"I'm so sick of people who think they can rule the world." Kora said, sitting at the kitchen table, poking at the leftover chicken tenders Becker got on his way home.

Becker nodded. "Me too Kora, that's why we'll stop him." Becker put his hand on Kora's and she pulled away, glaring at him.

"You don't know what it's like to have your child ripped out from under you." She glared, her eyes finding hatred for everyone in the room.

Who could blame her? Zali meant everything to her. That was her daughter, her prodigy, her continuation after Kora kicked the bucket.

Becker shook his head respectfully slow, understanding that she was in a lot of pain. He was like that, understanding. So different from all other supernaturals. "You're right, I don't. I don't know what's it's like. But I see how you are, and I know deep in my heart that I will do everything I can to get her, them, back. You just have to stay back from this and put it in my hands, there's nothing you can do now."

Kora slapped Becker so hard his head turned sharply, red blossomed on his face in the shape of a hand. Becker pulled his own hand to his cheek and his eyes welled with tears.

I took a threatening step forward but Uncle Kasp grabbed my shoulder, holding me back. I looked to him pleadingly and he shook his head slowly, his eyes downcast.

"STAY BACK!?" Kora screamed in his face, mocking him. Her blonde bob was shaking along with her head, the anger running through her body. "That is my CHILD!" Becker's face was sullen and sad, no hatred, just disappointment. "You can't even find Fiona and Moira. I bet you're not even trying."

He licked his lips. "Go get me a map." He ordered.

My father left the room quickly, setting his mug on the table. The room was heavy in silence until he came back, a world map in his hands.

"Knife." Kasp pulled his dagger out of his sheath and then thought better of it, it was Lotus poisoned.

"Take my knife. You can heal Lotus, can't you?" Kora didn't ask nicely, she was daring him to reject her offer.

Becker grabbed her dagger and sliced the tip of his finger, letting three drops of blood fall into a group on the map. His hand healed almost instantaneously, leaving a small white scar.

He held his hands up over the map, his palms down. He looked up and took a deep breath. He was nervous, shaking.

"Trahentium sanguinem; inveniet Zali." He repeated this three or four times, I had stopped counting, too entranced by the blood moving on the map.

Becker stopped his charade and looked down at the map. The blood drops moved around the map wildly, never stopping in one place. Suddenly, it flew off the table and hit Becker's face.

Becker nodded. "At least it didn't go in my mouth that time." He said, blinking. He turned to Kora, wiping his face. "These last few days have been the first times I've never been able to locate someone. I'm trying I really. Am."

She looked at the map with anger. "Use my blood." She said, sliding her dagger across her palm, letting a large amount of blood bleed into the map.

Becker rolled his eyes but did it anyways. This time, he tried a different spell.

"Audite me, veteres, ego impetu tu ut auxilium me invenio Zali." Becker leaned back and fell to his knees, screaming the words at the tops of his lungs as the blood shot in a tornado around the map.

The house groaned and the dishes rattled, it was like a train was on top of us, using the roof as a track. Something crashed and I realized dad's mug had fallen off the counter.

"Becker stop!" Kasparov yelled, but it wasn't heard over the roaring in our ears. I had to read his lips to even understand what he said.

Becker's eyes went black and his body rose from the ground, he wasn't the chocolate haired boy I was used to. His khakis didn't seem to fit this angry personality, and his white scarf seemed to be tightening around his neck.

Kasparov tried to rip the map off of the table, but he was thrown back, hurled into the wall. Dad pulled Becker but there was no point, Becker was too far gone.

The room went quiet suddenly, the blood sitting on the map in a circle the size of the map itself, giving us no clues.

Becker fell to the floor in a crumpled way, his eyes closed and his floppy hair was a mess.

The lights popped and I couldn't help the scream that fled my mouth, remembrance of my nightmare.

"It's okay." Kasper brought me into a hug, his form much taller than mine and being able to completely cover me. "Nothing will happen to you."

"Becker..." A female voice whisped through the room like the wind, traveling and soft. "Baby-boy don't do that. You know you can't control them, us."

Becker's asleep form on the floor whined out, calling out an inaudible word.

"What you're looking for cannot be found, he's hiding them" The voice was like sugar, ever flowing and sweet. "Promise me, you won't try to control us again. They won't be so merciful next time."

Becker cried and I almost jumped out of Kaspar's arms to run to him, but he held me back.

All the candles in the room lit brightly, the flames so hot they were white.

"We're waiting for you, my little angel." The voice was gone and replaced with a woman in an old white sleeping gown. She walked to Becker and pulled a chair to him. He floated into it like a ghost, elegantly. She kissed his forehead and tried to brush his hair back, but her fingers slipped right through it.

The lady turned and winked at me and Kas, a slight smirk on her face. It was the same as Becker's harmless and childish smirk.

Becker took a startling deep breath, his face shadowed but visible. "Mom!" He yelled, his chest rising and falling too quick. "I'm sorry mom." He sucked in a deep breath to try and calm himself. He looked to Kora, tears running down his face from his warm chocolate brown eyes. "I'm so sorry. I tried."

She took a slow step to him. "Did you just try and... order the Salem Of The Old Witches like... compel them?"

He nodded slowly. "They get mad every time." He whispered. "And bad things happen every time. But sometimes it works." She wrapped her arms around him and he hugged her back. "And when it doesn't... mom comes and scolds me. But I love it every time. Despite the pain."

My heart broke and I looked up at Kaspar who had a distressed look on his own face.

"Are you okay, uncle Kasp?" I asked.

He shook his head, letting me go. He was almost whining, but I knew better. "I want Zachariah here." He shuttered through his next breath. "I want Felix alive." He licked his lips as he looked down at the ground. "I wish my daughter was here, preferably not still mad over all the bullshit I put her through."

Becker perked up, a smile forming as tears ran down his face. "Where is she?" He asked.

Uncle Kasp shrugged halfheartedly. "She could be anywhere. Fuck if I knew." He walked away in the dark, the shadows almost following him like the souls he tormented and left in the dark to die. He walked up the stairs and I heard a door slam.

My dad wiped his eyes and looked at me. "Dallas, Everly. I swear if something happens to you... I'm done. I quit."

I made a panicked look to Dallas who met the same horror I did. "What do you mean quit?"

He sniffled. "I'll have nothing to live for." He walked off, walking up stairs and I heard the second door slam.

Dawns. Always so dramatic. Always have to leave with a memorable exit.

Becker stood and walked over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "It has been... a long night. We should all go to bed." He said and pulled me up the stairs.

I didn't really fight his path, but I was curious to why he was dragging me up stairs. When we came to my bedroom he walked in and shut the door silently.

He ran a hand through his too long hair and faced me with a broken smile. "You know where Constance is, don't you?" He accused.

I shook my head. "No, why? She goes where she pleases." It sounded casual, truthful, all mighty and right.

Becker nodded and grabbed my favorite snow globe off my dresser, looking at it. "This is a nice snow globe." He said offhandedly.

I nodded slowly, cautiously. "Yes... yes it is."

He dropped it on the ground and covered his mouth with one hand. "Whoops?" I gasped and glared at him, watching the water from my snow globe move around the floor, the glass shattered everywhere. "So... tell me where Constance is."

Becker vs Constance... who did I fear more? Easy answer. "I don't know." I said, lying with conviction.

He nodded. "Okay okay. So... you're lying to me now?" He wasn't rudely remarking it, he wasn't being mean, he was taunting me.

I shook my head. "No! And you broke my snow globe."

He scoffed. "I'll break all of them. Where's Connie?"

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Running around with Arlis and Chleo again."

He smiled. "I know, she called me." He faced his palm at my snow globe. "Redintegro ut." It floated up and fixed itself, all the water and glitter perfectly fallen back in. "She told me to torture you, see how far you'd go before you gave up the info."

Of course she did, it's such a Constance thing to do. "Tell her it took you an hour and a half." I said, winking. "I don't need a fist fight with her."

He chuckled, a happy sound that made me think of the old Peter Pan tail that fairies were born from a baby's first laugh. "I'll tell her it took two plus a hundred dollars."

I nodded, bringing him into a hug. "Thanks, Beck. For being here." It was nice having him around again.

He scrunched up his face and rubbed my head, messing up my hair. "Anything for my family." He kissed my cheek and popped his knuckles. "Now, if anyone asks, I found Constance and I'm hanging out with her."

"But that's the truth?" I said and he flashed me a toothy grin, his teeth pearly white and straight.

He winked at me, reminding me so much of his ghostly mom that visited. He didn't look anything like Konrad, lucky for him. "Exactly. I hate lies. Be safe Little Sun."

He evaporated in thin air, leaving no trace that he was in my room behind.

Little Sun was the nickname I was granted by Becker Reinheart himself. Fiona was Biggest Sun, Dallas was Big Sun, I was Little Sun, and Zach was Littlest Sun. They were cheesy and we all hated them, but in a world without cheesy and silly there were no laughs. And Becker was full of laughs.

***

I woke up too late in the evening. It was eight thirty and the household was a wreck when I walked downstairs.

Kora was all packed up, ready to head back home to "kill as many things" as she could, or so she put it.

Noah was still depressed and upset over everything, but I could tell he was putting on a brave face. He wanted to help, but there was nothing he could do.

Dallas was asleep on the couch in the living room, Zach's pillow under his head and a shotgun on the floor next to him.

Uncle Kasp was sitting at the kitchen table, his eyes on the door. I don't think he slept a single second, and I couldn't blame him.

My dad was asleep with his face in his hands sitting criss cross applesauce in front of the back door which was still blasted open.

All the glass from the exploded bulbs had been picked up, but the broken furniture was still on the ground. The bodies were gone, no clue where they went, but I didn't care. The blood was still proof they were there at all, we needed that cleaned or it would stain the hardwood flooring.

Kora took a seat next to Uncle Kasp, sighing softly. "I was thinking... is it Konrad?"

Uncle Kasp ignored her, his eyes still glued to the door. She nodded, understanding, and walked away.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you kiddo." She ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead.

I shook my head and gave her a small hug, she wasn't one for hugs so it was a little awkward, but we managed. "It's okay. I understand."

Sunlight bleached through the house, but it was even more depressing than the dark. The sun kept shining light on us, reminding us that there was brightness in the world. But that the brightness, the good things, would never come to us. It was a taunt, a tease. A joke. At least the dark didn't lie to us.

"Tell Becker I'm sorry too." She cringed up. "I know he's not as bad as everyone says he is, especially considering I saw him cry, but he's still scary."

I gave out a half heart laugh. "I will."

"And Kasp... get some sleep." She waved goodbye, grabbed her trunks, and walked out the door.

Noah stopped and said his goodbyes before leaving too, shutting the door softly behind him like even that movement would break the already broken things in the house.

Kasp didn't move.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked him.

He bit his lip, debating whether or not to tell me. He looked at me and I saw how red his eyes were, how drained he was. "Since Constance left." He moved his eyes down and then back to the door. "If it is Konrad, than he'll go after her first, and Becker, and... that's where she is, isn't she? Arlis."

I shrugged. "I don't know."

I gave him his answer, he knew I was lying. He'd always know. He didn't seem mad though, which shocked me to my core. He just closed his eyes and relaxed. "And Becker is there now too I assume." The sun hit his face in the perfect way, making his eyes seem like glowing orbs. "Rather her with them then fighting Konrad on her own, even I can't deny that they're a power team."

I took a seat next to him, watching Kora leave through the big window next to the kitchen table. "Can I ask you something, Uncle Kasp?"

He looked lazily to me, all his 500 and something years catching up to him in this moment.

He nodded. "Go for it."

"Would you have let her die?" I wanted to know. I needed to know. Maybe he regretted it, and I was wrong about not telling my family. Maybe I could. Maybe this could work. Colin's parents were accepting.

He knew exactly what I was talking about. I saw his eyes water and his teeth clatter. "I hate myself everyday for the answer to that question. Back then, with how angry I was... yes. I would have let her die." He paused to purse his lips and think over his next words carefully. "I was watching. She doesn't tell anyone that... but I was watching." He gulped and gripped the table, the table bending and molding under his grip. "I owe Arlis for saving her. I owe Becker for saving her. But to answer your question, yeah... I would have watched the light leave her eyes." He looked back to me, ashamed but not as much as he should be. "I love Constance. I love Becker. I love you and Dallas. My brother who I hate but would kill for, die for, deep deep down I love him. And your mother? I love her like she's my sister by blood. But if any of you did what she did? I'd probably treat it the same way."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, breaking his eye contact. "How? How could you do that to family?" It was accusatory and rude the way I asked it, disgust not hidden, but I didn't care.

He twiddled his thumbs, looking out the window. "Because I'm not a good person. Because I'm old fashioned. Because any death I give will be more merciful than what the Supernatural courts have to offer. Do you know what they would have done to Constance if she hadn't of redeemed herself?"

I shook my head, never hearing his point of view on the subject of him chaining Connie to a tree and leaving her to the Hunteds.

"Death by a thousand cuts." He blinked his eyes. "And they would've tried it with Becker too but... everyone is too scared to fuck with him. Shoot, even I'm scared of what my son can do sometimes."

I turned to him wildly and, thinking I heard him wrong, questioned him immediately.

He chuckled. "Yeah... why do you think Konrad hates me so much? His wife slept with me. It was fifty fifty that Becker either became a witch or a Hunter."

I laughed lowly, amazed and suddenly feeling special. "Do they know?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah... Konrad killed my wife. I thought Connie deserved to know why. Becker is the reason she's dead, if it weren't for Becker, Konrad would have never gone after Connie's mom." He pushes his chair back, giving me a devilish glare. "You will tell no one else of this. Nobody knows but Becker and Constance, and whoever they told which probably only includes Alpha Arlis."

I nodded, holding yet another secret in my head. I was awfully bad at keeping secrets, yet I had so many.

Uncle Kasp left without another word, straight out the door. I didn't know where he went, I didn't ask.

I just quietly made breakfast, ate, and droned on through the day, waiting for Colin to text. Lord knows I won't be the first to text.

***

His name came on my phone, his ringtone was the bland IPhone marimba that I dedicated to people I didn't care about in my phone. I'd have to change his ringtone, give him a song. Something special. I scoffed to myself, this boy will be the death of me.

I answered the phone, he was crying on the other end, no words, no sentence fragments, just crying.

I looked to the stairs, the couch where Dallas was asleep still, and the sleeping sitting-up position of my father. I'd take them if I had too, but I had to leave.

"I'll be there." I said sternly into the phone, rushing to leave. I just needed to make sure he was okay. He had to be okay. Both of us couldn't be broken.

I ripped a piece of paper from the fridge off and turned it over.

I'll be back whenever, I'm going to go find Zach
-Everly

It was a lie but whatever. I left the note on the table and got in my car, starting it up and driving twenty miles over the limit, not wasting any time to get to Colin's house. Something was wrong, and in the back of my head, I think I already knew what it was.