And of course what I had with Christian meant something, I wouldn't have felt so damn depressed about leaving, and his coldness that he showed only seconds before I left wouldn't have effected me if it didn't.. But there was no explanation to those feelings I felt.. The only thing that came to my mind was that perhaps I had grown to trust him. That's why it felt hard to see him act like that and to accept that it was in fact, yes, maybe a goodbye. But things had to be done a certain way.. I could only blame myself for getting attached to a vampire. I made a deal with the devil and it worked out fine for me.. There was just still something holding me back. Pulling me back.. With just a small turn, right aside from the road, on a large clearing surrounded by the woods was the house I grew up in.. Also, the house that I ran away from, only a month ago. I stopped for a second staring at the large mansion. I knew every inch of this place that was away from every town, the place where I was taught everything I knew, the place where I grew to hate those that I now had deals with.. Those that I now had trouble saying goodbye to.. I heard myself release a sharp breath as I glanced at my arm.. The cut was healed.. But the memory of the attack was still there.. Blurred from how distracted I was that night from the visions I saw only seconds before the attackers crashed in. Now, I was supposed to continue walking towards my own home with the thought that maybe those attackers had something to do with an order that could possibly had been given by my own father.. With the thought of those visions about my father having another daughter could be easily true.. Perhaps I was going to walk out of this house with the truth. Or my father was just going to use his manipulative method and make me feel like the bad one for even daring to ask something like that, whether it was true or not. I opened the large gates and walked slowly towards the door.. Once I reached the porch, I thought that someone was going to rush out because they would hear me.. However, nothing happened.. I just took the key from the top of the doorframe, and slowly unlocked the door. I took a step in, met with the very familiar view of the large hall and a pair of two symmetrical curved staircases across from the door. Something dropped in my stomach.. No matter how much I convinced myself that I ran away for a good reason, I still missed it.. I missed home. Before I could release that shaky breath that I was holding, from the whole silence that dominated which was weird for this house because it was always loud and alive around the whole place, I heard a sharp gush of wind, and before I could react, I felt my body being pushed against the wall right beside me and a heavy pressure against my neck. The hit against the wall made me close my eyes, but I immediately managed to open them, and realized that I was staring back at a very familiar pair of green eyees.. Jack. He frowned, releasing the grip from my neck. "Lana," It was more of a question, but he had the 'honor' to be my brother as well as Marco, so only the two of them knew where I was the whole time.. I could tell the twins apart cause Jack had a scar on the side of his eyebrow, and Marco didn't.. Besides they were my younger brothers, I could tell them apart in a dream.. But now, perhaps my return just surprised him.. He took a step back, giving me enough space to push myself off the wall. I was just glad to see him, so it only seemed like a reflex when I hugged him. "What happened? Are you okay?" I heard that worried tone in his voice as we pulled back.. I nodded my head, pushing my hair off my face.. "Yea.. I never planned to run away forever, Jack, I just,- I thought dad would change his mind.. I'm hoping he did, 'cause I need to talk to him," Before he could say something, right from the living room walked out my mom and Marco.. My mother's expression was surprised, eyes wide and her face almost flushed when she saw me.. Was it so unbelievable for me to come back home? "Lana," Her voice was high with surprise as she walked towards me in a rush.. It was a new thing to see her dressed in jeans and a shirt, even though her hair was still very nicely done in a low bun.. I never liked that she tried showing our family as something gracious, even though with my father being basically the very root of the whole pack, it was what was expected from us.. But he taught me differently, and perhaps I was always more casual since I was more close with him than I was with her.. However, I missed every single part of home.. Her saying that I was supposed to be more ladylike, her perfect buns and all the parties she threw whenever she found the excuse.. I missed just laying my head on her shoulder while we watched a movie, exhausted from a training my dad made us go through, but still laughing with a butterbeer beside us.. When she pulled me into a tight hug, it all came crashing through me like a wave that made me feel pressure in my head from how happy I felt seeing her. "Thank God, Lana," I could hear her voice shake as we pulled away and Marco was quick to tap me over the shoulder slightly, but I couldn't help but wrap my hands around him too.. Even though I contacted with him more than I did with Jack, I still missed everything about him.. The sarcastic jokes, or the fact that him and I fought the most whenever he tried convincing me that if we race through the woods, he was going to beat me.. I always beat his ass.. "You had us dying worried. Where were you?" My mother's voice was starting to screech as she pressed her hand over my back and lead me towards the living room. When I heard her say that, I knew that firstly, my brothers didn't betray me by telling mom and dad that they had contact with me.. I glanced at Marco mouthing out a small 'thank you', but he just nodded his head in return.. Then it also assured me that the attackers from last night had nothing to do with my family, because if my father was involved in this, like I said, I would've been dragged out of that house that same second..