The Hunted

Chapter 6

Faith?" Ann, her long lost mother spoke. "Is that really you!? She said as she ran downstairs.

Faiths mind could hardly process what was happening. She knew that she must of gone mad. Right now she pictured herself in a white padded room. She was probably locked away, strapped in a straight jacket making up versions of reality where she could be with her mother. She had one hell of a elaborate mind to make up all of this nonsense. It wasn't until her now teary eyed mother pulled her into a hug that she began to process that this were true. She were here. "Mom?" faith cried into her Ann's sholder. "I know honey," Ann said, rubbing her daughters back soothingly. Faith brought her arms up and rapped them around her mother tightly breathing her in. She had hopped for this moment for so long, and now it were here.

After a few moments Faith pulled away, tears overtaking her face. "We've never stopped wondering what happened to you!" Faith said. Ann's expression saddened at her words. "We" faith and her father, Ann's husband.
"I've been here." She sad sadly.
She then looked over her daughter. The small child she once held in her arms was now a woman. "When did you get so big!?" She questioned, a smile formed on her lips. "You look so much like your father." Ann said as she brushed lose strands of hair behind Faiths ears. "How is he?" She questioned, voice filled with pain. She missed him terribly.

Faith looked at her mother, not sure how to answer the question. How did she expect him to be? The reality was he was coping with her disappearance because he had to, but he was far from ok, they both were. "He's doing good." She answered in a attempt to cheer up her mother. "He's still teaching fencing."

Ann smiled. "Thats good."

"What happened to you?" Faith asked. She sounded much like the little girl who asked her father the same question again, and again.

"Can I just say that I am soooo out of the loop." Clare said in amazement.
Both Ann, and Faith forgot that she was even there. "I'm sorry. This is my daughter" Ann said stepping back from Faith. "You've mentioned her before," Clare said, looking at Faith. "Now it makes sense way she's here." She said to herself.

"Do you remember that night?" Ann asked. "The party?"

Faith couldn't help but laugh. Did she remember Beth's birthday party? The place where her mother went missing? The party that ruined her childhood, not to mention her life?  "Yes." She said.

"I stepped outside to make a call." Ann said. "A young man was on the porch. I didn't think anything of it because he was a child. Fifteen Mabye. But then I got the most horrible feeling, I can't begin to explain it." She said truthfully, reliving the moment as if it were yesterday. Faith understood that feeling completely. The blue eyed man. He had given her the same feeling. "Alex?" Faith asked turning her head towards Clare in realization. She nodded. Yes.

"His eyes glowed, and blue orbs surrounded me. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the woods." She finished.

Faiths head hurt, all of today's events starting to take its toll. She still didn't understand anything, or how any of this was even possible. She stumbled forward before Ann cought her arm. "You need to sit darning." She said as she led her daughter to a near by wooden chair. Clare pulled up two more, and they all took a seat.
"Mom, what's going on? Why am I here? Why are you here? I don't understand."

"I'm so sorry darling. It wasn't supposed to be this way. You were supposed to find out about all of this gradually as you got older. This is all to much to discover at once." Ann spoke. Faith nodded for her to explain. "Your father doesn't know what we are. It's not his fault, I should've told him. I could've prepared him, I just thought I had more time."