A/N: I was going to update this earlier, but I wasn't sure if the Internet, which was weak at the time because of the storm, could handle it. Turned out it really couldn't. So, this was what was going to be Friday's daily update. Enjoy!
~Burdon~

What's she doing here?! And why is she looking at me like that? If she betrayed me, then I swear that she will never hear the end of it.
"Can you escape?" I tested my bounds and shook my head, no. "You can come in now," said Ava to someone hiding. Tenter came walking in.
No! This can't be happening! I thought, fear and horror taking their hold on me.
"Hello, Burdon, remember me?" rhetorically asked Tenter in a smug kind of way.
How can I not? After all you tortured me for like six months and the rest of the island for eight months! I thought that, but didn't say it.
"Do you know that this kind of cage is for?" asked Tenter, still not looking for a answer.
No. But I have a feeling you're going to tell me.
"It's for... well, specifically for torturing werewolves," explained Tenter.
You got to be kidding me! Tenter actually sunk this low?! Man, he's a terrible uncle.
"But before I do that, there's someone here to talk to you," said Tenter and he left the room.
"You serious had to go off and lie to me, to everyone?" yelled Ava. I closed my eyes, imaging I'm in a better place. "Don't ignore me! Tell me why you thought you could deceive everyone!"
"I was only trying to help," I muttered.
Ava scoffed. "Sure you were!"
"And this is why I didn't want to tell you, you'll basically start think everything I say is wrong."
"How dare you even think that!"
Because it always happens like that.
"Tell me why you thought you could deceive everyone!" demanded Ava.
I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.
"Tell me!" yelled Ava, shaking the cage. While shaking the cage also shook the chains, that were around my wrists, shook also.
"Ava, please stop it!" I begged.
"Why should I?"
"Because you're hurting me." Ava, noticeably, rolled her eyes as if she didn't care about the pain she was causing me. I grind my teeth against the pain in my wrist. Ava kept on shaking the cage, which shook the chains and skinned my wrists. I closed my eyes, trying to picture myself in a better place.
"Just tell me already!" yelled Ava. The chain, holding the cage up, suddenly snapped. The cage landed on the ground with a loud THUD! Even though she had betrayed me, I still hoped it didn't land on Ava. The door to the cage suddenly opened up and Ava was standing outside of the cage, seemingly alright.
"Are you alright-" I didn't even get to finish before Ava punched me in the gut. She unhooked my chain from the cage and told me to follow her. As if I had a choice to follow her or not. She lead me down a few tunnels, a few twists, and turns. Finally after a few turns she lead me to a room and inside a room. There was a person standing in the front. The person was standing in front of a map, looking, obviously, what's on the map. When the person turned I saw that it was... someone I didn't know.
The person-who-I-didn't-know grabbed the chain from Ava, pulled me towards that person. The person was a female in what looked like her forties, but she most likely not even close to being in her forties.
She pressed down on my left shoulder-the one Malhaw's mother bitten me on and where Malhaw sucked the venom out. I gave a little gasp. She pressed down hard on that shoulder. Black dots and red dots were beginning to cross my vision.
She was a vampire-a day-vampire to exact. She smelled familiar and yet I swore I never saw her before.
I refuse to kneel. I wouldn't let my legs betray me and have them kneeling. The day-vampire woman slapped me, hard. I started at her straight in the eye-which means I am more dominant than you are. She slapped me again, harder this time. I still looked at her straight in the eye. She-instinctually-lower her eyes for like a second than brought them back up. That was enough to prove that I am more alpha than her.
Suddenly everything went black and I collapsed. Before I collapsed I realized the scent to Ava was all wrong-Ava didn't smell like that at all-someone was trying to pretend to be Ava. But I couldn't figure out who before I collapsed and fell unconscious.
When I came to I felt someone combing their fingers through my hair.
Seriously with the combing through my hair? I hate with people do that, I thought, angrily. I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Næm's face.
"Hi, remember me?" questioned Næm, even though she knew the answer.
"How could I not?" I snapped.
She continued to comb her fingers through my hair.
"Stop that!" I ordered. Næm immediately stopped. I noticed that I was lying on the floor with my head in Næm's lap. "Why did you pretend to be Ava?" Næm looked shocked that I knew that she was trying to act as Ava would.
Næm shrugged and mumbled a 'I don't know.'
I went to sit up, but I couldn't move; I could only move my head and neck.
"Is he awake?" asked a female-presumably the other female vampire.
"He is," replied Næm.
"Good. You may leave," ordered the female vampire. Næm took my head off her lap, placed it on the floor and left. I saw the female vampire sat down next to me and put my head on her lap. She started combing her fingers through my hair.
"Stop that!"
She slapped me. "Be quiet!" hissed the female vampire. She kept on combing her fingers through my hair for some odd reason. Every time I told her to stop doing that she would slap me and tell me to be quiet. After a half an hour so, the female vamipre said, "Malhaw used to like it when I did this to him, I thought you might like it also."
Suddenly I knew who it was and the thought filled me with dread. "You're Malhaw's mother, aren't you?" She nodded. I thought back to the day when my Father told me about Malhaw's mother.

My Father reached into his shirt and pulls out a locket. Don't see that on men a lot. He shows me a picture of them and other people. Malhaw, who looks younger in the picture, was not clear in the picture, which is expected since he's half day-vampire. "Those two are Malhaw's half-sisters," explained my Father, pointing to the two young women who looks older than Malhaw-but who knew, Malhaw might be the older one.
"Who are they; how old are they?" I asked.
"They're both eighty six years old, but in the picture they're seven," explained my Father. "Even though that's younger than Malhaw by nine years; they look older in the picture only because of Malhaw being half vampire."
I looked at the photo again, and asked, "Who is she?" I asked, pointing to one of the females. "Who's the mother?"
"Actually there is two in the photo, but you can't see the other one. The one by Priyoisi and Rosea-yours and Malhaw's half-sisters-is their mother, Aussa. The one who's supposed to be behind Malhaw is Maisha, his.... mother."
"Father, don't talk about my mother, please," complained Malhaw.
Why doesn't he want to talk about his mother? Was it because she's a day-vampire-a full day-vampire? I wondered. "Why not talk about your mother, Malhaw?" I asked, curious.
"Well, you and my mother do not have a good history together. Not at all," said Malhaw, shaking his head, as if ashamed because of it.
"Really?" I asked, surprised. The topic of Malhaw's mother was usually 'out of discussion.' Especially around me; like everything else. So I wanted every juicy bit. I've been left in the shadows far too long.
"Sadly, yes," said my Father, rather sadly.
"What happened?" I asked. Father and Malhaw looked at each other and sighed. Then Father's head went up, then back down.
"Well, that cover one part," said Malhaw. "That you don't remember what happened."
"It's a good thing that he doesn't remember what happened, Malhaw."
"I'll say; I wish I could forget that day when it happened."
Right now it feels like I'm an actor in a play and I forgot my lines. But, everyone else knows theirs. I feel that confused right now. "Okay. Please, someone, tell me what you two are talking about."
Malhaw complained to my Father, saying he didn't want Father to tell me. Instead of agreeing with Malhaw, my Father sighed and said, "Well. Uhh.. How do I start...? Well... when you were born, Maisha, Malhaw's mother, was jealous of you. She was jealous-and angry-because she thought her, also known as our son, was the rightful heir to the throne. She probably thought if she kills you, she can get her son in the throne. But it didn't go exactly as she planned. Hint: you're still alive."
"How old was I when it happened?"
"You were just a baby at the time," explained, surprisingly, Malhaw.
"So, how did she almost kill me?" I asked.
"She bit you."
"Wait. Did she attempt to bite, or did she actually bit me?" I asked.
"She actually bit you," said Malhaw in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Then, how am I still alive today? Shouldn't I be dead?"
"Well," said Malhaw, as if he found something funny about the situation. "You wouldn't be dead exactly-just your human side would be a day-vampire, and your werewolf side would be a wolf. Ha-ha, you would have been a blood sucking wolf!"
"Well, you're already a blood sucking werewolf."
"Actually, I'm a tomato juice drinker werewolf, I don't drink blood."

I didn't think much about it at that time, but now I think about it, maybe I should've. "What do you want?"
"Oh nothing, expect for my son to become King of the werewolves of Anjustlia."
Oh no, she's going to kill me!
"At first I was going to kill you. But I changed my mind and decided to bite you instead, then Malhaw would came around and stopped the venom from changing you. So you are still alive only because I made that mistake."
She's definitely going to kill me!
"Now that there's no one to interfere, I can do it right now," said Maisha, leaning towards me-specifically my neck. Maisha suddenly stood back up. "I also could bite you again, but then Malhaw could suddenly appear and take the venom out of you." I was suddenly all dizzy and felt nauseous so much it felt like I was going to vomit right then and there.
Images were flashing before my eyes. I could barely make the images out. Suddenly the images appeared.

"Shh," my Mother shushed me, as I rocked in her arms, trying to calm me down as I cried. "It's okay. Everything is alright."
She walked around, pacing, the somewhat small cottage in the woods, while I wailed on.
"Hush," she told me softly. But I could hardly hear her over my screaming.
But in front me my Mother heard, surprising over my bawling, some wolves howling to the moon. My Mother sighed. What she was sighing about, I had no clue!
With me still wailing my head off, she had me lay my head on her shoulders, and she started singing.

"Hush now, my sweet child.
Sleep, and I will watch over you.
No harm will come to you while I am here to guard you.
So, hush now.
Sleep, and listen to this lullaby."

Her singing voice calms me, my crying halted, but I still whined nonetheless. I did feel sleepy though.

"Shut your eyes, and rest.
Do not fear; don't be afraid.
I will protect you while you sleep.
Now, shh...
Close your eyes and sleep..."

As soon as she said, 'close your eyes' I my eyes fell shut, shutting my mouth. And she kept on singing for a few more minutes before setting me down in my crib. She pulled my royal blue blanket, from inside of my crib, gently over me. I felt a light kiss on my forehead, then pushing my brown hair out of the way.
She walked away from me and into her rocking chair, and sat down. And rocked back and forth.
Back.
And.
Forth.
Back.
And.
Forth.
The familiar noise calmed me into sleep.

"Just relax, Evlât. It will be over soon, I promise," soothed my Father, as best as he could when he's a psychopath.
But I was not soothed-in fact I was anything but calm. Most of it was due to the fact that my arm felt like someone dipped it in tar, then covered it with feathers, and someone try to rip it off. Also, my extremity was like it was rolled in broken glass. And drenched in gasoline and set on fire. To say that I was screaming in pain, would be an understatement, because I was yelling my lungs out.
"It will be over soon," lied my Father, somehow over my screaming. And he stroke my hair gently-just like he used to, before he turned crazy, that is; and now that hand only brings pain.
I jerked my head away from his hands, not wanting to be touched by him. Especially not by him. Anyone but him.
"Evlât, I would listen to your Father," said Euri, trying to calm me down. "He knows what's best."
"Stop!" I yelled, flopping around in the chair, like a fish a fish out of water. "Just stop!"
"Stop what?" asked Euri, teasingly, with that smug smile of hers. All the while, mocking me while I lay in this stupid torture chair!
"Just stop it, please!" I begged, actually begged. I swear that I hardly ever do that, if ever. And aren't I tougher than that? I thought I was, but I guess not.
Instead of halting of the torturing, Euri responded with, "Everything will be alright. You won't have to worry about anything anymore."
How she said it sent off the warning bells in my head. "Whaa-"
She pressed her finger to my mouth, slushing me. "Shh! There will be none of that now. And... remember you don't have to worry about anything anymore."
Without another word, both the psychopath and Euri exited the completely white room, leaving me to my misery.

I cried, awaking from my dream. My Mother picked me from the beautifully carved cradle-most of the designs were of wolves, some howling and were looking to the side, moons of all shapes and sizes, and things like that- and started to cradle me in her arms.
"It's okay, Ecoè," she said. "No one will hurt you."
I started singing, my Mother was always gifted at that.

"Lullaby, lullaby, my little one.
Lullaby, my child so dear.
Thy precious life has just begun;
Thy mother holds thee near.
While-"

"I take him from you," broke in a female voice.
With me in her arms, she whirled around to face a extremely pale woman with black hair. "Who are you?" my Mother demanded.
"Someone who's going to take that little brat off your hands," boasted the Woman with a bit of a smirk-both in her tone and smile.
"No, I won't let you take him!" Mother shouted, turning around, holding me, protectively.
"Too bad, so sad," mocked the Woman. With superhuman speed the Woman shoved my Mother aside, grabbed me, and ran out the door within a split second. I couldn't even register that she took me until I realized I was in her arms.

∞ ∞ ∞

"Excuse me, but have you seen-" The woman turned around as the man was talking and he stopped mid-sentence when he saw who it was.
"How nice to see you again," said the Woman, smugly.
"You!" the Man bellowed, venomously, glaring-actually an understatement, and putting it nicely; in fact, the death glare would be 'putting it nicely'-at the Woman.
The snow is falling down on me at the moment, the smell of pine was getting to me, but I ignored it-all I wanted was my Mother.
"Me what?" Either genuinely confused, or, just making fun of me; probably both. She's not very smart.
"Where's my son?" he demanded.
"Somewhere," taunted the Woman, looking up at the sky, daydreaming-or night-dreaming, which was more appropriate.
"He's behind you isn't he." A statement. They saw a flash of my tiny body behind her as she night-dreamed.
"See for yourself," said the Woman, gesturing behind her. Then the Woman ran away, like the coward she is.
"She has bitten him!" the Man yelled in horror.
The Man looked like he was on the verge on collapsing onto his knees when his son assured him by saying, "I can get it out of him."
He looked up at he son; hopeful again. His son bent down besides me, his fangs flashed and before I could crawl away from the scary man he pressed his mouth onto my shoulder, sucking out the venom.
Coming behind his son, the Man placed his hand on his son's shoulder, "Come on, let's get him back inside before it gets too cold." His son nodded. He took me away from his son, cradling me in his arms.
They hurried back to the house, while trying to keep me Son warm. Which wasn't easy, considering it was late December, and the middle of winter, while it's snowing and windy-luckily it isn't rainy.
And as soon as I thought that, I felt a drop. And another and another.
I stand corrected.
"Come on," the Man told his son. "We better hurry." his Son just nodded his head as we ran back to the house.
When we came in view of the house, we saw it was in flames. Covered in flames, in fact.
But where was Mother? Where is she? I want my Mother!
Suddenly the Man started running to the house. "Hold my Son while I'll go find Stella," he ordered without even thinking about it, running towards the burning house.

∞ ∞ ∞

The Man's yelled, "Father, wait!" But he was already gone. The Man already went back to the flaming house.
I heard someone coming up from behind the Son, he whirled around, the wind blowing wildly around us-probably becoming a blizzard.
"Hello, son," sassed the Woman, smirkingly.
"Hello, Mother," responded the Son, coldly. "Why are you doing this?"
"So you can get your rightful place on the werewolf throne," stated his Mother in a 'isn't that obvious' tone.
"What if I don't want it." More of a statement than a question.
"Of course you do, I want it, therefore you must want it," said his Mother in a 'of course you're going to do it' tone.
"Just because I'm your son, doesn't mean I want the things that you want." And right then the Man came running out covered in ash and snow.
"Get out of here right now," commanded the Man.
My Mother hissed. "How dare you try to order me around!"
"I can do it whenever, and I'll keep on doing it! Now leave!" boomed the Man. Surprisingly, she ran away.

∞ ∞ ∞

"Where's your wife?" asked the Son.
"Not now."
The Son apologized, "Oh, sorry."
He looked down and I saw me. "Let me see him." His son, gently, handed me to him.
"What do we do now?" asked the Son as soon as the Man was holding me.
How about taking me to my Mother? I want my Mother!
The Man was about to answer him when I started to cry. I want my Mother!
"What do we do now? Sing him a lullaby?" asked the Son.
"Good idea, know any lullabies I can sing?"
"Mary's lullaby? The one that his mother sings to him?"
"You want me to sing Mary's lullaby?"
His son paused for a second then he said, "Oh, never mind."
He tried cradling me, but it didn't work. Mostly it is because I wanted my Mother!
"Quick get me a towel and some food." His son got them and he fed me until I was full-I fought him at first; my Mother usually feeds me and I want my Mother, but towards the end I gave in and allowed him to feed me.
"Are we going back home?" inquired the Son.
"Yes, it's our only option right now," said the Man. "Come on, we need to get some supplies."
"Who are we getting them from?"
"Someone named Hastings, a good friend of mine," replied the Man.

∞ ∞ ∞

After a few days of being with the Man and his son we arrived at the Friend's home-it's on the beach, next to the edge of the ocean.
The Man knocked on the door. "Hastings, it's me, open up," he yelled through the wood.
The door opened up. "Is that you?" asked the Friend, surprised.
"Yes, it's me."
"What do you need?"
"Supplies," he put plainly.
"I can give you what you need."
"Thank you so much."
"You're welcome."
After we got all the supplies we need we headed on home.

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Question(s) of the chapter:
What do you, as readers and critics(if you want to be), think is happening? What do you think is going on? Why was there a Evlât vison in a Ecoè vision? Leave in the comments below. Hehehe. I'm not revealing anything.

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