I woke up on Colin's silk sheets. I didn't remember walking to the bed, but I didn't really care. Colin probably brought me here.

"Morning dear." He said, kissing my temple and crawling out of bed. I watched him change his shirt, tugging on a plain black one over his back muscles. With a view like this, I could deal with the terrible pet name.

I smirked when he caught me looking. "You didn't think I wouldn't look, did you?" I asked, smiling slightly.

He shook his head. "Heavens no, I was hoping you looked." He took off his jeans and I looked him up and down, no regrets, no shame.

I sat up and threw my feet over the side of the bed, but I got light headed and had to sit down, my head hammering with a migraine. I don't get migraines, so what the hell, head?

"Careful, Eve." Colin walked to me and raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay, I didn't drink that much did I?"

My hand immediately went up to my neck and I shrugged, finally remembering what happened last night.

One kiss led to another kiss, and that other kiss led to him marking me again, and then... then I probably just past out like last time.

I felt the two little bumps that would heal before I went home. Hopefully.

"By the way, I put your phone on the charger." Colin said, somehow holding a plate of pancakes. Where'd he get pancakes? "Oh and my mom made breakfast. I grabbed us a plate when you were checking out my bite."

I looked to the side of me and noticed a plate of pancakes, butter and syrup on them in the perfect amount. "How'd you know I liked syrup?" I asked, picking up the pancakes and taking a delicious bite.

"Because I like syrup." He responded, running and swooping me up into his arms bridal style.

I laughed as he spun us around, finally stopping to set me back on the bed. "Someone's in a good mood." I giggled as he leaned over me, his bright smile warming up every cold part about me.

He nodded. "My Dad is going to talk to Kasparov today. He thinks he has a lead but... it's really hard to enter Witch Coven territory."

I tilted my head, pursing my lips. "Witch Coven?"

He nodded. "Yup, over in Quebec, something about them having stole children the first time." He was happier, a lot happier. "And Konrad hasn't even risen yet, so they should all still be alive, right?" He asked.

No. There could still be some that have died. And Konrad isn't going to go about doing this the same way he did all those years ago. I almost tell him this but... I can't wipe his smile away. "Well yeah, only reason they have them is for Konrad."

Colin slumped, frowning. "You don't think they're alright?" He asked.

Stupid Vampire feeling other people's feelings. I made an iffy face and shrugged lightly. "I mean... it's probably just me being a negative Nancy. I don't get what I want very often so I learned to never get my hopes up." And that was the general honest truth.

The more I thought about it, the more I denied every happy thing that came my way. Everything except Colin.

He poked the tip of my nose. "Smile, dear, frowning doesn't suit you well." I smiled over his use of dear, both giving in to my feelings and his wishes.

"Does that mean you're coming to my house?" I asked, thinking about a family get together built on lies and disrespected trust.

He nods. "I already told my dad about the whole 'too scared to kill each other thing'"

"And what did he say?" I ask, kissing the corner of his eyebrow.

"That I'm an idiot." He shrugs. "That that was perhaps the stupidest thing I've ever done. I mean he's right, but it's not like I'm going to tell him that."

I widen my eyes. "If your an idiot for that than what am I? Because I've done stupider things than that."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah? Like what?" He asks, taking another bite of his pancakes.

I scratch my shoulder and stand up, walking to him and looping my arms around his neck. "I once tried to run away because mom didn't have the cereal I wanted."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him and chuckling. "But you were a kid then."

I looked up and hummed. "That was last year. I tried to track down Becker and see if I could live with him. We have the same kind of favorite cereal."

He kissed my forehead and walked forward slowly, pushing me with his steps. "Mmm, and what's that?" He asked, pushing me into the bed and leaning over me.

"Raisin Bran." I watched as his face contorted into disgust. "But only with sugar." I added, as he smirked. God his smirk killed me in a good way.

His hand ran up my thigh and hip, stopping at my side. He held it tightly as he brought his other hand to my face. His thumb traced my lower lip.

"You know what I want to eat?" He brought his face close to mine, and I felt my knees go weak but... there was no contact. "THESE PANCAKES! Because they are so delicious!" "Hey Dad, WHY DIDN'T YOU KNOCK!?" He backed away and grabbed his plate of pancakes.

Clay narrowed his eyes. "Because your door was open." He turned to me and smiled softly. "Everly, you should get going home. Colin, Alex, and I will be there in half an hour. I'll keep your little charade up, but Kasparov and your father will find out eventually, they have an eternity to figure it out."

I take another bite of the best pancakes I've ever ate and kiss Colin's cheek, handing him the plate.

"Thanks for breakfast, it was amazing, save me some left overs." I laughed, waving goodbye to Clay as I past him.

***

My house was normally clean. My mom was this major clean freak, but right now? I was wondering if a tornado had gone through it.

"You guys still haven't picked up all the broken furniture?" I asked, running to the stove and turning the flame down on the rice on the stove, Dallas didn't know how to cook.

Uncle Kasp struggled into the room, his eyes red and tired. "Your hair is black." He noted and I raised an eyebrow.

"You haven't gotten any sleep, have you?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Your shirt is black too." He stated.

I looked around the kitchen for some sign that he was on some witchy drugs, but there was nothing to prove my statement. "Uh... yeah? Why is that relevant?"

"Oh, I thought we were stating the OBVIOUS!" He yelled and I jumped, taking a step back.

I looked around the house for Dallas but he didn't seem to be home. He's at work. I thought to myself. Where's Dad? And if Dallas wasn't cooking the rice, than apparently Uncle Kasp couldn't cook either.

"I just— the house is a wreck." I said, pointing to the broken windows. The sink was filled with dishes and the living room had clothes on the floor. Nobody ever cleaned up the blood either.

He nodded angrily. "Yes, Everly, I see that. I have eyes, but that's also quite obvious. Do you want to know what else is obvious!?" He asked and I gulped.

"It's day time?" I offered and his face matched that of a sunset, red.

He took a step forward. "That you were gone all night! Wanna hear something that's not obvious to me!?"

I looked down, refusing to meet his eyes. I didn't dare say anything.

"Where the hell you were." He said it slowly, drawing the sentence across his lips.

I knew he was asking where I was in his own way, and I'm sure he thought I was going to tell him. I wasn't. He could yell, scream, punish me all he wanted... I'd never talk.

"Where's my dad? And Dallas." I asked instead.

He shrugged. "Out looking for you." He answered quickly.

"Why aren't you out there?" I blinked my eyes and looked up.

He seemed to calm down. "Because if you leave the house and die, that's on you. You're not my problem. Whatever dumb decisions you make, whatever consequences you have, I'm not going to help you. For all I care, you could die."

I wasn't even upset by his words. No, they didn't make me want to cry. They didn't hurt me or my pride, I've always known he was cruel. But they did make me angry, because what type of family was he?

"How dare you walk in my house, my family's house, and say that to my face!" I yell, but he kept walking away. "Maybe Constance's mom caught a lucky break in dying, she doesn't have to deal with you and your fucked up personality."

On that he turned. He turned slowly and when I saw his eyes I knew I said the wrong thing. But why stop there?

"You don't treat Becker like a son. You couldn't care less about your own daughter. And the rest of us are just acquaintances. What would your wife have been? Another person you could cheat on?" I snarled and suddenly he was in my face, his hand going for my throat.

But it never made it there, it stopped before it reached it. Dad was there, holding Kasparov back.

"Don't you touch my daughter Kasparov." My Dad pushed Kasparov back.

Kasp shot me and my dad a disgusting look. "I am—"

"Get out of my house." My Dad interrupted and Kasp took a startled step back.

He looked my dad up and down. "I will not. Times are bad right now an–"

"Get. The hell. Out of my. House." My dad went to push Kasparov once again but the doorbell rang.

My dad halted his attack and his expression went neutral. He straightened up and nodded at Kasparov, walking to the door.

Kasp sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I didn't mean to say that." He turned and walked away.

Most wouldn't be so forgiving. Nobody would have even come close to thinking that that was an adequate apology, but in Kasparov terms... that was the closest thing to an apology that he's probably ever uttered.

And I guess in the end... I was kind of being a child. I left and didn't come back. He was worried because people are going missing. I insulted him. He was bound to insult back.

I walked to the door and winked at Clay who entered in, his hand clutching Alex's. He was wearing a grey suit and a gold Rolex on his wrist.

Kasparov rolled his eyes. "Must you vampires always show off?" He asked.

Dallas came forward and shook their hands. "It's good to have you here, Mr and Mrs. Gold." He said respectfully.

Kasparov scoffed. "No it's not."

A low chuckle filled the room, and Colin stepped in, a grey suit like his father's on him. His eyes shown with a devil-may-care attitude and his mouth quirked up at the side. Oh Jesus help me.

"Everly Dawn." Colin said cockily, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall. "Since I have the chance to ask, do you still have my flower?" He asked, and I had a hard time taking him seriously.

If we were alone I'd take him very seriously. Him and his suit that made me want to keep it on as well as take it off. But in front of my parents? No, I found it too hard.

I looked at the fireplace and nodded, a yellow flower still sitting brightly on the top. I wasn't sure why it never died, it was picked from outside. But I never questioned it.

"Of course." I said, holding my chin up.

Kasparov glared at Colin, and then faced me and my father. He went to say something, an insult of some sort probably, but my dad elbowed him.

"I'm here for one purpose and one purpose only. I need into the Quebec Witch's Coven, and you have the means." Clay walked past my dad and Kasp, pondering into the living room and standing in the middle of the messy room.

My dad followed him in, Kasp on his heels. Alex winked at me and followed the men.

"Nice uh... nice place you have here." Colin said, a small smile on his face. "Bloody, but nice."

I shrugged. "My family's hardcore."

He gave me a pointed look, widening his eyes. "I can tell. Your coffee table isn't even a table anymore." He sounded serious but I knew him well enough to understand the humor in his voice.

I nodded seriously, furrowing my brows. "Oh yeah. I'm pretty sure Kora flipped someone on it. I don't know where the bodies are, but that blood isn't ours."

Colin licked his lips. "Oh I know. Because I know what yours smells like."

I walked into the living room and joined the conversation, listening to the ideas being thrown back and forth.

For a simple, stupid, moment, I allowed myself to think that maybe our families could get along. That maybe... maybe me and Colin could be more open. But... that was just another twisted idea that should be in Grimm's Fairy Tales.

"Clay you have no brain, no common sense. Even if I tell them to let you in, there is nothing that ensures your safety in Quebec. Those witches are liars with a French accent and a nice body." Kasp seethed. "You still haven't even told me what tipped you off about them."

Clay shrugged, cracking his knuckles. "Now who has no brain."

I cleared my throat and everybody turned to me. I was expecting them not to notice and me to have to yell for their attention. I was startled that they gave me a chance to speak. "Quebec took the kids the first time Konrad tried to rise to power, correct?"

My dad nodded, shaking a finger in my direction. "She's right, they did. But that doesn't mean that they are doing it again."

I wasn't expecting this much tension in the room. And yet, here it is, the crushing weight of words unsaid. The adults would shoot each other looks that didn't quite fit the conversation, or they'd show emotions that didn't match their speech.

"I have more than just that." Clay rolled his eyes. "But I wouldn't dare tell you."

Kasparov tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "And I wouldn't dare help you." He smirked, yet his gaze was still murderous.

My dad walked a circle around Clay, looking him up and down. "We need information and you need access. So give us what we need and we'll give you what you need, Hunted."

Clay clenched his fists and tilted his head in multiple directions, fangs protruding from his upper gums. "There was a time where we were close, Terrance. What happened?"

My dad flipped out a dagger, the handle held tightly in his hand. "You know what happened."

I raised my hand lightly. "I don't know what happened." I said, but nobody but Colin seemed to notice.

Kasparov had his dagger drawn too, a triple digit number engraved into his blade. The number of how many supernaturals he's killed, it changes every time he succeeds in a Hunt.

"Can't we get past that? Giving me the information will be helping both of us. I'll get the kids back and you don't have to ruin your special family name by attacking the Quebec Witches." He took a threatening step forward.

My dad was barely taller than Clay, but his height didn't seem to bother Clay anyways. "You're forgetting something," My Dad said. "And I know you don't forget things, so that means you're lying somewhere in your story."

Clay looked appalled. His eyes widened and his shoulders were hitched. "Oh really!?"

I looked to Colin who was tense, ready to defend his father if need be. I had one leg towards my father to defend him if I needed to. I prayed neither of us had too, that the adults would settle themselves before blades were thrown and teeth were bloodied.

"None of those witches are stronger than Becker. Not even all of them combined. The Quebec Witches are sad excuses of witches at all. If they could hide the kids through magic, then that means Konrad has already risen and the kids are dead anyways. THEREFOR, they're not there. You know this because we have had almost this exact conversation before, it's how we knew Konrad's plans the first time. So please, Clay, enlighten me on why we should trust you once again! Only to be screwed over!" My Dad stomped his leg and yelled, his voice raising so loud I'm sure the neighbors heard him. "What is your actual plan!?"

Clay looked like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes wide and looking for an exit, but not being able to find one. Alex backed up and grabbed Colin's hand, he held it tightly.

"To find my daughter. I will not rest until she is home. I am thinking of everything, even if the possibility is impossible I'm still checking. Right now, even if they're not in Quebec, I know those witches would be in partnership with anyone trying to raise Konrad. So DO NOT tell me that I have any plans other than finding my daughter. If you won't help then so be it, I'll kidnap Arlis's mate and force him to help m—"

My dad pushed Clay against the wall, the blade over his throat. "Do you know the punishment for touching a werewolves mate!? When Arlis turns on you and eats you alive slowly, I will laugh. I didn't even know he had a mate, but I know Arlis, and I know he's a scary strong werewolf. I'll get you into Quebec, but I'm going with you." My dad leaned back and popped his neck. "Dallas, you wanna go to Quebec?"

Dallas perked up at the sound of his name. "Heck Yeah, I wanna go to— Wait... what about Everly?"

My dad turned and glared at me. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind staying here alone. Not like she'd stay if someone was watching her anyways."

I nodded. "No... no I probably wouldn't."

Kasparov narrowed his eyes at my dad. "You can't leave her alone."

My dad shoved a finger in his direction. "You can't control your own daughter, don't try to control mine. I am fully trusting in her capabilities to take care of herself."

"I'm sure you said that about Fiona." Kasp witted back, shaking his head and walking away, running a hand through his bright blonde hair. The front door slammed shut as he left.

My dad just sighed, not having the energy or care to say anything back. His entire facade tumbled down in a single breath, suddenly he wasn't intimidating and everything about him went against the Dawn image.

His eyes weren't bright and I could see the stress. They say that stress as a Supernatural lets you age more and more each time you get stressed. Maybe that's why I can sometimes see the age in Dad or Kasp.

"Clay. Me, you, Felix, and Kasp. We used to be close, and I'm sorry I let you become a monster. I'm sorry that we hate each other. Can I trust you? Can I trust Alex?" My dad's eyes watered and I could tell he was resenting every word, but it had to be said.

Clay set a hand on my dad's shoulder. "I don't blame you. What happened... happened and I'm sorry I did that to you. If I could take it back, I would."

My dad nodded. "Do you think..." he turned to Alex. "Can you just... check in on Everly?"

I sighed and shook my head. If only he knew.

Alex looked to me and nodded. "She can stay at our house if you like, I think I owe your family to much to say no."

My dad walked to me and held my hand. "Please don't fight with me. Just stay at their house. I can't... I can't lose you too." He kissed my hand and brushed my hair behind my ear. "Eve, I know you're upset about your mom, and Fi, and Zach... but please—"

"I won't leave if I go stay with them." My Dad was shocked at my sincerity, unknowing why I would stay and not leave.

He closed his eyes in relief and kissed my forehead.

"Ready for a long and tense drive, Dal?" My Dad stretched up and gave a polite nod to the Golds.

Dallas nodded. "Sure." He replied and that was that.

My dad was trusting the Golds.