In the past

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Stiles POV

It was the day after my mom was in the hospital. Caroline had agreed to stay behind and stay at the house with me.

Caroline had twin girls but they are currently with their father. He lives in California so every two months they switch homes. She says it isn't very hard because the girls are only three. Their father left them and didn't talk to Caroline for a year. He decided he wanted to be apart of their lives after a year. At first she ignored him but then she decided to give him a chance. She met Stefan on her way to work. He asked her to have coffee with him that afternoon. She has loved him ever since.

"I'm happy after all your pain you met Stefan. You deserve to be happy." She smile and turned to the coffee machine and started making coffee.

"Thank you. I'm very happy you got your mothers appreciativeness, and not your father's arrogance. I have a feeling you got a little bit of the sarcasm though," she smirked.

"I definitely got his sarcasm. It's my only defense." I smiled about thinking how many times my sarcasm has saved me from awkward situations.

We heard a knock on the door and Stefan and Enzo walked in.
"Bon and Damon are still with Elena. She's doing great she just loss a lot of blood," Enzo said.

Stefan messed up my hair and walked over to Caroline and pecked her on the cheek. "How have you two been?"

"Stef, you have a amazing nephew. He is not arrogant like your brother. I love him already," I tried to hold back my laughter but I was unsuccessful.

"Ouch, you can't hate my brother. He's to fragile."
"Nothing about your brother is fragile! Don't kid yourself."
"Your right he's a total dick. No offense stiles."
"None taken. What did my dad do to piss you off?"
"He was better at everything." "Oh, so he was a show off then too!" Stefan laughed.
"Yep, always a show off."

Stefan told me about his and Damon childhood. He told me about how their father despised my dad. He told me how my dad protect him from their abusive father. He told me about how their mother died from cancer when they were young. He told me everything that made my father the person he was, and honestly he doesn't reflect what he's been through.

Damon POV

Elena is asleep in a hospital room. She is only person in fucking existence who could cut themselves that deep with a butter knife. Not a cutting knife a butter knife. She was a clumsy girl so it wasn't to out of the blue.

When I was seventeen I was in a hospital like this one. My mother had lung cancer. She was supposed to have another week. She wasn't supposed to die so soon. She had seven more days. Stefan had only turned twelve a month before she died. We were sitting in the corner of the hospital room, Stefan was asleep his head in my lap. I heard this loud beep and nurses rushed in. They grabbed us and shoved us out of the room. I kneeled down and have Stefan a hug and I didn't let go till a nurse came out of the room. "I'm sorry, your mother has passed." Stefan had a break down. He couldn't control his emotions. Are father didn't bother to see us after she died it was just me and Stefan.

When stiles was born I was determined to make sure he would never feel the way I did. He won't lose or be hurt by Elena and I.

Allison POV

Some one was tormenting me. First it was a text saying your next. Then it was a note saying your next. Then it was blood on my bed saying your next.

Isaac came over and I almost knocked him out with a baseball bat.
"Alli, what's wrong with you! You haven't talked to anyone in days now this!"
"Someone is tormenting me! I don't know what to do!"
"Why don't you tell your dad?"
"He's always drunk. He doesn't listen to me. Kate..... Kate it's Kate she's doing this!"
"What? You mean you have caught her! Alli, you let a psycho path go. You didn't think that she might be killing innocent people?" Isaac said in a matter-of-a-fact voice.
"I had other problems! I don't appreciate your tone by the way."

Me and Isaac spent the next couple of hours to try to find out it she had committed any murders. She had committed twenty-seven murders. All of which we believe were supernatural creatures. They all had a pale complexion and red eyes. She was killing her species.

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