Ellie

My body begins to move, can feel nothing but hard ground under me as my legs sway from side to side. Stretching my arms brings shooting pain to my head. Grabbing the back of it, my eyes pop open, and when I look to my hand there's dried blood along my fingers.

It all comes rushing back to me. Following my brother Keith into the forest, yelling at one another. Him telling me we need to leave, that it wasn't safe for me, and then the men all dressed in black, carrying weapons jumping from the trees.

I shoot up from the ground, not the smartest move on my part. I groan in agony, as my hands hold my head. My surroundings look to be spinning out of control. I know that's not possible, which means whoever hit me on the back of the head, hit me good and hard.

Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself. I need to be thinking clearly if I'm going to get out of whatever is about to happen. Must act rationally if I'm going to survive this in any way.

Once my body has seized, and my breathing is normal. I slowly open my eyes. Looking around I see I'm in a tiny room, that has nothing in it but white walls, and concrete floor. Whoever placed me in here couldn't even give me a filthy mattress to lay upon, or even a flimsy blanket. Nope its just me in my night clothes, and the bare ground.

Making my way off the ground, I hold onto the wall as I stand to my full height. Looking around more I see there isn't a thing in this room other then myself. Slowly, I walk to the door, and try the handle. Of course, it's locked, so I look out the small window frame, and see no one on the outside of the door.

Not knowing what else to do, I make my way back to the floor and sit in the corner. My body rocks back and forth as I watch the door. Knowing at some time someone must open it and come in here to talk to me.

Now that I'm waking up more, not only does my head hurt, but my bladder is also full. I rock more with the feeling of needing to pee, can only hope someone comes here soon, and that they will allow me to use the bathroom. I don't want to wet myself, that will be embarrassing.

I'm not sure how long I sit here, rocking back and forth, but eventually I hear foot falls on the other side of the door. My head pops up, and I see a shadow underneath the door. Hearing the clanking of keys, I listen intently as the lock clicks.

Watching the handle turn, my breathing picks up with anticipation. I have no idea who I am about to come face to face with. Or if I'm even ready for what ever is about to come my way, but I don't have a choice. The next moment, the door is open, and a shadow of a man stands within the door.

Stepping inside, I recognize him instantly. It's the young man with the same blue eyes as Kayden. I can only guess this is one of Kayden's half older brothers. He looks at me, sitting on the floor. From my bare feet to the top of my head.

"Get up, father wants to see you." His words bring ice cold fear into my bones.

I can't bring myself to move, the one man I have been afraid to see after all these years has me in his grasp. He wants to have words with me, meaning he and I will be in the same space again after all these years.

What if he kills me here and now? Will I scream or cry with the fear of dying? Will my mother and Liz mourn me? Will Kayden be able to survive without me? Will my brother even care?

In the haste of my over thinking mind, he must have lost patience with me. He is now standing right in front of me. I look to his dirty boots, that are hitting my toes.

He bends down, and grabs my arm, pulling me up without a care. I groan in pain. There will be a bruise for sure of his hand marks along my arm. He doesn't pause in his actions; he drags me out of my cell and into a dirty underground basement.

We pass by more cells, some more open than others. There are empty cells, and some that has what looks to be other females in them. They are huddled just as I was, turned into themselves, trying to protect their bodies the only way they can.

We climb up a set of steps, and into a luxurious house. The place looks to be a mansion, the rooms are huge, and have some of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, I don't get to look at my surroundings for long, before we turn into a room.

Opening the door, he throws me to the floor. I land on my hands and knees. The carpet rubs along my knees leaving a burn for sure across my skin. Someone laughs at my misfortunate landing; the noise doesn't sound pleasant at all. It sounds like a mad man cackling.

Looking in front of me, I see long legs in a pair of suit pants, my eyes make their way up to a slim waist, and strong arms. As I look into his face I see a handsome older man, with a sadistic smile upon his lips, and the blackest eyes I've ever seen.

"Hello Ellie," his voice is like melted chocolate. I can see now why people follow him.

He's like the devil himself, handsome and articulate, with a smile to make any woman weak in the knees. I now understand where Kayden gets his good looks from. Although, you can see in his eyes how this man standing in front of me has no soul.

He looks to be an empty shell of a man. One look at him, and I can see he feels nothing for anyone. All he cares for is himself. His eyes hold a craving for power. After all, that's what this whole war is all about. Power.

That's why he wanted me dead all those years ago. I throw a wrench into his plans. Making it so he is no longer the most powerful being of the supernatural world. If I am alive, his son won't work for him. He refuses to fight for him and chooses me instead.

That's why this empty being standing in front of me despises the very person I am. I cause hectic in his otherwise perfect world. With me here, he no longer has all the power. What he worked so hard to accomplish.

Kayden told me the story of his mother one night. How his father kidnapped her when she was only a girl of thirteen, for his own gain. He had his way with her, and within a year Kayden was born. His father was thrilled to have a son that withheld all the powers of our world.

Giving him the most power overall. His father wanted to use his son for his own personal gain. To become the most powerful beings alive, to destroy all humans, and become king over all supernatural's.

He wanted to be a God, and when he found out that I too am what Kayden is, and seen how we were together. Knowing what I am to his son, he was enraged. He did the only thing that he could think of, so nothing would destroy his plans. To have me and my family killed.

He didn't count on his young son to choose me over him even then. Now here we are years later, and I'm face to face with the cruelest monster of them all. " Luther Monroe." I whisper.

Earning me a devilish smile from the one man I am deathly afraid of. "You remember me, good. It's time we have a little chat." His words have ice cold fear running up my spine.