Chapter 2

Calliope

"Calliope wake up!" My mom screams and flicks on the lights blinding me for a minute before I am able to blink away the sleep. It can't possibly be morning already, I look over at my phone and see the clock says 11:53pm.

"Mom, what are you talking about its almost midnight, I'm not really in the mood for a wake up call ." I say trying to gather my thoughts, after a long day at work my brain is still slow to function.

"There's no time to explain your father is downstairs in the car, I have packed you a bag, your brother and I will meet you down there now go!" she grabs my arm and yanks me out of bed.

"But…I don't-" I am interrupted, by a pair of jeans smacking me in the face as she throws them at me.

"GO!" Her tone does not give room for questions, as I tug on my jeans and throw on a black shirt my shoes aren't hard to spot. I see my beat up old converse peaking out from under my bed so I grab them and and shoved out of my room. As I run down the stairs I see my little brother Austin crying as he scrambles to put on his jacket and finally stumbles out the door.

"Sara, we don't have much time!" My father yells to my mother as he is throwing our bags into the trunk of our beat up station wagon.

"Dad what is going on?" I ask, still groggy and by the look on his face I'm not sure if want to know the answer to that question. He looks at me with his mouth open like he's about to tell me, when my mother yells from behind me.

"Calliope, Austin, get in the car! John, the Michaelsons called, we need to leave now!" My mother screams from the doorway of the house. We all pile into the car and as we back out of our drive, I can see the shadows from the street lights against our house and I have a sinking feeling that this will be the last I see of it for a while. This is not the first time we have had to move towns, but it has never been this rushed or frantic. As we fly down our quiet streets in silence I can hear the muffled choked sobs of my mother in the front seat. My father's knuckles have turned white with the harsh grip that he has on the steering wheel. Austin is hugging himself, rocking back and forth trying to regain his composure after such a chaotic morning. He is only 10 after all, not that I myself at almost 20 have fully righted myself from this mornings events, god i'd really love a cup of coffee. After several long minutes I decice enough is enough.

"Is some one going to tell me what's going on or should I just assume we are running from the mob?" I make a crack hoping to lighten the mood. My mother snaps her head up and slowly glances at the side of my father's head, but he doesn't make a move to look at her, instead he keeps his eyes focused on the road in front of him. The car juts forward as he steps on the gas, excellerating at a speed I didn't think our old junker could even go. My brother is gripping his seatbelt so tight it looks like hes going to rip it off. I reach out a hand and he grabs mine frantically I stroke the back of his hand with my thumb as he starts to hum to himself covering his ear with his other hand. I turn back to look at my parents, angry at them now for putting Austin in this situation whatever their reasoning is better be a damn good.