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AN: LostDemon43 thanks for being a loyal reader.

(Calliope - POV)

"How?" David asked me.

"I have the gift of clairvoyance. That's how I have found you. I would have dreams. The dreams had me relive my past lives and I could see each of you. What happened to you and how I could find you." I answered.

"C... can you see anything?" Star asked me quietly.

"I have to focus on the person." I said to her, "What do you want to know?"

"I... I want to be free. I don't want this life." she said and looked at the boys.

I grabbed her hand and closed my eyes. I rubbed circles on the back of her hand. I hummed lowly as I focused on the feel of her skin. Slowly the images came to me. I saw a boy come to Santa Carla; he was almost here. He would kill my David. I squeezed her hand. Star was desperate to not be a vampire. A man, Max, the sire of my boys, would have the boy turned. Star did not know about Max; she pointed the finger at David for them to be released. He and other boys would take each of my men out in terrible ways. My Paul in the worst way. I released her hand and looked to her scared and weary brown eyes.

"Where is Max?" I whispered.

"Who's Max?" Star asked aloud to the guys.

I looked to David. I could see the struggle in his eyes. The sire compulsion inside forcing him to silence. I watched his eyes dart over to a pile of movies stacked on the floor. That was odd. There was no TV in the cave nor electricity to use a TV. So why was there a stack of movies? I leaned over his lap to the movies and picked the top one up. Lethal Weapon I read then turned it over to see a video store label. VIDEOMAX. I looked to David's blue orbs and saw the answer in his eyes. I nodded and stood.

"I can free you, Star. I will free you." I said to Star.

She choked on a sob. The weight of the promise of freedom in the sun cracking her armor. She was a free-spirited girl that was wilting having to be contained.

"And Laddie?" she asked as she wiped her eyes of the cascading tears.

I looked to the small boy between Dwayne's feet. He was holding tightly to the jeans on his legs. I sat before the boy and asked for his hand. He placed his hand in mine and like with Star I rubbed his little hand. Just focusing on his little hand in mine. I hummed again to center myself as I homed in on the bursts of playfully chaotic energy of a child. Unlike the calmer energy that Star possessed, and I was able to get a sequence of images from her; Laddie's was more sporadic.

I caught the first image of a smiling woman. I felt the happy energy. Then I felt terror. The woman was back, only her eyes were flat and dull. Her throat was shredded. She was dead as a tall shadow stretched over her body. All that showed of the shadow was that it pulled a pair of glasses from the breast pocket of its suit jacket. I believed it to be a man. The boardwalk showed next. Then Dwayne followed by Star. I could feel Laddie's emotions. He loved Star so much. He loved Dwayne. I smiled as I watched. Then it showed me. Laddie was weary of me but warming cause of Dwayne. I opened my eyes.

"His mother was killed in front of him. He doesn't remember the killer. But it was more than likely a vampire. Her throat had been ripped out. There is no other family. He loves Dwayne. But Star he loves you so much. You mean everything to him." I said to her.

Star opened her arms for the small boy to come to her. He did. He wrapped his small arms around her and placed his small head on her stomach. He belonged with her. He would flourish with her. She was meant to be in his life. He needed her.

"I'll need to time to think of how to convince the sire to let you go Star but don't fret I will find a way to make it happen." I said to her then looked to David, "One way or another." David nodded at my words. I needed to release all of them from Max. One way or the other they would be released.

Dwayne pulled me over to his lap. His face buried in the back of my neck as we carried on conversation to pass the midnight hours. It was almost 3 a.m. when Laddie yawned deeply, and Star got him ready and put him to bed with a chapter from the book of Peter Pan. I smiled as she made voices to differentiate the characters.

I had eventually laid across Paul, Marko, and Dwayne's laps to rest. They each was touching my skin. I closed my eyes and just focused on them. I did not watch the future. I did not want to know just yet. I had to speak to Max. I had to try and free Star. It had to happen. I needed it to happen.

(Lucy - POV)

I looked back at the home that I had lived for 20 years. The home my now ex-husband had carried me over the threshold. The home I had brought both of my son's home to and raised in. I watched as my boys carried boxes out of the home, no, the house that they were no longer welcome to. I could see that coward, the cheating man, the man I had devoted myself to and had loved, watching through the windows; not lifting a finger to help. He had not even tried for custody of his sons. Now just my sons.

I felt my eyes water at that realization. A stray tear fell, and I angrily swiped it away. I grabbed the leash of Nanook from my youngest son, Sam and got the husky in the Station Wagon the judge had kindly allowed me to keep in the divorce. Sam put his last box in the car and grabbed a few comics to read on the ride. Michael, my eldest, rode his motorcycle onto the trailer hitched to my Station Wagon. He strapped it down to make sure it didn't bounce or fall over. He doubled checked that none of the boxes packed onto the trailer were strapped down well and then he got in the back seat of the car.

With a heavy heart and one last look at the house we had once called home; I climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. I pulled out of the drive and up the road starting the journey from Phoenix, Arizona speeding towards Santa Carla, California. My only wish now with this move was that the heaviness on our hearts would be lifted and our lives would brighten. I looked at my boys and my resolve hardened. I will make this better.