Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Revenge or the characters, plots, sets

Chapter 1

"I'm Home" I thought as I breathed in the tangy sea air mixed with taefotida and orchids which gave me the familiar sense of relief and comfort that escaped and enveloped me in a warm embrace. The Sunbeam rays highlighted the home with beautiful twilight glow and doused everything in sight with liquid gold.

I swung my suede brown drawstring bag over my shoulder and clicked the keys to my silvery sky blue Volvo whilst carelessly traipsing over the pebbled path which led to the alcove doorway. The faded green door with it round brass handle surrounded by wide French windows where entangled with primroses and baby purple orchids ( moms' favourite ) gave the house a family feel with nothing to suggest the dark and murky past of my parents which has plagued my childhood and has threatened to overtake my family a numerous amount of times.

Click the door budged open to reveal several letters and newspapers littered across the floor. As I bent to pick them up I frowned at the date "May 5th" I read out loud, that was almost a week ago. What was a week's worth of mail doing strewn across the hallway?

"MOM" I yelled, my voice echoed throughout the silent house. My voice picked up an octave as the house remained quiet "MOM"- nothing. Dread filed through me as I dumped my bag and sprang up stairs not knowing what I would find.

This is just the first Chapter so sorry it short, please review it's my first story! Thanks

Chapter 2

I stopped to check if my Dad's study was open if it was then there was nothing to worry about, it meant he was home from his long and estranged business trips which usually meant that he and mom had a lot of catching up to do, and they were probably out shopping or at dinner somewhere.

It was locked, not jammed or closed it was fully locked! Panic was starting to arise, I checked my phone no text, email, call nothing! I tried to swallow the rising emotion down, I was just being silly I told myself she's fine it's not like last time when … A flash of Images that were usually imprisoned I the back of mind had escaped in a whirlwind of confusion and panic – mom screaming in the middle if night from one of her physcotic nightmares, dad washing dried blood of his hands, men dressed in black clothing which seem to ruin and destroy our lives every time they appear… NO! I forced them each back, into their cage at the back of my memories whilst I physically shook myself of from relieving them.

With trembling fingers I pushed the adjacent white door open which led to a shimmering peach bedroom which belonged to my parents which normally always contained a message from my parents when they were nowhere to be seen.

Normally the room is clear and clean with a wide space left between the tall wardrobes and the perfectly made bed which overlooked the ocean. A small dressing table would also be present in the room which would always contain some sort of message from my mom, when she had lost her phone ( it happens a lot ) mostly it was a scrawled note explaining where she was with a quick reminder of what to do in an emergency. Ever since I was little because of my family's history I have been taught a Plan i.e. what to do in an emergency, who to call ( no one except the memorised number I had been told to repeat every day until I learnt it) where to go ( a safe house in San Francisco or Colorado), how to defend myself in case of an attack etc.

On one side of the dressing table there would be perfumes& lotions to cover her medical pills for her OCD and depression and on the other side would be a chest which held mom's most precious items in the chest which I rarely had the privilege of looking into.

Well except once when I was 8 and she was out at the motel lodge where she worked, she had left it wide open (well not completely, but I was curious…. Don't judge me!) I peered inside to view her wedding ring which was too small for her now, a pair of pearl earrings- a gift, a key and a few folded up pieces of paper which I carefully unfolded. The writing was unfamiliar but definitely male handwriting I could only pick out a few words which included; Amanda, daughter, Kara, Initiative, Grayson but before I got to read them fully I heard footsteps and hastily placed them into the chest.

I have never told my mother that I had read them or how I knew even from an early age how dangerous it would be to ask her about them, I'd tried many times to read them again but they were moved to another location. The papers have always been a mystery and I can't help thinking that their somehow linked to us, my family's past.

The room was a bomb site, clothes were precariously flung everywhere, empty coat hangers lay clustered on the floor beneath the clattering wardrobes, the bed was un-made while the windows where bolted shut. I ran to the dressing table kicking clothes and my flip-flops off on the way, which had knocked over bottles of Lotions and perfumes which had already began to dry and leave a stain to reveal no note no message.

She was in a hurry when she left and with dads locked study she may be alone and under threat but before I could think much further a burning pain sensation had shot through my left foot, I looked down to see shards of a glass bottle of perfume surrounded by droplets of blood. Cursing and hoping to the bathroom across the hall I quickly washed my foot and used the first aid kit to protect them from infection. Whilst I did this It kept my hands busy but not unfortunately my mind it was in overdrive, the abandoned house meant only two things 1.) They had come for her, they meaning the initiative a secret organisation which my father used to work for, I am not sure even to this day what my dad did for them but I knew it involved a group of very powerful people who would do anything for what they want or option 2.) She had simply gone on a vacation and forgot to tell me? (It's possible!)

I was still hesitant to activate the plan, even after all these years, 18 years to be exact, could I really leave everything behind again and meet at the safe house just like we had planned? To retrieve the gun and pepper spray that my dad had given me since the last attack on my 13th birthday? The two most things I hated; violence & injustice were know going to be a part of my life indefinitely?

I grabbed the cleaning gear from store cupboard whilst I also donned a pair of comfy house slippers before going to clean the mess in the bedroom. Immediately the cool ocean breeze which wafted through the room instantly chilled my bones- suddenly as if on que a shattering sound like a plate being broken resonated the house, I was NOT alone!

So hey, hope you liked it, don't worry the usually beautiful Revenge characters will be present but you know disclaimer I don't own anything to do with Revenge!