There was an old man in the living room too. I guessed that he was my grandfather. The man stood up in a defensive manner as the woman walked into the room behind us. He started walking towards us until he saw me and he stopped and frowned.
Klaus, Kol and Elijah sat on the sofa casually. I sat on the floor next to them. I felt guilty for leading my own family to this. What would happen if these three brothers decided to kill them? I had been beginning to like Klaus until he had just done that. As soon as we were out of here I would probably have a go at him in some way.
"Sorry," I heard Klaus whisper.
His voice was so quiet that had only just about heard it, no doubt his brothers had heard it perfectly well. I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them as a symbol that I had heard it.
What the hell was going on in his head? One moment he was being kind of nice to me and the next he puts me in a position where it feels like something is going to rip out of my chest!
My grandmother and grandfather stood staring at us suspiciously but I could see that there was fear somewhere in their eyes.
"Let. The girl. Go," my grandfather said between his teeth.
"No." To my intent surprise the voice belonged to Kol. "It's too funny when she freaks out," Kol chuckled. I knew there was a catch.
"Anyway, we're not here to negotiate Myra's freedom, are we?" Elijah said.
"No, we're here to know where the rest of your species are," Klaus said and I heard him smile.
"And you think that we'll betray our own species?" my grandfather asked.
"Well I've already got Myra's father to tell us where you lived and that involved betraying family. But the again my brother here did have to endanger Myra's life for that?" Klaus said.
"You bit her!" my grandmother shrieked.
"Maybe, why?" Kol asked curiosity was in his voice.
"You've ruined her life! She'll never be able to live properly now! You've made time stop for her!" my grandmother shouted. Anger was portrayed all over her face. What the hell was she talking about?
"What are you on about?" Elijah asked mirroring my thoughts.
"You've made her stop aging! She won't age past seventeen now!" she shouted.
"What?" I murmured.
"Now, that's interesting," Klaus said and I practically heard him smiling.
It took a moment for it to hit me. I would never be older than this. I would never grow up. I would always be underage. She was right, Kol had ruined my life.
"Anyway, back to the original topic. Where are the rest of the healers?" Elijah asked.
"You can't expect me to know where all of the healers are!" my grandmother growled.
"Well, actually we can because if I remember rightly healers live together in groups," Kol sighed.
"We've changed," my grandfather said.
"No you haven't. You're family are outcasts," Klaus said then he took my arm and rolled up my sleeve to reveal my birthmark what was roughly in the shape of a three. "Three generations ago her family was out casted from a group of healers. The only group of healers to escape after I sentenced them all to death," Klaus said.
"Myra is a three, her mother was a two and that means that you must be the original outcasts," Kol finished.
My grandparents exchanged glances with expressions that I couldn't understand.
"Well, you're in no mood to share and we have all the time in the world so I think that we'll just have to wait for a couple of days. Plus I think that we're all very tired from our long journey," Klaus said smiling at my grandparents.
"Do you have a spare room or two?" Kol asked.