Yeah, Yeah, I'm sorry, late update again but i couldn't think about how this chapter would go so a HUGE thank you to 'CH3RRYPOPS' for an awesome idea and none of this chapter wouldn't be here without it! And so ... yeah ... 'i dont own vampire diaries' and blah blah blah.

Enjoy ;)

I sat on my bed and sighed. I was lost in thought. All my memories had been whizzing around my head. It was three o'clock in the morning now. I didn't even want to go to sleep despite the fact that I felt deathly tired. I wanted to cry my eyes out and the only thing stopping me was that there were three vampires with super-hearing in the next room.

My memories just kept on coming through my mind:

"Ahhhh! Dad,no! It's cold!" the soaking wet young girl young girl screamed.

She ran away from her father who was carrying a bucket full of freezing cold water and she ran into the field. Her Dad laughed as he playfully caught up with her and poured the water on top of her head.

"Ahhhhh!" she screamed.

"I've got you, you little rascal," he laughed as he pulled her down into the long grass and began to tickle her.

"No, Dad! No! That tickles! Stop it!" she laughed as she wriggled herself free and jumped into the long grass to that her father couldn't find her.

She held her laughter as her father stood up and looked around suspiciously. He could obviously see her but she didn't know that.

"Now where has my little Myra gone? Hmm," he said loudly as he parted one bit of long grass where he knew she wasn't.

The little girl giggled, she couldn't hold in her laughter any more but as soon as the giggle escaped, she clamped her hand down over her mouth to stop any others.

"What was that? Was that my Myra?" he said. "Myra, where are you?" he asked playfully as he parted another piece of grass where she wasn't. "Where could she possibly be?" he asked.

Then without warning he leapt at her hiding place and began to tickle her again. They played until the sun began to set. Her father took her back inside and got her into her pyjamas before telling her a bedtime story and letting her drift off into the dream world.

A tear ran down my face at the memory. How worried was my father now? He knew it was beyond his power to get me back and yet he still tried. He still had hope. Did I still have hope? I didn't know if I did. I didn't know anything anymore.

I looked up as somebody opened the door. Immediately I wiped my tears away but it was too late Klaus had already seen them.

"Hey what's wrong?" Klaus asked as he came to sit with me.

"Nothing," I said quietly.

"Yes, there is. What is it?" Klaus asked as he sat next to me and wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulder.

"I was just remembering some things," I sighed and then forced a smile at Klaus.

Despite my smile, a tear still ran down my cheek. Klaus looked at me for a moment before pressing a small kiss on my lips and wiping away the tear. He then cradled me in his arms. I stayed there just enjoying the moment but then a thought came into my mind to ruin it.

This man that you're hugging now, how many lives has he taken and ruined. How many lives will he still take? You're hugging a murderer.

I woke early the next morning. I hadn't slept well, even once I had actually gotten to sleep. I got changed and headed out into the kitchen. All of our camping stuff was currently in the kitchen so it looked very full because it was a tiny kitchen.

Klaus was sitting at the tiny table for two. He looked tired as well … or do vampire always look tired … or was he actually tired … or did he always look like that. I was so tired that I didn't even know what the hell my head was going on about.

I sat down in silence opposite him with my slice of toast. I didn't want to talk to him about last night and I hoped that he didn't want to talk about it either. But there were other things that I wanted to talk about, other things that really couldn't wait any longer.

"Klaus," I said quietly and he lifted his head from the newspaper. "I was wondering, although I think I already know the answer, what are you going to do with all of the healers?" I asked.

"Kill them," Klaus answered.

"You can't all of them," I said.

"Yes I can and I will," Klaus replied sharply making me flinch.

"They live in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, they've probably never even heard of you," I said. I decided that I had nothing to lose except my life and that meant nothing if it meant saving hundreds of others.

"They have," Klaus replied.

"How do you know that?" I growled.

"Because every healer tells ghost stories about Klaus, the man who whipped out every other healer on the planet," Klaus said.

"But you can't kill all of them," I said.

"Why not?" Klaus said glaring at me.

"Because they've never done anything to hurt you! And you're going to destroy their probably perfect lives just like you have done to mine!" I shouted.

"Do you think I care for an instant about your life?! I've taken away hundreds, probably thousands of lives belonging to all sorts of creatures, humans, witches, healers and werewolves! Why would I care about your little life, just because you're a hybrid that actually got to inherit both sides of your pathetic little family who you're probably never going to see again?!" Klaus shouted at me making me tremble.

I sat on my chair in silence shaking and staring at Klaus. Elijah came whizzing into the kitchen whilst Kol stood in the doorway.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Elijah growled.

A tear rolled down my face as Klaus faced me.

"Myra I'm sorry, I just-"

"No. You're right. My life sucks, I might as well be dead," I said as I got up and walked to my room before crying for what felt and probably was hours.

I sighed as we stepped onto the private jet. Klaus and his brothers just seemed to have an endless supply of money.

"You okay?" Elijah asked.

"Yep," I lied.

I was nowhere near okay. I felt sick. I felt sad. I felt empty. I felt as though everything important about my life had been hollowed out and taken away so that I was just left with all off the bad things. What made things worse was that those two little glimmers of hope that were fixed on not getting Klaus to kill the healers and going home to Dad had been eliminated.

There was no way I would be able to stop Klaus …

And I would never be able to see my Dad again …

My life had ended right there …

There was nothing left that was important to me.

OMG Myra has given up with her life! DUN DUN DUN!