Hello! Second chapter that I promised you is here. Flashbacks are italicized, Emily's dream is not, just for clarification.

Now, Emily's dream is basically like a flashback to something that happened earlier in the story, but wasn't delved into much. For some people, it might be hard to read, especially because of how young Emily was when it happened. But it's important because it's all another part of why Emily is the way she is. So you're warned.

No light, no light

In your bright blue eyes

I never knew daylight could be so violent

A revelation in the light of day

-Florence and the Machine, "No Light, No Light"

"Well," Rebekah started, "How does it feel?"

Klaus looked over at her from the bed, sprawled, taking away the arm that was covering his eyes. "Not that different," he replied. "Except that, I feel as if…like." He trailed off.

Rebekah leaned forward, intrigued. "Like what?"

Klaus sighed and furrowed his eyebrows together. "I feel as if I'm missing a part of myself. An important part."

Rebekah pouted, wondering how that must feel. Their mother had done this to him. And their father had killed her yesterday after the sacrifice was complete, ripped out her heart. Well, not Niklaus's father. That realization was why Mikael had killed her in the first place.

Rebekah could feel a lump form in her throat. That bastard. He killed more than half the village, including Emily's parents, and his own wife. And then just to top it all off, his children. Who then came back to life as vampires. It seemed like Emily, ironically, was the only normal one around here.

Emily thrashed around in her bed, flinging the covers off of it.

She whimpered and grabbed the pillow next to her, reaching for Klaus, who, even her subconscious knew, was the only person who could comfort her. The dream overtook her, and the person she was grabbing for was no longer there.

It's just a dare, she told herself the day of the picnic, and she walked to the back of The Creep's house. To her surprise, it was a pretty normal backyard, nothing like the stories the kids told. The ones that said there were skeletons of other children from the village or massive torture devices used for the ones that didn't die so quickly. It was sort of smelly, though. But not the kind that went with the smell of decomposing flesh.

Suddenly, Emily saw a figure move beside her. Paralyzed by embarrassment -what is they noticed the person that was sneaking behind The Creep's house was a nine year old girl? –she stayed rooted in her place. There was rustling of some leaves and The Creep then stood before Emily.

"Well," he said. "What have we got here?"

Emily's legs trembled. "I- I had to go really bad and yours was the closest place for privacy," she stuttered. God that sounded stupid. She whirled, headed for the front of the house, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Oh, yeah?" he said, his voice curling like smoke around her, pulling her closer. "Why this one? I have neighbors, you know? Just as close." Emily tried to shrug casually, but she was shaking too bad.

The Creep pushed her up against one of the back walls of his house, so flat that no one would be able to see anything, even if they came looking for her. "Maybe," he suggested, "you wanted to see me for yourself."

Holding her hands over her head, he slid his hand up her shirt. "No titties," he laughed. "Might be a man." Then he slipped his hand under the folds of her dress and rubbed his fingers between her clamped legs. "Don't feel no prick either, though," he said. He leaned forward, so close that she could smell his breath. "Gotta make sure," he said, and he jammed his finger inside her.

Panic was a cloud around her, stiffening her body and filling her throat so that even though she screamed in her mind, no sound actually came out. Just as quickly as the man had grabbed her, he let her go. Emily fell to the cool grass as he left her, feeling a burning sensation from his hands inside her. She was sick on the ground, and then stood up. She straightened her clothing and walked back to the table, where Klaus was waiting for her.

"Emily!" Klaus screamed. "Emily, you have to wake up." He was shaking her now.

Bolting upright, Emily gave a loud sob and flung herself at the person she had once been reaching for. "I was looking for you but you- you weren't there," she cried into his shoulder.

Klaus stroked her hair and sat on the bed with Emily, holding her tightly and not planning on letting her go. "I was outside," he explained. "Elijah and I were talking. We didn't want to wake you."

Emily nodded. "I was dreaming again."

Klaus looked down at her, worry and fear wide in his eyes. "Would you please tell me what it was about? You always say it's about the same thing, but you never tell me." Emily shook her head.

"If I tell you, you'll get upset," she stated, as if this was reason enough.

"But if I don't know then I can't help you."

"You don't need to help me. I'm a big girl." She smiled. "I can take care of myself." Emily leaned back onto her pillow, taking Klaus with her. She kissed his lips and then forgot what she was worrying about in the first place.