This story is dedicated to my best friends Katie and Allison for showing me that god is the all powerful...They gave me the strength to write this story....Even though I used Katie's nickname in the title, the story is for them...

PRESENT

Why did they do things like this?  Why did they do it?  I kept on thinking for answers to my own questions, but found none.  I looked out my window.  The light shone through the pane of glass.  Below my window was a grave.  It had sat there for years and I had only seen it once.  That grave belonged to my sister.

I walked down the stairs and out to the site.  I ignored the rain that had started to fall.  I knelt down in front of the grave and got up enough courage to look at it. Before I got an actual look at the grave, I saw a piece of paper beside it.  Wiping my face off with my coat sleeve, I picked up the letter and read it.

I smiled and put the letter back in it's place.  I looked at the grave.

SAMANTHA ANN MULDER

I turned away.  I didn't want to, but it was as though something had forced me to turn away.  I went back into the house and called Sam's friend Adam.  We talked for a few hours and he asked if he could come over to see her.  I told him he could.  After we hung up, I went back up the stairs.  The door to Sam's room was closed.  It had been closed since they killed her
and Adam and I intended to keep it that way.  For some reason, I got an urge to call my other sister Mac.  I went into my room and picked up my phone and dialed Mac's number.  She answered it around the third ring. " Hello?" " Hi Mac." " Raven?" I let out a giggle. " Yep it's me."  " How are you?" " Good. You?" " Pretty good."  " Adam's on his way over." " Really? Christian's here." " Really and just what are you two up to?"  " Shut up Raven."  I giggled into the phone.  I heard the door open.
 
" Mac, Adam's here." " Okay bye." " Bye."  I hung up the phone and ran downstairs.  There stood Adam. He was soaking wet from the rain.  He smiled. " I saw her.  I gave her flowers and everything."  I sighed. " How long did you know Sam for?"  " 4 years.  They killed her on the night I was going to propose to her."  I shook my head.  " It shouldn't have been like this." " No, It shouldn't have."

PART 2
PAST

Sam, Mac, and I were walking around the store. Sam and Mac were dating brothers and I was dating their former friend.  We walked around for what seemed like hours before we finally left.  My sisters said that they were heading home. I saw a  cemetary and told them I would catch up.  I went inside.  It was cold and damp.  I saw a person standing there, dressed in all black and another next to him dressed in red.  I smiled. " Mark and Kane."  The men looked at me.  Mark smiled. " Since when do you go into cemetaries?" " I don't." Mark and Kane were at least half of who I was.  Mark being my dark half and Kane being my good half.  I smiled at them and went to catch up with my sisters. I walked to the house and saw Mac sitting on the floor crying and next to her lay Sam.

 PRESENT

I lay on the couch.  Why Sam?  Who did it? I wasn't there.  Mac had been, but I could never accuse her. Both my own flesh and blood and still something inside me was saying Sam's still alive.  Putting all those thoughts aside, I got up form my place from the couch, went into the kitchen and awaited the arrival of the new Brood.