Chapter 63: Sadness

WARNING EXTREMELY SAD THINGS ABOUT TO OCCUR HERE!

Soft furl's of white light danced through my open window, the curtains fluttering silently as the soft drizzle of rain faded to the background with each passing minute. The mansion was as silent as the grave,no sound,not even from the maids that were usually awake at this time of the night. The others have left to head home hours ago with stiff backs and aching muscles. Orella and the twins had gone straight to bed and Derek was....out. I didn't know where and it made me slight worried, the silence in the house making me even more anxious than I should be. Blinking I tried to focus my attention on the book that I had in my hands, Matrix. Creaking footfall made the silence disperse, I sat up sharply discharging my book and looking to the door.

*Knock* *Knock*

".....Come in!" I shout knowing who it is. Peter's blue eyes stared at me for a few seconds before he stepped inside his guard up as he glanced around before closing the door and walking up to my bed.

"Why is the house so... silent?" He whispers and sat down next to me. Is eyes searched the room, wariness like a disease.

"I really don't know, but it's getting on my nerves for the last hour and a half. " I mutter and leaned on my elbow eyeing him as he sat against the headboard.

" Hai, so am I approved?" He suddenly asks his eyes now on mine. I cocked my head to the side searching my head for something that needed approval,my eyes widened slowly in understanding.

"Mhmm, I don't see why not." I agree.

"Seriously?"

"Yep." I nod and gave a crooked smile, "that is if you still like me?" I ask mischievously.

"It's hard not to." He pointed out. Shrugging I layed on my back and watched the ceiling of my room, which was painted with flowery patterns. "How about a date then? Just one, and if you don't like it then I won't ask again." Peter offers. I hum in agreement.

"Sure,since tomorrow's Monday and therefore a school night you'll have to pick me up right after school, plus I'm going to have to ask you to do a little parenting like taking care of the twins and Orella while I'm off at school. I'll bring a change of clothes for the date." I state grinning slightly as he shuddered at the thought of having to parent. "I hope you realise, though I am almost 17 that doesn't mean I'm not considered a minor." I point out lazily. Peter shrugged.

"Derek is only 22 this year and I'm nine years older than him, so technically I'm still eligible for dating 17 year olds, though you look more like a 14 year old if not for your chest." Peter says shamelessly. I sat up and pinned him to the bed,glaring down at him.

"Just cause I'm short does not mean I look like a freakin' 14 year old kid, I'm 16 going on to 17, and no more comments on my height or I will give you hell, like I do for Derek. Where is he in any ways?" I ask frowning now.

"He went out to scout out the territory around your house as to make sure that beast, as you called it doesn't get in here. Or has been here for that matter." Peter states a faint pink dusted across his cheeks. My lips curled up in amusement, I'm supposed to be the one who's embarrassed, yet instead he is. I leaned closer and the pink turned to red as he moved his head away. Crushing my lips tightly together to stop myself from laughing I was about to tease him more when there came another knock from my door. Growling out in frustration and relief from the sudden sound I stood up and opened the door slightly and obscured the view of the head maid Mrs. Mason by leaning against the door frame. Her eyes were swollen and red, a hancershif in her hand,soaking with the remainder of her tears. Tension knotted itself in my guts as I narrowed my eyes,all playfulness gone.

"Mrs. Mason?"

"Someone's at the door. I'll be in the kitchen, dear. And sorry." She whispered the last part before hurrying away. Furrowing my brows I straightened and was about to walk away when a hand gently held my shoulder and squeezed.

"I'm coming with." Peter says concern edged in to his features which added to my own. Nodding in response I walked out and towards the staircase. My mind wandered trying to find a reason as to why Mrs. Mason would look so devastated. But I came up empty. The front door squeaked as it struggled to open as if trying to stop me.

Stiles father and a street cop stood side by side,the cop had his hat in his hand and to his chest, my eyes widened in realisation.

"I'm sorry, Khaleesi,your parents plane....it...." he trailed off struggling,I blinked to shocked to move. A numbness like no other settled around me, a ringing so loud that it rivaled that of the sound of a bomb going off right next to me, silencing every other sound. Stiles father reached out and hugged me to his chest, but I was to stunned to react. His hand patted my back before he walked away to his cruiser the street cop following. They weren't supposed to return today. They said they would wait for a few days or was it months....? I don't know when I got to my bedroom,or how. But when I finally began to feel my surroundings I found myself in my bed with Peter's arms around me, he was silently whispering comforting words that only served to remind me that I have lost my family once again. And like before I could do absolutely nothing. Tears of anger and sadness burned my eyes as they gathered, I hugged back and sobbed in his chest. My mother's cheerful yet childish smile

flashed through my mind her warm eyes always understanding and protective. The rare times my father would smile his eyes crinkling at the edges as his face stretched to reveal pearly white teeth,the first time I saw it was when I had started to walk and decided to say pappa as I did so. Mum was furious but happy at the same time. I finally understood why the house was so silent, everyone had known about this before I had, and had stayed quiet in fear of alerting me. I don't understand, I may act foolish, sometimes weird perhaps but I'm not a mean person, am I? Why wouldn't they have told me? Or had they left now that the hunters of the family had died and all that was left was a vampire that could suck them dry of their blood? My heart ached that they would think so lowly of me, the person who they watched grow from a baby to a young girl throughout the years.