Mrs carters name, so I have to use their first name now, I had that problem in my last chapter so I'm working on fixing it. Joseph and Melinda is tylers dad and mom and Andria and mark are the other two parents. Okay. Back to story! R&R!

~Mary~

Tears began to stream down her face as she looked at me. "If you're her sister, than you would have the same grandparents. Why would you do that to your own kin?" Joseph asked. She looked up at him for the first time and gave a small frown. "We were foster kids, I don't know for sure who or how we ended up like this, but we were together until I was ten and she was around three or so. We were being presented as a set, so we could be together, but she was three so she got adopted first. I got adopted a year later by someone in Boston."

She looked at me, then, and frowned deeper. I scooted the stool back away from her and feebly made my way back on it. "When I turned 18, I looked for you. I searched online, adoption records, but couldn't find you. Mary-" Her voice cracked and she swallowed then continued, "Where did you go?" I frowned. This girl looked nothing like me, and I wasn't going to bite this story so easy. "According to my license, I went to East Tennessee. I don't remember anything else." I said numbly. She let out a breath and made a whine noise. "that's where I was looking when I got captured and turned. Mary, what do you have that he wants?"

I glanced at her then at Melinda. I didn't know if we should trust her and wanted some guidance. She looked at me with a sympathetic look, "family is important sweetie, but we don't know if she's telling the truth or not." I nodded. "I can prove it!" Meloney pipped up then. We all looked at her then, disbelief evident on our faces. "Stand me up and lift the back of my shirt. In the center of my back, between my shoulder blades, you will see a birth mark shaped like crossing sticks. Mary has the same one. Look." She said pleading.

Andria looked at me doubtful while Joseph thought about it. "Well, it ain't doing no good standing here, stand her up." I said, trying to stand myself. Melinda came over to me, helping me stand. I saw Andria lifting Meloney up and turn her around. I felt my shirt go up. I heard a small gasp from everyone except Meloney as they all got a first look at my back. I remembered the scene in the bathroom and knew all the scars they were looking at. "We'll talk about it late." I heard Joseph whisper as they searched through the mess of marks. I looked over my shoulder and easily saw the mark on Meloney's back. Now where's mine?

"Found it," Mark said. I felt cold fingers lightly touch my back between my shoulder blades and shivered. My shirt dropped and we both turned to look at each other. I still couldn't believe the story, but what can I say now? I wouldn't trust her just yet, but I'll at least accept her. I wobbled over and hugged her slightly, as much as my wounded body would allowed, she hugged back as best she could with the restraints. "Okay, just one question. Where'd the eyes and hair come from?" Andria asked. I looked at Meloney for the answer and heard her giggle slightly. "When I was going through our records at the agency, I found our descriptions listed and a picture and letter from our parents that was supposed to be given to us when we were old enough, but they got lost somehow.

"Anyway, in the picture, it was our parents. Dad had blonde hair and green eyes, while mom had red hair and brown eyes. But your hair is much bloodier than moms. Hers was a dark almost black red." I smiled a little at that. "What did the letter say?" I asked. Her eyes hardened slightly and she looked away. She didn't answer for a while, then, "I don't know. They wouldn't give it to me. They said that if I wanted it, I had to have you with me, because it was addressed to both of us. Some legal crap." I felt my shoulders drop a little and frowned.

Joseph and Mark sat on the sofa and began to talk in hushed whispers. I looked at Meloney and we both sat down, closer together now. "So how did you become like this?" I asked. She sighed, "Two years ago I was in Kentucky, when on my way back to the hotel I was staying at, from eating at the local Diner, someone grabbed me from behind and began to eat me. I guess it was a vampire like me and didn't want to take my life, however he took too much, and I remember him panicking and gave me his blood, then I blacked out."

I felt my jaw drop a little. "I'm sorry.." She shrugged and smiled, "I finally found you though, so I don't mind much!" I smiled and hugged her. She began to tell me things about her life and what she remembered about me, how she went to Boston, her family. I later found out later that they died in a car accident on their way to visit her a year ago. She had just started to tell me about myself, when Tyler came rushing in, "He's awake." I stared at him for a minute before reaching for my crutch and lifting myself.

Tyler was beside me in a flash, almost like he was shielding me from something. I realized with a start that he was looking at Meloney and quickly pulled him away, "Tye, it's fine! She's okay!" He growled and looked at me in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind? Do you not remember everything they've done to you?" I put my hands on his chest and looked up at him, "No, I haven't, but trust me. Please." I pleaded. A minute later his facial expression softened and he put his arms around me. I didn't push him away, instead I hugged him back. It felt good to be in his embrace and smiled softly, breathing him in. He smelled better than his sheets lead him on to.

I blushed softly at the thought, and we let go, him a little reluctantly. "Tyler, thank you, for trusting me." He nodded stiffly and looked at Meloney. Then something weird happened. He leaned close to her. No the kind that is like people whispering, but so close that they could be mistaken for kissing if at the right angle. He began to sniff her then, like a dog would. Or should I say wolf? "Mary..why does she-" Sniff, "-smell like you?" Meloney stared, or rather glared, at Tyler as he sniffed her. "Well.." I nervously laughed and picked at my nails, not meeting his gaze. He put a finger under my chin and led my face up to look at him.

"Mary," He said sternly. I let out a breath and bit my lip, "Tyler..this is Meloney. Meloney Locke." I said softly. His hand dropped and he stood in shock. He stared at me for the longest time before he slowly looked at her. "Locke..?" His voice sounded so far away, I had to strain to hear him. "Yes, Locke. This is my sister." He jerked as if those words stabbed him, and he looked away from her. "How do you know? Did she tell you that? You can't trust her!" His voice rose and became yelling. "I told you to trust me." I said softly. He growled, "I do, but this is a mistake." "Then it is my mistake. She has given me reasonable proof and I plan to accept it for now."

He shook his head and walked away from me, towards the hallway. He stopped just in the door way and without looking back, "grandfather is awake." He then disappeared out the back door, into the blind forest beyond. I sighed and lowered my head, shutting my eyes. A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up to see Melinda and Joseph looking at me with small smiles, "He will be okay, just let him process things," Melinda said. I gave her my best smile and looked at Meloney. She was still glaring slightly, "boyfriend?" she asked lowly. I didn't respond for a moment, then sighed, "It's complicated." I finally gave her then told her to stay here with Mark.

I limped out of the room with Melinda's help, Joseph and Andria in tow. Grandpa was still in his laying down position on the couch, but he now had bandages covering him and fresh clothes. A dish rag layed under his head as a pillow and his eyes were open. As I entered the room, his head turned slightly and his old eyes focused on me. Leaf and Reed was gone now, leaving Poppy, Iris and Lily there sitting in chair watching over him. At the sight of me, grandpa tried to raise up, but an agonizing expression came over him and he fell back on the table panting.

I dropped the crutch and limped over on my own, falling onto my knees and laying my head and arms on the table next to him. I couldn't stop the tears and crying that followed. I had caused all of this to him and he has to hate me for it. I didn't want to look at him and see the hatred, but I couldn't contain the sadness and guilt that was pouring out of me. I felt a shaky hand pat my head softly, and looked up into the eyes of my grandpa. His smiled was lighting his features and instead of hatred in those eyes, I saw love. Love, and relief.

I couldn't speak, for fear my voice wouldn't hold against the current of emotions thick in my throat. I was grateful to Joseph when he asked the questions. "Mr. Locke, I'm Joseph Carter, this is my wife Melinda Carter. We mean you no harm." Grandpa nodded, not taking his eyes off me, his hand now gently holding the side of my face. "Mary..my Mary..you're safe." He wiggled out on shaky breath. I nodded and smiled, laying my hand on the one holding my face. "Are you alright?" He asked. I nodded. We stayed like that for a while, looking at each other.

"Mary, where are we?" He asked, breaking the silence. I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears but they came anyways, and instead of words, what came out was a small cry. Melinda put a hand on my shoulder and I drew strength from her. I took in a breathe and let it out. "At the Carters,grandpa. They're friends. What happened?"

"I don't remember much, just them breaking through the door and takeing us. Everything after that was a painful blur." He said lowly. At the mention of 'us' I was reminded of the fact grandma hadn't been mentioned. I was scared to know but had to ask. "Grandpa, where is grandma? Is she okay?" I asked timidly. At the mention of grandma, his face contorted in agony and suffering. "Your grandmother has gone to the Lord. Be thankful child, for she no longer suffers the horribleness of those wretched creatures." I lost my breath and began to shake. She was gone. I could feel a break down coming on.

She was gone and it was fault. Grandma was gone, they killed her. I would never know what she looked like, see her again, I'll never know her again. I hadn't realized I had said all this aloud in a whisper, until grandpa asked what I was talking about. I could vaguely hear someone explaining how I lost my memory, but not who. I couldn't really hear anything. Everything was gone, sight and sound. I felt my limbs moving numbly and then my feet were cold. I couldn't feel anything, not pain or sadness. I couldn't see anything except the picture I had.

I was unlovable. My parents got rid of me, vampires are attacking and killing for me, Tyler left me, Meloney is one of those things now, and now grandma is dead. I hadn't noticed it had gotten dark and was raining. I also didn't notice I had gotten outside somehow and was now on my knees, in the back yard. My break down was here, I felt it. I could feel myself staring at the ground blankly as the rain-soaked me. Everything was my fault, why couldn't I do something good for once?

A pair of shoes interrupted my vision, but I didn't dare look up to the owner. I didn't want the disapproving face I knew would come. Soon, it was knees I saw on the ground instead, then arms were around me and I was pulled into a tight embrace. I couldn't comprehend what was happening, where was the savage beating I deserved? The disapproving tactics at punishment for all this? A smell drifted through the rain, and I recognized it to only one person. "I came back, and they told me what happened. Mary..I'm so sorry.. mom told me everything and I'm so sorry." Tyler said soothingly. I couldn't feel anything, where was the pain I deserved?

"Mary..please. Please come back to me." Why wasn't there any pain? Someone please beat me. I could finally feel a small pain rise in my chest. "Mary! Please, look at me! Mary!" The pain was growing. Someone please kill me! Make it stop! Why won't you kill me? I deserve to die! Why? Why?! WHY!? "Mary, I love you.." It broke. The mental stability link broke and a scream pierced the night. A high-pitched, agonizing scream. It took me awhile before I realized it was my screams of pain.

Crying and screaming took over my whole body. I was shaking violently and was now in a ball on the ground, screaming and crying. I hadn't noticed Tyler holding me until his silent tears fell on my arm. My hopeless despair was suffocating. All this pain in my chest and mind was excruciating, I was the reason for so much unhappiness and death, but I was being told I was loved. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want it, I didn't deserve it. I wiggled out of Tyler's grip and crawled looking for some sort of object to end this misery. My fingers touched something seemingly sharp and I wrapped my hands around it.

I pointed it toward my chest and tried to shove it through, to end this pain and take my self and end the misery of others before it caught someone else in its unforgiving grasp. I was grabbed forcibly and the object yanked from my hands and tossed away. I tried to break free, seeing Tyler wrapping his arms tighter. "Mary stop!" I jerked and writhed in pain, kicking around and trying to get away so I can end it, but he held me tighter, "I will not let you take yourself away from me!" Tyler shouted. I was screaming and crying again, still attempting escape.

He held me there in his grasp, refusing to let go. We sat like that in the dark and rain for a long time. I had calmed down a bit, and could now see better and had control over my body again. I was still crying, but quieter now. Why didn't he let me end it? Why keep this destruction of a body? I was shaking now, but not from my breakdown, but from the cold. I felt his breath on my neck and noticed how tense I was. I let my muscles loose, and went limp against his body.

I heard him let out a breath and let his grip loosen a little. "Better?" He asked softly. "Why..?" I asked in a quiet voice. "Why me? Why her? Why this family? Why didn't you let me end it?" I asked. He tightened his grip again, leaning his chin on the top of my head. "Only God knows why all the first questions, but the last one is because I love you. I wouldn't be able to go on if you had done it." He said. "Because of the 'mate' thing?" I asked. He stiffened ever so slightly, "Halfly, I also love you for being you." "That's so corny.." I said. He laughed slightly and sighed, "but it's true."

We stayed like that for a little longer, until we heard movement in the forest not far off. Tyler sprung up, me in his arms. "Let's go back inside." He stated. I nodded and let him carry me in. I saw through the doorway that grandpa was asleep, Iris seated next to him looking at a cellphone. Tyler took me upstairs and into his bedroom, shifting me so as to open the bathroom door. The numbness was gone from earlier and the pain of my body and injuries came back to me and I inhaled sharply. "Next time you decide to go on an emotional and mental breakdown, and run out fo the house, remember to at least have no broken or severed bones." He chuckled. He smack his shoulder and let out a small whimper.

"You need to get out of these clothes before you get sick again." I didn't realize what he was saying until I noticed my shivers. I nodded and he set me down on my good foot. He walked out of the room after turning on the bath and saying he will be just outside the door. I attempted to undress myself, but got my bandages and casts caught in my wet clothes. I couldn't get them off and was dieing of embarrassment at what I was about to do. "Tyler?" I asked quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear, but to m y disappointment, he answered. "I'm stuck.." I answered. There was silence then the door opened slowly.

Tyler walked in and stopped, trying not to laugh. My arms were in this weird contorted position above my head, my shirt halfway up and stuck over my head. "Having trouble?" He said jokingly which got him an invisible glare. He couldn't get the shirt of without getting a hiss of pain from me, so he just ripped it open, down the front and discarded it into a trash can. I tried to take off my pants then, but without even struggling and almost having them off, he just ripped them off too. I looked at him, annoyed. He shrugged, "Was easier," was all the he said.

He shut the water off, then looked at my mostly naked body, save for my bra and underwear. He blushed and looked away as I did. "I'll go get Iris to help you, seeing you have bandages everywhere." I nodded and stepped out-of-the-way to the door. He left the room and I walked over the mirror, looking at myself. I was gross. My eyes were red and puffy, my hair was wet and stringy and I looked broken, bruised, pale, and sick. Well, I was all that but that's beside the point. Tyler walked in after a few minutes, frowning.

"Andria, Iris, and Lily went on patrol outside, and Mom took Poppy and Rose to get supplies from the store." I frowned, "I will be okay," I said. "I could..." He started to say, when Reed burst through the door that Tye forgot to shut, "I can help! What are we helping with?" He said. I let out a yelp and fell backwards, Tyler growling. Reed noticed I wasn't technically wearing anything and went red, "I'm so sorry! I though-!" " You thought wrong! Get out!" Tyler shouted. Reed ran out, redder then a ripe tomato. Tyler came over and helped me stand.

"You okay?" He asked, face red. I nodded. After a few awkward seconds, he looked at me again. "Um.." "What was you going to say?" I asked. If it was possible his face went redder and he looked anywhere but me. "I was gonna offered to help you, but that's fine, I can leav-" "please, you may." He stopped mid-sentence and stared in shock. "Really?" I nodded, "but you will blindfold yourself, and I will place your hand where to wash. Got it?" I said sternly. I nodded and left, coming back with a very thick sock.

He picked me up and set me in the hot bath water before blindfolding himself. When I made sure he couldn't see, I removed the rest of my under clothes and he helped lower me in the water. I guided his hands to my back and hair, as he washed me. It felt nice as he gently massaged me as he washed, and smiled contentedly closing my eyes. Suddenly, I felt something sensitive, and felt something rough brush against my right breast. I jerk suddenly and Tyler jerked his hands back, "did I hit an injury? I'm sorry!" I looked at him, realizing it was him just washing my sides. "No, you're fine." I said and he continued.

He rinsed me off and began washing my hair. I was enjoying this so much I had dozed off. The sound off the water draining woke me and I felt arms carrying me to set me on the toilet. A towel was drapped over me and Tyler's blindfold was off. Did he look at me? He had come back into the room with sweatpants and a t-shirt of his and stopped when he saw me awake. "Feeling better?" He asked and walked to me. I stared at him, accusingly. As he suck my feet gently through the pant legs without disturbing the towel, he glanced up at me. "I didn't see anything, don't worry." He closed his eyes as he help slide the pants over my exposed lower region.

He helped me put the shirt on and closed his eyes again so not to see anything. He lowered my arms and smiled, "there. Better?" He asked. I stared in his stunning eyes and nodded. He picked me up and carried me to his bed, laying me down. I sat up as best I could and looked at him. He stared back confused, "What?" He asked. I couldn't help but remember what he had said to me while we were outside, "You love me." It was one of those stated questions that needed an answer but didn't require one. He nodded and looked me in the eyes. "I always have, always will, Mary Drew Locke." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, pressing my lips to his.

My mouth exploded as a zapping sensation was spreading through me. He placed his hands gently on my waist as he kissed back. The kiss was gentle but was passionate as he guided over my lips. To my knowledge, this was my first kiss, and strangely, I was glad it was Tyler. He pulled away and we both gasped for air a little. I smiled sheepishly, turning red and he smiled wide, a big toothy grin. "If that's what woulda happened, I woulda told you that sooner darlin'." I giggled and he kissed me again. I broke away this time and smiled.

"Go shower before you get sick." I said smiling, kissing his cheek. "Yes ma'am!" He said, grabbing some pants and a shirt, heading into the bathroom. "Tyler?" I said, laying back into the sheets and pillows. "Yes, darlin'?" I giggled, "Thank you." I said. He smiled wide again, "No problem." He disappeared into the bathroom and I fell into sleep still smiling, the kiss still lingering on my lips.

DU DU DUHHHHHHH! Anyways, how was that? Did I make up for the lack of update? I promise ill ge better at this updating! I love you all! R&R! ANy suggestions or qustions- PM or leave a review! Have a very great night and happy reading!