Look Into My Eyes Ch.10

She is about to be 16. This is the beginning of the time skip. I may do a small flash back of her time away if you like let me know.

Six years have passed since the night I lost my family. I don't remember much of it, but what I do remember haunts me, and will likely haunt me for so long as I live.

I remember blood. So much blood. Some, my own, that dripped from the wound on my head a bit even from my hand that held a deep cut in it, but most of the blood came from the lifeless bodies on the floor. I wanted to cry. They were gone, really and truly gone. They may not have been the best people in the world, but they had been my family. I only got one look before darkness befell my eyes, but it was all I need. And then I was told I slept for days. If you could truly call it sleep. I had such a fever that they did not think I would live.

Even after my body made a full recovery, my mind still seemed lost. I could hear the worry in the voices of the vampires that had seemed to have taken me in, but I couldn't bring myself to care. One day Rebekah seemed to have had it, and said that she was going to take me somewhere, and help me become myself again. Whoever that was.

That led to the trip she and I had been on for the last six years. We had spent most of it in London, as, Elijah had wanted me to go to the best schools when I was away. We did take a trip to Rome, but we were there for less then a day before Nik found out and told Rebekah to take me back. But now we are no our way home. Back to New Orleans. Just in time for my 16th birthday.

I am both happy and sad to be back in New Orleans. I'm happy because I have not seen Elijah and Nik since I left (they are very busy men you know). The sadness, however, came in the form of yet one more birthday without my family.

Coming back to the compound was hard, but I pushed through. I didn't want to worry Rebekah; she was like a mother hen when she was worried. Right now, however, she is in party mode. She is just dying to make my 16th birthday party the best New Orleans has ever seen.

POV:Nik

The last six years had been hectic. Settling down the witches, after not only killing some of there own, but also taking one of there daughters from them had not gone over well. In fact, for three of those six years, I had even feared war would once again break out. But it seemed that they had finely chosen a different path, but it was not much better. They had a list of demands. All of them about the limitations on them and there magic. I had let Elijah take care of that as it was not my strong suit.

As the years passed a worry grew in me. At first I thought it for my self, but as time went on I came to find that it was not me I worried for. But who? It wasn't until Rebekah had taken Rose from her safe home in London that I grew to understand that the fear was for her. Rose. And it only grew as time went on. I soon grew to hate this fear. It made me feel weak. And I would not be weak.

Finding out that she was coming back filled me with even more fear. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew something was not right, but I had no idea what it was. So I brushed it aside and worked on the guest list for this party that Rebekah wanted to have.