It seems as if everything was in slow motion. My heart beating was slow, my breathing was slow, my movement was slow. I see her crossed arms lift off of her chest and grip on the edge of the coffin. Tears fill my eyes and I look across at Miles who pushes Peyton and walks towards me. From the force of his push, Peyton tumbles into Evan and I gasp at Miles trying to grab me. I slide away from his fingers brushing my neck and I race towards the door. John moves aside for me to escape but someone grabs onto my arm and I exhale loudly. Miles slams me against the kitchen counter and my lower back pangs in pain. My body is towering over the counter while his body is pressed up against mine. His cold hand is gripping onto my fire skin and he inhales my scent, the wound on my neck is fresh and still wet. His warm tongue runs along my chest, lapping up my blood. I squeeze my eyes shut while biting my bottom lip in fright. "I should just finish you." Miles growls, his breath smelling like rusty blood. His eyes bore into mine when I open them again. They are pitch black and all I see is darkness. "You pathetic bitch." John charges towards Miles and knocks him off of me. I grab onto the counter for balance and Evan races out of the hidden room. John climbs on top of Miles and is holding onto a black metal pan. He lifts it over his head and slams it down onto Miles face. I cringe at the view, blood running out of Mile's nose. John slams it down again until Miles grips onto his wrists and stops him mid-air. He hisses, his eyes black and his sharp teeth in place. John's eyes widen and Miles pushes him off of him and John flies across the kitchen. He hits the wall and falls with the pan collapsing besides him. Miles gets up with blood covering his face and he was ready to pounce on John but Evan grabs his shoulder and stops him. "Truce Miles. A truce." He reminds him and Miles stares at him with hatred before going back in his normal form. He shakes Evan's hand off his shoulder and proceeds to the secret room where everyone else is in. Chandler walks out with his eyes staring at the ground. Next was Peyton and my grandfather with Phillip following along. Miles stands besides Phillip while they stare at the weak vampires with so much power in their stance. I quietly stare at my father walking out while holding hands with the woman who is suppose to be my mother. Her hair is long and straight with those bright colored eyes. She would have been beautiful but half of her face is covered in dark red blood. Her eyes are wide and looking around in surprise. Staring at my father and mother now I see that I'm related to them. That I'm their child. I look like both of them in a mix. It's weird yet disgusting in having parents who don't care in the world about me. My mother looks at me and her lips slightly part. Her dress is stained in blood and she's walking barefoot. She looks like an angel of death. Something like that... She doesn't say a word to me but approach me slowly with my father at her side. I swallow loudly in fright and I flinch when she presses her cold fingers against my cheek. It's as if the world revolved around us because everyone was silently watching. John was still knocked out from being thrown across the room and the demons and vampires weren't attacking. "My child, Adeline." She whispers, her voice angel like and beautiful like a melody. I close my eyes and hum back as a response. "So much pain your heart follows everyday. End it already and you'll be happy." Her words rush through my ears and into my brain, her fingers warm at the touch. It felt like I was floating on clouds and I sigh at the feeling. "Come with us and end it." Her voice sounds like velvet. My hand slowly raises to hers and I hold onto it. "Mom." I mutter while heavily breathing. I still keep my eyes closed because keeping them closed makes me feel safer. Safer with a demonic vampire. Suddenly the bond between us breaks like shattered glass and I gasp, letting go of her hand. My eyes snap open and Peyton is gripping onto her neck firmly. "The truce didn't come with taking over her emotions." He growls and my father grits his teeth and pries his hand off of my mother's. I take a step back with shock, my mind following back to normal. My demonic vampire mother was controlling me by my emotions. Making me agree that it's okay to go with them to let do what the hell they wanted to do with me. Evan grabs onto me and smothers me in his embrace. Peyton stands in front of us in protection against my parents. Silence fogs the room heavily and I felt like I was going to faint. "That truce isn't going to heal the hatred we have between." My mother speaks and her words now pierce like sharp daggers against my chest. I look up at them while they both turn and walk towards the front door. Miles and Phillip follow along like lost puppies and suddenly they vanish with fast speed. Peyton sighs and brings his head down in defeat. Chandler looks at me and I stare ahead of the secret room with the empty coffin. Blood stained on the outside of it, glazing over the beautiful redwood. I exhale loudly and I fall into Evan's chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. He keeps me up against him and I start to cry not being able to help the tears roll down my cheeks. I'm embarrassed to cry in front of everyone so I bury my face into his chest. I have never been this broken and I don't think anyone or anything can repair me. ~~~~~