Mommy, mommy?! What's going on? I've done everything I could and it's still not enough?

Tell me, tell me, when did I go wrong? I feel like I've disappointed everyone, wasn't I suppose to at least do good to one?

Daddy, daddy, why is everything so cold? My vision is blurry and there's only just a deep fury growing on my bones!

Sister, sister, why did you leave me too? I thought I could count on you, I've done everything for you!

Why is everything so quiet? Why is everyone so cruel? The darkness is scaring me, I don't know what's happening, please... please, help me, I feel like I'll be losing my mind soon.

After compelling the hunters to forget about her, and giving Malia some of her blood to make her heal faster, Kisa entered Style's Jeep still mute.

Her head was leaning against the window with her eyes closed, ignoring the pack which seemed to be waiting for their guide.

But Kisa couldn't care less about that Kate person nor Derek, she sincerely just wished to go home now...

Home... where was her home?

Over the past few centuries she had considered home only two, the one she was born in and the one she lived with Kol Mikaelson, but like everything else, she had lost that too.

The vampire still couldn't comprehend completely why he would do something like that, it wasn't unimaginable for someone like him, but to do it to her? It was just strange.

Her relationship with Kol was something that no one expected nor liked to discover.

He was volatile, untamable and basically a wild card and while he continued dangerous when they got together, Kisa seemed to act like his conscience.

She was the little voice that would help him plan things before he did something and that made him extremely dangerous... for everyone, specially his siblings.

Katerina never liked their involvement as well, she had always believed that Kisa would soon leave her because of Kol, which actually happened and they were genuinely happy for those years.

Until he broke her trust, of course.

But had she done something to him? She couldn't exactly pinpoint what had gone wrong, one day they were happy and talking about forming a family together (not by blood obviously, but a family nonetheless) and the next day he was furious.

Screaming hurtful things, threatening her and ultimately temporary killing her and giving her body to the crazy doctors that started the experiments.

He had never once looked back.

But neither did her twin, who always knew where to find her since she disposed of a witch by her side at every single moment.

In the end, there was no other person that Kisa could trust other than herself.

Her auburn eyes opened once she heard the doors opening and the people getting inside, with Malia sitting on her lap since they were in six.

The werecoyote stood observing her for a very long time, making Kisa raise an eyebrow in question as she awkwardly placed her head on the vampire's shoulder.

"Are you okay, beasty?" Kisa mumbled quietly, caressing the coyote's hair in a soothing manner as she closed her eyes once again.

"I am, are you?"

Kisa continued in silence, focusing on Malia's heartbeat, but the younger girl didn't pressure her for an answer.

"So... who's Kate Argent?" Malia suddenly blurted out, making Kisa open her eyes in confusion before she noticed that the question wasn't directed towards her.

"Uh... I'd like to know too" Kira added

"Well, we were at her funeral. So, I'd like to know how she got out of a casket that was buried six feet underground" Stiles told them while keeping his eyes on Kisa over the rear view mirror.

His face was frowning in confusion, she hadn't threatened him since their conversation with the huntress and that was something very strange.

"She was never in it" Scott answered.

"She was Allison's aunt... and a total sociopath" Lydia finished.

"Wow that's clarifying, seriously, I totally know who we are talking about now" Kisa finally said something for the first time and it was clear that she was being ironic as she kept her face stoic.

"You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to" Kira tried to clear the tension inside the car, making the vampire and the werecoyote scoff.

"Yes, he does" Malia started "Or we go in unknown territory and everyone is killed" Kisa finished while rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, they are right..." Scott started "You guys should know. You need to know"

"All right. Kate was the one who set the fire that killed most of Derek's family"

"Some of them survived, like Cora and Peter"

"A very angry Peter"

"Yeah, he's the one who bit and turned me and the one who finally caught up to Kate and killed her"

"And we saw her buried"

"No. We saw a casket, remember? She wasn't in it... the Calaveras heard that Kate had been killed by an Alpha's claws. They wanted to make sure she was really dead, but her body was healing more and more as she got closer to a full moon... she was coming back, so they switched bodies. They took her" Scott explained what had happened to the body.

"I guess she didn't take her own life" Kisa interrupted, making the alpha look at her suspiciously while the others turned to look at her in curiosity.

"If a Hunter isn't human anymore, they need to take their lives before they complete the transition, it's a law in every Hunter family" The vampire explained while keeping her face void of emotions.

She had been on that situation, after all.

"Good for her. I wouldn't do that either" Malia thought out loud, making the brunette grin at her.

"Would you kill half a dozen people to get out?" Scott questioned and the women looked at each other.

They had killed more than a dozen when they left Eichen.

"So Kate's a werewolf now?" Kira questioned her boyfriend.

"I don't know. You know, there's a saying sometimes the shape reflects the person you are" Scott muttered while looking straight ahead.

"What kind of shape is sociopathic bitch?" Lydia questioned and Kisa whispered "My sister" making Malia snort loudly since she was the only one to hear it.

"What about you, Kit?" A dark smirk painted her red lips and her dark eyes met Malia's warm ones.

"For some reason they called me the puppeteer"