That night, Grace thought over what Max said. Surviving.
'Does it really have to be like this?', She thought hugging her kness tight, 'Did I do a mistake by comeing here?'.
She stared at the metal door, her mind in many places, 'I am not that special right?, because i'm the reason why my parents are dead'
Giving it a thought, if they wanted to kill her they would have already. And that girl earlier, she wanted to kill her but why? She haven't seen her before but the look in her eyes....
"Thinking about me?", A familiar voice brought her back. Those blue strange eyes staring at her it felt like it was taking her life force.
"You", Grace muttered staring back.. It was weird.
Amy frowned when Grace stares were becoming to much. She narrowed her eyes taking a step closer to the bed.
"357?"
Again with that number.
"My name isn't....."
"Like it or not that's what you are and that's what you will be. Why are you still refusing it? It should be your greatest gift... Not something to reject"
Grace sighed looking away, "I have to reject".
Amy rasie a eyebrow in question, "You are too young to understand".
Huh?
Grace found that comment confusing and insulting. By looking at this girl in front of her she is older than her.
"What do you want?".
Amy smiled slowing revealing her dimples, "Come with me", She said.
This time Grace looked at the door only to find out it was open, her eyes widened. But it was locked... She personally heard the door click shut. Then how?.
Amy patiently waited for her. Her mind running a series of theories, Grace doesn't act like a Anti-being, her mind is too broken to process things about herself, by now a Anti-being would have tried to brake the door to escape. If Grace is not what she's expecting there is no need to try to brake her the more right?.
"And why should I trust you?".
"Like really? I am trying to show around and you're here seeking trust? How pitiful. The only people you are allowed to trust is your family and your family is the people you see here. Is that understood?".
"I don't trust".
"Me either. But I want to know more about you... And maybe see you as a sister or maybe just a friend".
Amy got tired of talking, she turned around ready walk away.
"Wait!!".
"You should try to think faster than that Grace. I'm not a patient kind of person", She looked over her shoulder, "I hate people who are slow".
Grace immediately got down from the bed, "What your name?".
Amy crossed her arms and smirked, "Amy", She answered her eyes glowing making Grace step back a little, "Not everyone says my name and lives" She warned, "So be careful the way you use it".
"Okay... I'm...."
"I already know who you are, Grace Donald", Amy didn't say anything else as she walked with Grace following behind.
As they walked in silence, many questions started to pile up in Grace's head. The first question is why does her eyes glow and why does she has this kind of aura that makes her shiver.
"This was once your Parents home", Amy broke the silence, "Before they left".
"They never told me anything about their past".
"Why would they? You are too young to be honest. You wouldn't have understood then but their death really changed you didn't it?"
Grace felt hurt at first, her heart broke hearing the low key insult.
"Do you have feeling?", Grace asked, "Have you ever felt love from your family?".
Amy halted, "I don't know my parents. I don't know what the look like or how they sound. All I know is this is my home and I won't abandon it".
"Won't you try to find them?".
"Listen to me 357... I choose my path. And even if my parents were alive.. I will personally slit their throat and bury them in the ocean".
Grace swallow her saliva in fear, "You've killed someone?".
Amy didn't respond but kept on walking while Grace followed her slowly keeping her distance. She became afraid of making a noise. Amy somehow underestimate Grace... She has this annoying question that makes her want to snap her neck.
"Don't asked any questions", She said annoyed
"Okay", Grace replied.
***
Damon's office
"You have to understand Henry. You have control yes. But you don't have full control".
A elegant woman dressed in red sat on the office table with a glass of red wine, her slender leg exposed.
"You know what you have to do... Why aren't you doing it?", She asked.
Damon looked at her, his eyes scanning her body, "She is my niece".
"So?"
"I can't kill her now, the council knows she is alive", He scoffed, "All this years, I have waited... Now when the Slayerd attacked Kate naturally I thought it was over... But now her daughter is alive and walking".
The woman dropped the glass and walked towards him settling herself on his laps, "Why did you then bring her here?".
"The council"
The woman smirked, "You hate them so much don't you?".
Damon caress the woman's cheek, "Why are you here Jessica?".
Jessica began to unbotten his shirt revealing his toned skin underneath, "Do you know how much I miss you? How much I want you inside me?".
She kissed his neck and sucked hard imprinting her lipstick, "I need you".
Bored, Damon grabbed her hair forcing her to look at him, "I am not in the mood for s*x".
"But why are you pushing me away?", She yelled.
"I'm not. You are too close to my comfort, you disgust me when I look at you...".
"Because I'm not Kate", She cut him off as her voice breaking, "She is dead now... But she lives on in your heart. What does she have that I don't!!".
"Mind your words", He hissed in anger, "Talk bad about her and I will kill you before you even blink", He warn pushing her away from him, "You can never be like Kate... NEVER!".