My eyes slowly flicker open, feeling the cold, hard concrete on my bare arms. My arms shake as I push myself up into a sitting position, the only light comes from directly above me but the rest of the room is dark.

My hand reaches up to my neck where Ethan jabbed me, it still feels a bit sore but I'm sure it'll be okay soon. I glance up at the light above me and wince at the harsh white light, where am I?

I slowly push myself to my feet, almost falling a few times. I stand on shaky legs, walk towards what is hopefully a wall, once I reach one I keep my hands on the wall and walk around the room, looking for a door of some kind.

Soon the concrete wall becomes metal, I feel all around the door and find the handle. I try opening the door, tugging on it, twisting it, pushing, pulling but it doesn't budge. Dammit. I step back from the door and psych myself up, I take a deep breath and run at the door with all my strength.

I slam into the door and go flying backwards, I huff and glared at the door, this is going to be harder than I thought. I jump to my feet and back up more, preparing myself again to run into the door, hopefully getting it to break.

My body makes contact with the metal and I fall backwards, this time my head ringing a bit. I keep trying again and again but the door refuses to move, I'm sure I've bruised up my arm by this point. I'm about to run at the door again but it swings open and the outside light blinds me.

I fall onto the ground, trying to shield my eyes from the blinding light. Soon the light is gone and I look over at the door, this time someone is standing there.

"I see you're awake," Ethan muses to himself, stepping closer to me so he's in the light more.

I glare up at him and go to lunge at him but out of nowhere, restraints are put around my wrists and I'm pulled back against the wall by chains. I try to move but the shackles burn against my wrists and I cry out, dropping to my knees.

"Mhm yeah, I wouldn't try that again," Ethan smiles, his footsteps getting closer, "pure silver isn't very forgiving to your kind."

I take a deep breath, watching as one of my tears splatters onto the floor under me. Ethan's feet appear in my line of sight and I look up at him. He smiles down at me then crouches down to my eye level, smiling and looking very pleased with himself.

I glare at him, jaw clenching as he continues to stare at me. Without warning, I spit in his face and that seems to shake him from his high horse, but what I didn't expect was for him to slap me hard across the face.

I fall sideways onto the concrete, accidentally biting the inside of my cheek. The blood inside my mouth dribbles down my cheek and onto the concrete below, I look up at Ethan who is wiping the spit of his cheek. He crouches down next to me and smiles.

"That wasn't very nice Evangeline," he bites, placing a hand on my head.

His hand suddenly balls into a fist, grabbing a bunch of my hair. He pulls me up by my hair and then slams my head down, I wail out in pain trying to get free of his grip but it only tightens and causes my retraits to burn my wrists more.

He holds me up so he can stare at me. Ethan rolls his lips, contemplating what he's going to do as blood runs down the side of my head and out of my mouth. He takes his other hand and forcefully grabs my chin, making me whimper, and that makes him smile.

"Why?" I whisper, my eyelids heavy and limbs numb.

Ethan lets me go and I drop to the floor, catching myself just before my face smashes into the ground. I push myself up and lean against the wall, my breathing shallow and uneven, Ethan grabs a chair from somewhere in the room and turns it around backwards before sitting down.

It feels like hours he just sits there, staring at me, before he finally speaks. "October 6th, 1995, Friday night. Your mother, or Rosalee as I know her as, caught me sleeping with her best friend. Not my fault really, Jessica was an absolute babe," he chuckles to himself, engrossed in his own story.

"But when I saw her bright red eyes, I knew that something evil lived among us, something supernatural," his face grows dark as he stares at the wall above me.

Wait, I remember seeing that night, in multiple visions. It was the night my mother got her heartbroken for the first time, Ethan did that, makes sense though. Of course, he has to tick all the asshole boxes, including a cheater.

"She moved away after that, I didn't see her until a year later, but during that time I became enformed. I met a man, he told me all I needed to know, that the supernatural was real, and suddenly it all made sense."

Ethan stands from his chair and begins pacing the room, taking his sweet time with his story.

"The man told me he needed me to help execute his plan, to make all supernatural bow to him and then the world. Of course, I agreed, but then-" Ethan snaps to face me- "your stupid parents and friends got him killed, or so they thought."

Ethan strides over to me and crouches right down next to me, glaring at me with so much hate in his eyes I swear I could have burst into flames. "It's not so bad that your stupid father, Aiden, gave me this terrible scar-" he points to his face- "but that I had to drag my younger brother into this, he was three years younger than me and naive."

"And guess what happened to him, Evangeline," Ethan spits, getting closer to me. "Guess!" He screams in my face, making my flinch backwards.

He stands up and stalks across the other side of the room, fuming. "Your mother killed him!" He yells, facing me, hot tears now pouring down his face. "A fourteen-year-old kid! Murdered before he could even experience life! By your bitch of a mother!"

Ethan turns away from me and I can hear him silently sobbing to himself, but is this the reason my parents refused to talk about this time in their life? Because they are the reason a child is dead? That Ethan turned out this way? Impossible...

Ethan then turns back to face me again, a sick smile now playing on his wet face. "And it doesn't end there Evangeline. I got over it eventually, married, had Nathan with my beautiful wife, Marisa, she was like an angel," Ethan sighs to himself.

"Until I found her body being feasted upon by three vampires," he laughs, staring up at the roof.

"So you see Evangeline," Ethan walks over to me and crouches back down in front of me, "I then made it my life's mission to slaughter you all, payback, and I teamed up with an old buddy to help me."

I stare up at him, tears in my eyes as I watch this grown man break before me. And learning that my parents murder a child, it makes me see them in a completely different light now, and I don't think I'll ever be able to look at them the same again.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Ethan smiles sadly, "and for payback, I'm going to hurt what they love."

Ethan brings his hand up to stroke the side of my face, smiling at me, he quickly removes his hand and walks over to the door. He opens it and looks back at me, the restraints suddenly disappear and I rub my burnt wrists.

"Enjoy your snack Evangeline," Ethan says before walking out and closing the door.

What does he mean by 'snack'? Without another moment to think the door flies open and somebody is thrown inside the room before the door slams closed again.

The first thing I can smell is the blood, the person is bleeding heavily. I can hear them panting and sobbing heavily. Oh no...the smell of fresh blood wafts into my nose and causes my stomach to rumble, I don't know how long it's been since I ate but I'm starving.

My fangs slowly drop down and my mouth itches to have the person's flesh between my teeth. I crawl forward slightly then realise what I'm doing and slam my back against the wall, no Evangeline, you promised yourself you would never feed on a person, especially if they are alive.

Come on, it won't hurt, just one bite.

I look back over at the person who is banging on the door to be let out and lick my lips, they do smell nice. I slowly stand to my feet and walk over to them, they don't hear me coming so it takes them by surprise when I grab their ankle and throw them into the middle of the room.

They scream and try to crawl away from me, hold on. I snap out of it and realise that I know this person. "Michael?" I question, looking around confused.

"Evangeline?" He questions, looking at me, just as confused.

Even more of a reason I can't hurt him, I know him. Even though I haven't seen him since that party he's still a friend of Jason's and Derek's, I can't hurt him no matter how hungry I am.

I approach him and he scoots back a bit, trying to get away again. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, Michael," I reassure him, kneeling and finding a way to stop the bleeding.

"Are you sure?" He hesitantly asks and I nod, he visibly relaxes at this.

He moves closer to me and I can see a majority of his bleeding is coming from a giant gash in his side. I rip strips of fabric from his shirt and tie them together to try to form a makeshift bandage. I can feel Michaels eyes cautiously watching me, my stomach isn't exactly hiding the fact of how hungry I am.

I'm fighting back the urge right now to hurt him but the more I fight the weaker I feel myself become. One bite, just one and we will be fine. I close my eyes and look away from his wound to try to regain control of myself.

I take a deep breath and stop breathing so I can cover Michaels wound easily. I take the bandage and place it over the wound, the blood instantly soaks through and I have to work faster. I wrap it around his torso and back to the front, ready to complete another layer.

Instead, my hand accidentally brushes against his wound making Michael wince. The blood gets onto my fingertips and I freeze, I pull my hand away and stare at the blood, bringing it to my nose and mouth I deeply inhale it.

God, this smells so much better than any blood I've had before. I watch Michael's eyes widen as I stick my fingertips in my mouth and lick his blood clean off them, I can already feel a majority of my strength starting to return and smile to myself.

I suck the final finger clean, watching Michael back himself into the wall, but that won't save him. My fangs return and I smile to myself, I crawl forward slowly towards him, and that's the last thing I remember before I blackout.

* * *

I jolt awake, choking on the air. I sit up against the wall and quickly dart my eyes around the room, but I'm all alone, where is Michael? My head starts pounding, I rub it to try to soothe it but when I pull my hand away I almost throw up.

I look down at both my hands which are covered in blood, I then look at my clothes to see they are also covered in blood as well. No...I didn't, did I? I touch my wet mouth area, I pull my hands away and see blood that is still slightly fresh.

A sob escapes my lips as a few tears roll down my face. I killed him, I killed Michael. I'm a monster. More cries pass my lips and soon waterfalls are leaving my eyes and I'm struggling to breathe.

Eventually, my tears stop coming and I can finally breathe properly again. A few moments later the door to my little concrete box opens slowly and somebody walks in. The footsteps approach me but I don't dare look up at them, too ashamed by my actions.

"Evangeline?" The voice whispers.

I look up at the person and see a concerned Nathan standing there. He gasps at the sight of me and crouches down, I try to move away from him but he grabs my hands and removes them from my face.

He silently pulls out a water bottle from a bag he has then a rag. He wets the rag and brings it to my hands, I flinch away from him but he holds my hand and begins gently wiping away the blood.

I watch him, confused at why he's helping me. He says nothing the entire time as he cleans my hands and up my arms, at this point, I've stopped crying completely. He moves onto my other hand and repeats the action, not making eye contact with me while he does.

Once he's done he moves onto cleaning my face, he brings the wet rag to my face and gently starts cleaning my face. I watch him, my mouth ajar, waiting to say something but I can't find the right words, what am I supposed to say to him? Thank you.

Nathan finally looks at me and pauses. "Why?" I ask him. He goes back to cleaning the blood off my face, a small grin on his lips but it's gone as quickly as it came.

"You don't deserve this Evangeline," he whispers, looking at me, "I'm sorry."

He pulls the rag away from my face but doesn't break eye contact. We stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something but they don't. I can see his green eyes searching my face for something but can't seem to find it, he smiles sadly at me, finally breaking eye contact.

Nathan puts the empty bottle and the rag back into the bag and looks back at me. He cups my face with both of his hands, my eyes widen as he places a soft kiss on my forehead. I watch him stand back up and walk over to the door, he hesitates for a few seconds but opens it and walks out, leaving me alone in the room again.

I stare at the door for what feels like hours, waiting for someone to return but nobody does. What had gotten into Nathan though? He's usually a complete dick, well up until his 'death' he was, but now he's different, a bit kinder, still a dick in my mind though.

The door suddenly swings open and light pours in from the outside once again, but it is soon gone when the door slams shut. A man I don't recognise, but recognise at the same time, walks into the light in the middle of the room and I stare up at him.

I hop to my feet to stare at him. He is much taller than I am, probably standing at 6'3 or more, his hair is dark with a dash of grey sprinkled in it, his skin is oddly pale but sickly grey at the same time, he looks old enough to be one of my friends' dads but looks like he hasn't been ageing for years.

His eyes are also very familiar, similar to my dads, the same blue colour. He is also wearing a suit that doesn't look from this time, maybe the 30s'. But his face is so familiar, like I've seen him before or passed him on the streets without realising.

"Hello, Evangeline," he smiles, extending his arms out, but he raises an eyebrow when I don't welcome his greeting.

He pulls up a chair and sits in it the right way, he rests his ankle across his knee and laces his fingers together. He stares at me for a solid five minutes making me uncomfortable under his gaze.

"You look so much like your father Evangeline," he compliments, smiling to himself, "I'm guessing your parents didn't tell you who I am?"

I shake my head and tilt my head to the side, raising one eyebrow. I watch as this man chuckles to himself and rolls his eyes. "Of course they didn't, they thought they killed me," he laughs, this man is a psychopath for sure.

"I'm Tyson Ryder, or as you may now know me as granddad," he announces, standing from his chair.

My mouth falls open as tears come to my eyes. My granddad on my mum's side died in a car crash when mum was a teen, and dad never talked about his side of the family, I just presumed something happened but here he is, in front of me.

But he said that my parents thought they killed him, was he the guy Ethan sided with? Is the only other family I have a psychopath who believes himself above everyone?

"I don't want to know you," I bluntly tell him, taking a step away from him.

His face drops to a scowl and his arms fall to his side, he takes a step forward and backs me into the wall. "Evangeline, I would appreciate it if you gave me a chance, I don't want to resort to extreme measures," he says, eyes growing dark, the room beginning to shake and the light flickering.

I shake my head and push myself as far into the wall as I can, but Tyson has cornered me and I'm stuck. The entire room is shaking and the light is barely on at this point, suddenly, without anything touching me, I shoved to my knees and something is forcing me to look up at him.

"I really don't want to do this to you Evangeline but you've left me no choice," he growls, tightly grabbing my chin.

"Enas."

This sharp pain shoots its way through my head and I scream out in pain, the room shaking violently.

"Èlenchos." "Ypákouos."

I begin to cry violently as my body falls to the ground, I grip my hair tightly as the pain continues, mixed with a loud ringing noise

"Stratiótis."

Tyson kneels down to me and places his hand on my forehead, making me scream and my body convulse as the pain intensifies.

"Dekatreís." "Archaíos."

I beg him to stop but he keeps muttering these words, eyes now completely black and darkness circling his body.

"Exousía."

I scream louder at him, begging him but something holds me down to the ground and I can only thrash about trying to break free.

"Diathíki."

A stronger wind has now picked up inside the room, wiping my hair everywhere but Tyson is completely unphased by this strange wind.

"Ximéroma."

Strange and disorientated voices echo the room, speaking the same words, whispering horrible things as violent images plague my mind.

"Skiá."

Something powerful hits my chest, knocking the wind out of me and it feels like something is being sucked out of me.

"Déka."

My vision suddenly goes black and I can no longer see, but I can still tell I'm screaming out from all the pain, and I can hear Tysons words that seem so familiar.

"Káto."

Suddenly, everything stops moving and goes quiet. I try to move but my body is paralysed, Tyson has stopped speaking completely and I breathe heavily, waiting for something.

"Xechnáme."