CHAPTER 1 - ESCAPE

Bastille – Sleepsong

Don't talk to strangers.
Oh, in the strangest dreams, walking by your side
It is the hole you impose upon your life
When you're out, loneliness, it crawls up in the ground
It's what you feel, but can't articulate out loud.

Oh you go to sleep on your own and you wake each day with your thoughts
And it scares you being alone
It's a last resort

HPOV

I told them that I had an appointment.

Then Elijah caught me out so I rephrased it as going to buy some Delsym for the baby's cough. When he offered to go for me, we were interrupted with someone crashing through the walls. It wasn't such a strange occurrence but it didn't make it any less scary.

While Elijah ordered for more plaster, I snuck out with the baby and then strapped it into the car. Soon I had the key in the ignition and the engine was rumbling but before I could back away from the driveway, a familiar face caught my eye.

Counterfeiting a smile, I offered a half-assed wave to him which he took a second to return. I watched and waited until Marcel strolled up into the house before stepping onto the pedal and racing the hell out of there.

It, was still crying but after three years, it was all a blurred static tone.

Now, I simply ignored the sound as I continued to race down the one street that led to the interstate. Keeping the constant and comfortable speed of 75 but losing the calm heartbeat, I found myself on the highway within the seconds.

"We made it" I sighed and glanced back, only to find tears still streaming down the flushed cheeks.

I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to be will eventually be a memory of a time when...

With a clenched jaw and my hands turning up sound of the unknown rock music, I turned back to look at the road as I continued to drive us further and further away as possible.

I just needed to get away from Klaus and his damn kingdom.

-FLASHBACK-

Once I picked up the bottle, I jostled the baby while pulling it close. I had just changed the nappies but it was still crying. Tirelessly and diligently, I swung the baby from side to side, trying to mutter words of appeasement but it just…wouldn't stop.

"Do you want to hold…?" I asked, trailing off helplessly, glancing up to the father, who was now standing up from his seat.

He darted towards the kitchen with a curt but nervous glance. "I have a few things to take care of" he replied swiftly and made a quick beeline away from me. It wasn't the first time and it sure wasn't going to be the last. "Anyway, you are the mother" he pointed out and I dropped the bottle, using one hand to place on his chest and stop him.

"Hey buddy it takes two to tango" I quipped with an arched brow.

He paused and glanced down to the hand I still had on him. After mirroring the hitched brow, I dropped my hand, allowing it to fall by my side. "Actually three" he replied with a sparked gleam. "Did you forget the bottle of tequila?" he smirked.

"I'll take him" Elijah intercepted, knowing that from my rage, I would have probably dropped the kid and sucker punch his brother. I allowed him to accept the child all too willingly with a brief thankful glance. Before I could cuss at his little bro, I paused when hearing the child squirm but with some peace. The sobs were appeased as Elijah gently swung him from side to side.

How did he do that?

Why couldn't I?

I never got an answer as we were interrupted with the arrival of one of the lap dogs A.K.A, his minions.

"What did you find?" Klaus made himself known again, ignoring my glare as he addressed our visitor.

The unknown guy shrugged with indifference but it was easy to catch that he was afraid of his master. "Nothing" he shook his head.

"What do you mean nothing?" Klaus angrily demanded and I almost barked a laugh at how the coward flinched at the sight of Klaus curling his hands into fists.

"What I-I uh…said" he stammered lamely and tried to be discreet when taking a step back. "The camp was empty. Like they knew we were coming" he explained with an innocent smile, hoping to play good boy and get to keep his life for a few more hours.

Basically, Mr. Control Freak was still hunting werewolves for his hybrid collection. After finding out that Tyler was still out there somewhere, 'unsiring' them, he only grew busier, angrier and more annoying, which I hadn't thought was possible.

"Where's the other one?" he snapped and slammed his clenched fists onto the desk before him.

"I don't know"

He whirled around and faced him with angered eyes. "You don't know…?" he drawled out, mimicking his tone. "Excuses" he hissed and before the messenger could find relief, Klaus' uncontrollable rage was enflamed. "I have had enough of your excuses" he growled and I closed my eyes but wasn't able to block out the sickening crack.

When I opened my eyes again, I watched as he stepped over the limp body and pushed past me. "Can't you stop the child from its incessant crying?" he barked with annoyed grumble. "It's driving me insane" he muttered aggravatingly and left.

Elijah simply sighed and handed the baby back to me so he could walk over and clean up his brother's mess.

-FLASHBACK END-

It wasn't the first time Klaus had killed someone with the kid present and I knew fully well that it wouldn't have been the last.

What kind of father was he?

Better yet, what kind of mother was I?

I couldn't get my own child to shut the hell up! I allowed him to stay with that crazed lunatic for over three months! I allowed them to talk me into bringing a child into this world – into their world.

Urgh…this was all so messed up!

I growled and my fists clenched around the steering wheel. My rage still trembling through me as I fought for control but I could feel myself slipping. It didn't help that the music had turned into something mellow, allowing the baby's crying to break through again.

It was when I caught sight of the large sign for the gas station that I slowed the car down, swerving to park there.

Quickly and hurriedly, I slammed the door behind me and enjoyed the release of anger. Just the brief moment of allowing it to overpower my actions gave me some peace and I found it in myself to reach into the back seat and take it out. "Shhh…" I murmured desperately and tried to search for the dummy. Only, something happened and the cries loudened. "I don't know what you want!" I growled and popped my head out of the car.

The sun now beating down on us as I tried and failed to quiet it down.

As I swayed from side to side, I paused when I caught sight of the young girl twirling her keys around her finger. She was on the phone with someone but the heated conversation seemed to be coming to a close.

All through the study, the baby shifted, causing me to drop his teddy bear so I crouched down. "Shit" I growled. One hand trying to expertly balance her as I fumbled for the keys. Having the baby this close only blared the crying in my ears.

"Here, I'll get it" the girl's voice approached us and I caught how her hand grabbed the keys as we both straightened up and she handed them to me. My fingers tightened around the metal keys and I could feel the jagged edge cut onto my palm.

When I turned to thank her, I paused when I watched as she began to stroke the kid's face. "Oh he's so adorable" she cooed and caressed the flushed cheek and of course it wasn't crying anymore. "Oh there baby" she hushed and I grew more bewildered as the cries fully downed down.

"How did you do that?" I exclaimed and I could feel my stomach clench with the hatred that I felt her, for this troublesome child and predominantly for myself.

She simply shrugged and focused solely onto the child. "You're a real cutie" she murmured and nuzzled his nose. "How old is he?" she inquired glancing up to me.

"He is..." I paused and tried to think back. My thoughts were clouded with the sleepless nights and the tired days as I tried to think back to when my life was somewhat normal. It felt like years but it hadn't. "6 months?" I frowned, staring up at the sky as I continued to think.

The girl laughed and pleasantly ran her fingers through her long mahogany locks. "Is that a question?" she teased but I found no humour in her joke.

"Are you trying to say something?" I snapped and she stepped back, alarmed with the edged tone.

She only grew more defensive and raised her palms. "It was a joke" she gulped nervously and tried to appease me with a smile.

It didn't work as the kid began to stretch out its hands towards her. Low whimpers left it as it pouted and I knew it was only a second before the crying began again. I looked between them and the more I watched them, the harder it became to understand why and how I couldn't do what she could. Why couldn't I feel the admiration she felt? Or the clear adoration?

"Can you hold him for a second?" I murmured numbly.

She nodded with great hesitance. "Uh…erm…sure" she accepted the child timidly but as soon as it was in her hands, her warmth returned and she continued to make faces and talk in a by voice. She then shifted the position and cradled it's closer, brushing her thumb over the tears to wipe them away. "There there peanut…" she purred and I sneered at the nickname.

"Let me just get his car seat" I gulped and forced a smile. She simply nodded absentmindedly, making this easier than it needed to be as I made my way to the car.

Reaching to the back, I numbly took out the car seat and placed the baby bag on top. All of this, I left outside the car as I rushed to the front seat and stepped on the pedal, driving away and never looking back.

This wasn't my life.

A/N: Okay…what did you think?

Song on radio was Linkin Park's In The End.