Dark dwellers

The Past

Katherine's POV:
After being locked up inside my own room for more than five days, I was least interested in sitting inside.

So, I took to strolling in the castle like a free butterfly, which sure as hell I wasn't.

I descended the staircase to the main hall, sprinting on my toes, two steps at time. I stopped suddenly, my eyes scanning the crowded hall.

Almost all the rostovs were present there. All eyes glued to the big TV screen. What news could have interested the vampires so much?

Deciding that I was interested in it too, I went to join them. As soon as I saw the news I could barely catch my breath.

There on the screen flashed a picture of mine. The news read girl gone missing past few weeks, no sign of her yet.

The news reporter then continued her report and research about me.

"Miss Katherine Morgan, age 18, suddenly went missing. The interesting part of this disappearance is that none of her neighbours or family members saw her being kidnapped. On the other hand her only guardian, her mother had not reported her disappearance till the girls friends actually realised that she was nowhere to be found. The cops are enquiring her mother about it. Here is an interview with Miss. Morgan's family..that is her sister Casey Morgan and her mother."

Now on the screen was my mom and Casey. I moved absentmindedly towards the TV screen, the crowd moved apart giving me way to the front. My fingers grazed the screen, trying to make contact with my loved ones, as hot tears threatened to roll down my eyes.

"Mrs. Morgan we feel really sorry about what bad times your family is going through. Do you have any idea where could your daughter be? Or maybe who could have taken her?"

"I don't know. Maybe she might not have been kidnapped. Maybe she just ran away, or left us."

A look of shock and disbelief crossed the reporters face, and mine as well. Mom had been bad to me always, but I had few hopes, that were ripping into pieces right now.

"Mrs. Morgan we know its hard for you to believe that god can be so harsh sometimes. Sources tell us that you lost your husband few years ago? His death remained a mystery?"

At the mention of my father, moms eyes turned soft, tears sprang up in them.

"Yes that's true. His death shattered our worlds, our family..." She choked on the tears. Quickly wiping them away she gave the reporter a soft smile.

"Well another sensitive disaster with your daughter Katherine happened just after his death. Your husbands boss raped her is it true?" The reporter asked this question really softly.

"Yes." This was all my mom said. Murmurs ran through the crowd that stood behind me, and hushed as quickly as they had started.

"Miss. Casey, do you want to say something to your sister, just in case she might be watching you somewhere?"

Casey opened her mouth twice and shut it. Her lips trembling furiously.

She mustered up all her courage and started speaking, forcing herself not to cry.

"Kate, I miss you. Please if you are watching me right now then just return home. Wherever you are, I promise you, I will bring you back if you don't come back soon." Now the tears were rolling freely down her cheek.

"Kate, the cops are suspecting that you have been murdered. I know you aren't dead. Just give us one hint,any hint, a call, just a hint that you're alive. You can't be..." She broke down into her sorrow and so did I.

"I am alive Casey. Am not dead." I cried touching the screen. My knees threatening to give away.

She continued "you can't be dead kate. I know you won't leave me. You promised me that when dad left us. You promised me when you were raped, that you won't loose hope, ever. You promised to live." The news changed after that, and the TV was turned off.

I took a few steps back, not aware of where I wanted to go. My knees felt weak, my mind felt like damaged, my heart felt like it would burst.

Tears rolled down my eyes. Suddenly I felt like screaming my grief out, and so I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I screamed out my sorrow for my heaven taken dad. I screamed out my grief to be separated from my family. I screamed for the fear that had gripped and tightened around my chest when my dads boss had raped me. I screamed from the frustration and the irritation of bieng touched badly by someone. I screamed for the agony and pain that my heart had been carrying ever since my father died.

I screamed and I cried, thrashing my hands and legs so that the hands that were trying to hold me back, would move away. Then slowly my screams stopped.

I rested my head down on the floor, it felt heavy. I cried, and shifted away from all those hands that were trying to touch me.

"Dad" I sobbed. "I miss you dad. I miss you too casey, and am alive, I told you I wouldn't leave." I sobbed harder into the cold floor.

I was pulled into a hard and warm chest, away from the freezing floor. Clutching the fabric on the chest I cried.

"Mom...I always loved you. But why didn't you love me back? Was I so bad? Was it so hard to love me?" I cried.

My heart beating so hard in my chest that it felt like there was a pressure building on the insides of my chest.

Then slowly I let my eyes open. Not because I wanted to see my surroundings, but because I wanted to go back to the TV screen.

I wanted to see them again. I raised my head from the chest I had been clutching to. I looked directly at Kasper who had been rocking me slowly while I had cried into his shirt.

"I...I want to see them." I scuttled away from them towards the big screen. My hands and eyes glued to the screen. "I want to see them."

"Mom! Casey! Am here. Please take me home." I cried out lou, hitting the TV screen simultaneously with my hands.

Dropping down on my knees again, I cried.

Kasper picked me up. Holding me into his chest he whispered to me, "its alright Kathy. They will take you home. Its alright."

Somehow I wanted to believe him but I couldn't. I felt like I wouldn't see my family again.

Behind kasper I could see faces looking at me with feelings of worry, feeling sorry, and a feeling of guilt.

Scott looked at me with guilt in His eyes. I turned my head away from them. Letting my hands hold kasper tight I tried to drift into a forced slumber, letting all my griefs and sorrows dry down on my cheeks, I drifted into sleep.