***

Dad stayed with me the whole night that night. He was sitting in a chair by my bedside when I woke up that morning. It had made a smile appear on my face. It was nice to have him here again. It didn't matter how mad I was at him, I still needed him whether I admit it or not. Dad had woken up a little later and the two of us were trying something out. Dad had made the suggestion for me to throw him around with my magic because he thought it would release some of the anger I feel. It wasn't working.

Dad let out a deep breath as he got up from the ground, "Do it again," I was turned away from him. I was breathing heavily because of how much energy I was using to do this. I had to grab on to the stairwell, "Harder this time. All of that pain," As if on cue, the whispers started getting louder. I closed my eyes tightly and I just wanted to hit my head against a wall, "That simmering darkness. You need to purge it before it eats you alive."

"Dad!" I yelled at him. I grabbed my head. These whispers were starting to get to much for me at the moment. Dad wasn't really helping because of how he wouldn't stop yelling at me too.

"Give me your anger, Skye!" Dad exclaimed.

I had finally had enough. I whipped around and threw him against a wall. I screamed and screamed until he finally hit the ground. I don't know what I was expecting. I still felt the same way I did before. Both Dad and I were panting heavily. I finally noticed that he had busted his head and it was bleeding. I shook my head and started making my way over to him, "Dad, it's not working, okay? It's not gonna work!"

"You're holding back."

This angered me more than anything. What was he talking about? "I'm holding back? I'm not holding back! If I don't want to feel this way, then I wouldn't be holding back!" I would do anything to stop feeling this way. That clearly meant that I was not going to hold back, "I have tried so hard to get all of this out of my head, but I can't. I don't feel any better and I won't if we continue to do it like this. You aren't the one I want to hurt right now."

There was someone else I wanted to hurt. They hurt my sister, lead her on, kidnapped us, and had a hand in killing our mother. I would give anything to see him dead right now. Hope had been so upset ever since he did what he did to us. She trusted him a lot and he betrayed that trust. No one got to do that to my sister.

Dad furrowed his brow. He slowly started to get up from where he was leaning against the wall. I thought that he would have wanted me to throw him around again, but he just said, "Give me a name."

***

This is the second time I've been down into the dungeon. The first time was with Henry... I still missed him a lot. He wasn't that bad of a guy. It really was a shame what happened to him. Dad had kidnapped Roman and he was standing in front of him. His wrists were locked up and chained to the ceiling. I was certainly going to enjoy whatever I was going o do with him. Roman was unconscious until Dad had thrown a bucket of water on him. He spit out the water and coughed as he looked around.

Roman noticed who was standing in front of him and started freaking out. He should be scared. He struggled against the chains that were keeping him there. Dad stared at the boy with a menacing stare, "Have you decided how you're going to kill him?"

I was leaning against a pillar, "Very, very... Slowly."

"Skye?" Roman called out. He looked around the dungeon until his eyes finally met mine. His eyes widened with relief, "Skye! Hey." He probably thought that I was going to save him... What a stupid thing to think. He basically helped kill my mother, what made him think that he deserved my mercy?

I glanced over to my father, "You don't have to be here, Dad. I'll be fine. I want to be alone for this."

"What?" The relief left Roman's eyes.

I ignored him and spoke to Dad, "This is gonna help me feel better, right?" God, I hoped it did. I couldn't stand feeling like this anymore. I don't know how the others could handle it. It certainly didn't help that I had both of the Hollows inside me. It just made it a whole lot worse. Worse than I thought when I decided to take both of them alone.

Roman looked back to Dad, "What's wrong with her?"

"She has an affliction," Dad circled Roman, "For which your pain is a momentary comfort."

"My pain?" Roman inquired. His voice became more high-pitched at the thought. He moved his gaze from Dad to me. He looked confused. It was like he didn't know what he did to deserve this. I thought it would be very obvious.

I nodded and glared at him, "Oh, yeah. But I want to be alone," I directed the last part to Dad. Dad started saying my name, but I cut him off, "Dad, please just go. If you want to help me then you will do this for me."

Dad hadn't once looked away from Roman. I could feel the bloodlust coming off of him. He was upset too. Who wouldn't be? The mother of his kids was taken away by this boy's mother and he had hurt his other daughter, "Well, I was rather hoping to be part of the show. Well, consider starting small, then. Fingernails, or-or perhaps the tongue. Build the suspense." Dad sent a smile over to me.

Dad started walking out of the dungeon. Roman looked nervously over at me before calling out to Dad, "Hey, hey, wait. You're not actually gonna leave me with her, are you? Hey!" The dungeon door squealed as Dad closed it. I slowly walked over and placed the knife I had on the small table. Roman turned to me almost immediately after Dad left, "I know you won't believe this, but I've been trying to see Hope, okay?"

"You know what? You're right. I don't believe you one bit," I turned to look at him. My arms were crossed over my chest, "I wouldn't even let you see her if you did have the chance." He would only leave her feeling hurt again. I closed my hand into a fist and Roman tensed up. He yelled out in pain.

He panted as the pain left, "I-I swear. My sister, she wanted me to leave the country, but I wouldn't go until I got to talk to her," Blood was pouring from his nose. Instead of saying something, I continued to glare. He thought that this was a sign for him to keep talking, "Look, I-I know. Taking part in your mother's capture and tricking you guys, that was wrong and I know that."

"But you still did it!" I shouted. He said it himself. He knew that it was wrong, but he still did it. He had a chance not to go through with it and he didn't take it, "And you hurt my sister while doing it!" I closed my hand into a fist again and he grunted, "She is so torn up about all of this and it is your family's and your own fault."

I let go and he coughed. His breathing was all over the place, "No, you-you have to understand. For years I've been told to fear you and your sister, every day, every night, stories of what your father did to mine, what you and your kind have done to us."

"My kind? Hope's kind? Really?" I was now pacing back and forth in front of him.

"No, no, no, I like Hope, okay?" It was almost funny how he immediately retracted that statement, "I like Hope, I really do. I just didn't know whether to listen to the voice in my head that said you both were good or my mother's voice that said over and over y-you two and your family..."

"Please continue that sentence. I am dying," He yelled as the pain hit him again, "To know what you say next."

"Evil," Roman stated as I finally stopped. The whispers started to pick up. "And I wasn't strong enough to fight her. And I don't want you or Hope to forgive me. I just want you guys to know that I know what I did was wrong. Okay? So, if you need to, just kill me." Roman's gaze was on the floor.

"Oh, I'm going to," The whispers got louder at just the though of going through with it, "I hope that you burn in hell for what you did to me and my family. You have no idea what you took from me. My mother. My children's grandmother. I loved her so much! She was there for me when my dad wasn't. I looked up to her for all of my life. I always said to myself while I was growing up that if I grow up to be someone then I wanna be like my mother. She was always there for me! She held me whenever I was scared. She made me feel less lonely when Hope wasn't able to be there," There was a time when I had gotten sick and Mom didn't want Hope to catch it so she had Aunt Freya watch Hope. She stayed with me the whole time and made me feel a lot better, "Besides Hope, she was literally my best friend! Her eyes were the first ones I ever really looked into. Do you seriously know what you took from me?"

"I do. Okay, I really do." Roman insisted.

"Oh, are you kidding me?" I laughed, "You are trying to make it seem like you understand?"

"Skye, I lost my mother, too." The nerve of him.

I whipped my head around so fast that I almost got whiplash. Anger was burning inside me and the fire in my eyes was bright, "Are you really equating your mother to mine?" I touched his shoulder this time and I sent waves of pain through his body, "My mother was a hell of a lot better than yours will ever be." His mother was the one who took mine away from me... And he had the audacity to think that their deaths were the same thing. I tossed him away.

"That's-that's not what I meant." Roman stuttered.

"I think you full-heartedly meant that!" I screamed. My throat was starting to get stretchy from how much screaming I was doing today. I walked behind him and levitated the knife into my hand. I held the knife up, ready to stab him. I tried... I really did. The whispers were louder than before. But I couldn't do it. I threw the knife to the ground with a scream. I tossed the table away and it broke.

I grabbed my head as the pain got worse and worse. I was destroying anything that got in my way. My head was pounding and it didn't feel like it was going to stop. "Skye, Skye." Was what brought my out of my thoughts.

"What do you want?" I asked him. My voice was loud and full of annoyance. He had really been getting on my last nerves and the whispers were making me more and more agitated.

"Your arm." Roman gestured to my arm with his head. I gave him a look of confusion before looking down. He was right. There was black veins in my arm. The whispering got worse as I noticed the black veins. I looked from my arm to Roman and then finally walked out of the dungeon.

I had went to find my dad and ask him about the veins. I had run into him not that far from the dungeon. He was probably waiting for me to get done with Roman. I had shown him the veins and now we sat at the table as he inspected them. "Dad, what's happening to me? I-I..." I trailed off as my voice cracked.

"I don't know." Dad replied.

"Is it bad?" I could feel tears start to rise up.

"You need to rid yourself of this darkness." Dad told me.

I really regretted what I was about to do and say... But I had made up my mind, "I've thought about it... And I can't do it. I can't kill him."

"Skye." Dad started.

"A small part of me still wants to, but I know that Hope will be mad at me if I do." I had thought about it on the way to find Dad. Sure, I was more than angry at Roman, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Hope was upset with him, but she would be even more upset if he had died.

"All that power, still merciful," Dad grabbed my hand and squeezed it in comfort, "You clearly didn't get that from my side of the family." He studied the black veins and placed his other hand on my arm.

"Is it really only going to get worse from now on?" I managed to ask.

I didn't get an answer. Elijah had walked into the room and Dad must've heard him. Dad gave me one last look, "Stay here." He touched my hair before getting up and following Elijah out of the room. This just left me alone with my thoughts and the whispers which only seemed to get worse as soon as I was alone.

***

Dad said that this was going to work this time. He, Elijah, Hope, and I all went to the church where Roman's sister and her followers were meeting. I didn't want to do this alone and thankfully I didn't have to. Hope was going to help me. I felt a little guilty about dragging her into this, but she insisted on helping me. I feel like us doing everything for the other was going to get us in trouble one day. Elijah had gone inside first. After waiting for a few minutes, the door burst open with Hope's and my magic.

"What are they doing here?" A man in the front of the crowd asked.

"'The road to redemption is long and winding, but worthy.'" Elijah quoted.

One of the people in the crowd had started running straight at Elijah. I lifted my hand up and he was thrown away. He had broken some glass while he went flying. The other people in the crowd started getting scared.

"You betrayed us." The man from before said.

"We told you what my mother thought." The woman beside Elijah told him. She had long, brown hair and a British accent. This must be Roman's sister that he was talking about.

"And we never said we agreed." Elijah added.

"You can leave them to us now." Dad stated.

Elijah and the woman used their vampire speed to get out of there. Marcel sped into the room and he stopped a little behind us. "I'm going to enjoy this." He said. The man who was talking with Elijah before pushed past all of the people so he could see us.

Dad walked up beside me, "Go on, sweetheart, let it all out."

Hope bumped me with her shoulder and held out her hand. She was offering to do it with me. I hesitantly grabbed her hand. I turned back to the crowd in front of us and took a few steps forward. I took a deep breath. The wind in the room started to pick up as Hope and I started to use our powers. The crowd had tried to back up, but they weren't able to get far. I let out a scream as I held out one of my arms and Hope did the same. A blue light was being sent towards them. Everyone fell to the ground and... They looked dead.

Hope had taken this moment to go talk with Roman while I continued to stare at all the damage we did. I walked around the bodies and looked closely at each of them. Did we kill them? "Are they all dead?" I asked Dad.

"Immortality isn't for everyone," Was Dad's reply, "You should consider what you did an act of public service." I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack. My breathing had picked up. But I...

"Hey, kiddo, you okay?" Marcel inquired. I could hear him walking toward me.

"I, uh..," I trailed off, "I just feel numb," This had been the most peace and quiet I've had in awhile. The whispers had stopped and I wasn't feeling any pain in my head. It was true, I did feel numb. I was going to hate it when the emotions finally hit me. I could faintly hear Dad and Marcel talk, but I was too wrapped up in my thoughts to realize what they were saying. I only came back to my senses when Marcel had left. This was the moment I realized that the black veins were gone. "Are they ever gonna come back? The lines and, and-and the whispers?"

I looked up at Dad for an answer. He was focusing on my arm that no longer had the black veins. "I don't know." He finally met my eyes.

I shook my head, "I really don't want them too," There was a loud clattering coming from upstairs that caught out attention. Dad and I headed to the source of the noise and was met with Declan. He was passed out and leaning against a filing cabinet. There was blood covering one side of his face. My eyes widened, "Oh, my God, Declan. Is he alright? Is he gonna live?"

Dad bent down in front of him, "I'll take care of this. Get out of here."

"But-" I started.

"Now!" He shouted. I stayed for a moment longer before leaving. I stumbled every once in awhile as I made it out of the church. Standing there was Hope. It seemed like she waiting for me. I guess, she was done with her talk with Roman because I didn't see him. Hope had a worried look on her face and she asked me something, but I couldn't comprehend what. I just rushed forward and hugged her tightly.