Blaire's POV
                   It had been four days, Les Miserables was closing tonight, and mum, dad, and my siblings were still missing. I was backstage, preparing for the first scene I was in of the final performance, when Travis came up.

     "Hey. You ready?" I forced a smile, and he kissed my cheek.
      "Yeah, I'm ready. What about you?" He smiled, taking my hand.
      "I'm ready. And that's good. Hey, do you want to come to my place after?" I shook my head, my smile fading a bit.
      "No, I've got to go back to my grandparents house after. The police still aren't having any luck." He nodded, and gently squeezed my hand.
      "I'll be praying for you guys, okay? And let me know if you guys need anything." I smiled slightly, and let go, moving to where I needed to be.
      "Thanks." I mouthed, and he smiled back, moving back out of the way. I took a deep breath, looking down and closing my eyes. I moved into place with the rest of the girls, and as the music swelled and the curtain opened, we all froze where we were, looking up, and we started singing.

      "At the end of the say you're another day older...And that's all you can say for the life of the poor......." The rest of the performance passed without incident, and nobody messed up any lines. There was just one thing bothering me, and that was the guy in the front row taking pictures of me, and whispering to the guy next to me and pointing at me. I ignored it, though, thinking it was just a talent scout that didn't say anything about coming. We finished the performance, and I headed back to my little room, changing out of the white dress I was in. I headed out, but when I got to Mimi and poppa's car.....They weren't there. There was a note on the windshield, and one window was shattered.

       Go ahead and call the police, Blaire Bear. Isn't that what your 'Mimi' used to call you? You call the police, we'll know. And if you call the police, we'll kill one of your family members. But we'll be nice. We'll let you pick who dies. It would be a shame if you had to let your 'Poppa' die after he cheated death last time we were around. Of course, I don't think you'd mind if a sibling died. Your parents, however.....That would be a shame. We'll be seeing you a little bit later, Miss Olds.
            Sincerely,
                     A couple old friends

            I dropped to my knees, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut and gotten the wind knocked out of me. They had my parents, siblings, and grandparents. Travis came up behind me, holding something behind his back.

      "Hey. What's wrong?" I shook my head, forcing a smile.
     "Nothing. Someone vandalized the car, and I'm waiting for my ride." I said, sending a quick text to my aunt Crystal, who immediately responded with an 'Ok'. He smiled slightly, pulling a rose out from behind his back.

      "And here is a rose for the most beautiful actress in the play." I smiled, taking the rose from him.
      "Thank you. I'll see you Monday?" I asked, smiling sweetly, and he took my hand, kissing it.
       "Monday it is." He smiled, and then turned to walk away, and I heard him say something quietly.
      "Or maybe a little bit sooner." I shrugged it off, thinking he meant a date. I never found out, though. As soon as I turned around, staring up at the starry sky, I heard footsteps.

       "Travis, if you're trying to scare me, it isn't goi-" I was cut off by a hand closing over my mouth, and then a damp rag was put over my nose. It had a sickly-sweet smell to it, and I felt my consciousness fading. The person almost felt a little familiar, but I didn't know why. Then, everything went black.