To never stop believing

Now he had thought contacting Prim so many times. Especially after he had found out what had happened to her, which had ultimately ended with her and her now ex-husband leaving each other. But with how he had been grieving over Elena, and then finding out that she was alive. There had been a moment where he had thought to himself that he didn’t want to come back empty handed, that he needed to find their daughter before he would be able to face his former wife. Especially given that his obsession of finding Violet had been the reason they had broken up after all. But with the help from a person that specialized in finding people, especially in the supernatural world, he had finally seen her again. Which had almost brought him to his knees given how much she looked like her mother.

He breathed out and knocked on the door to Prim’s apartment. Taking a step back as he put both his hands into the jackets pocket. Feeling the wool warm his hands. His fingers of the right pocket sought to the picture of Violet. She was at school now, living on her own. The stories, and the files that he had gotten on her. It had been hard for a father not to go after all the people that had hurt his little girl, and then to look himself in the mirror knowing that he hadn’t been able to stop it. But they would be there soon enough. They had to be able to safe her.

Still unclear on how to find her son, most of the files had been spread over the dinner table, the coffee table, along with the floor for weeks. What was sleep even at this point? It was like she kept walking in circles, after she had taken a step back for her own sanity of finding Violet, hoping that if she was lucky enough one day her daughter would return to her after so many years. Her son was the same story, yet she had thought up til a few months that he was dead, she had grieved over him, to find out someone was crazy enough to set the whole thing up - making her spin out of control, now she had thought about contacting more of her family about this, but also afraid of what a person would do to her boy, if she got too many people involved. Primrose had fallen asleep over the dinner table, dressed in her sweats and a hoodie. Woken up for only a minute ago, most likely only slept a few hours. If not less, she walked over to turn on the coffee machine just as she heard the knock on the door. Primrose mumbled a quick spell, cleaning up all the files as she moved towards the door.

As she came closer, she could smell him. His scent, almost bringing her an annoying sense of comfort that she hadn't been planning to walk into. Her hand on the door handle, as Primrose took a deeper breath in, before opening the door, facing him. She breathed out slowly as her eyes moved up to meet with his. "Hey," she said almost breathlessly and licked her lips a little, "come on in." Primrose didn't know why he was here, but it had to be important in some case or at least maybe he had someone he wanted to say. They hadn't seen each other in many years, but she knew there was something, and not letting him in would just be rather rude in her eyes.

It was wild how many people that he had been faced with, that he had either thought dead or that they were a done chapter in his life. And now here he was, standing in front of his former wife, or ex-wife if you wanted to be so crude. “Hey” he said with a pained smile and then nodded as she invited him inside, not that he thought they would be there long, which was why he didn’t take off his jacket or shoes. “I found her” he breathed out, it hit him just how real it was as he was standing here telling her it. He pulled out the picture and gave it to her. “She looks so much like you” he whispered, feeling how tears wanted to escape his eyes, not that he wanted them to do so. It wasn’t the time. “I know where she is right now, if you want to go” he exhaled not knowing if he should fill her in on what had happened to their daughter. Mostly because he was afraid that it would break Prim completely to know that she couldn’t be there for her in the time she had needed it the most.

I found her

Her world stopped and she stood still for a while. Just a short moment, even though for her her it felt like ages. Then she breathed out and turned around to look into his eyes. Primrose just looked at him, as if she had heard wrong. Maybe she was still asleep? It was clear she was a bit unsure if she had heard right, at least for the moment. But it was so clear in the way he spoke, how he looked at her while saying these things, it spun her whole world around. And then it hit her, hard, what he actually said. Nervously, she took the picture he handed her, letting her eyes fall upon it and let the green eyes scan it. Lifting her other hand up covering her mouth a little bit as she fell a few steps back, luckily caught by the back of her sofa.

Primrose looked back up at Austin as he mentioned that he knew where she was. She was lost for words, like her heart had just dropped back into her chest. Letting all the emotion rush back to her that she had locked away. "I -" Primrose took a sharper breath in, feeling everything just rushing up. Especially with everything happening right now. However, she nodded a bit, taking a deeper breath in, feeling how it was a bit hard to breath. But she wanted this. She needed this. There wasn't a fiber in her body that didn't want to find her daughter again - and as the news processed. "I want to, I just need to - breathe for a moment," she whispered, letting her eyes find the picture again. "I can't believe it," unlike Austin she couldn't keep her tears away, and they started rolling down her cheeks slowly. It was relief, but also fear - what if it was too late, what if after all this time that they were too late?

He nodded as he could see and feel on her that she needed time. Which she could get, all the time that she thought was necessary. Now for a moment Austin didn’t know what to do or say, so he just stood there and watched her as she coped with the news. That twenty-one years later they had finally found their daughter that had been taken from them in the hospital. A place one would think was the safest place on earth when giving birth to a child. How they had proved them wrong. “It’s okay Prim” he softly said, as he took a step forward, he let a hand find her cheek and softly removed some of the tears that was falling down. “Just take the time you need” he once again told her as he took another step forward, and very delicately pulled her into his arms and held her tight. His hand on the back of her head as he closed his eyes. It was overwhelming. Even though he had been giving longer time to process the fact that Violet was still out there, and where she was. Even if that didn’t meant that it was hard for him to phantom that in just such a short period of time, they could hold their daughter in their arms.

Now it had been just a month prior this that she had been standing outside Henry's door, knocking that there was hope, that she knew something. But it was still covered in the unknown, on how they were gong to do things, if she could even get her son back. But to standing here with the actual location to her daughters whereabouts, it was something to be grateful about. Even though Primrose knew so much time away could do a number on everyone, she knew even being a siphoner could be rather hard in this world, and to go through that sort of discrimination alone, could be even worse. Her kin was rare, and despite time had been better now, people weren't as cruel, there was still people out there who would harm just by the sake of species. That thought alone was something that haunted her. Primrose hadn't known nor realized how much she had been in need of being held close til he pulled her into his embrace, making her almost choke on the breath she tried to take, but allowed him to pull her in. It had been hard for people to come close to her after she had lost Andrew - and with good reasons. But in the end when all came down to it, she never stopped trusting Austin. Within few seconds her arms found their way around him, pulling him as close as she could. Breathing in, breathing out, just taking everything in. Primrose closed her eyes, taken it slowly in. "Where is she?" she slowly asked and moved her head a little bit up to him, as she once again opened her eyes. She wondered where she was.

He didn't mind standing here with her, waiting for her to calm down. When she then just fell completely into his hug, he knew that this was something she had needed. Long before he had come here to tell her that their daughter was out there, and he knew where. So, he pulled her closer, closed his eyes as he rested his head on hers. He wanted to ask if there was something else that nagged her, something he could do. But he also knew her and knew that somethings she would rather deal with herself, and when she wanted something from someone she would come. And then you better take the hand she reached out, or you wouldn’t be able to be let in again.

When she pulled out of his embrace, he let his hand find her cheek again. Drying a few more tears of her cheek giving her a tender smile. “The academy, I think she is starting her first classes any minute now, it’s her first year” once again he was reminded of her file. The arrests, the times she had been admitted to the hospital. That she was suffering from seizures. It was almost a never-ending list over things she had gone through. And many times, alone, because she had been in foster care, only to have gotten out when she had been old enough and didn’t need a legal guardian.

Primrose took a deeper breath in, giving him a smaller soft yet pained smile as he once again dried some of her tears from her face. She was ready to listen, wondering if he already had talked to her, but something told her that he hadn't. Just like she wouldn't have unless she had been directly spoken to, because just by knowing more than the other, you felt a little selfish - because the pain of losing your child and not knowing what happened to them, where they were, not being able to be there for them whenever they needed comfort - it was one of the worst possible feelings she had ever encountered, someone had taken something from you so valuable, making you feel so weak, making you feel like you were nothing, completely powerless.  She was at the academy, and licked her lips a little bit.

It was almost a year since she had spoken to Daisy last, but she knew she had plans for Katelyn to begin at the academy over the summer. So, already she wondered if Violet had encountered Katelyn - not that they would know. Daisy and Primrose had shared the brutal experience of losing their daughters the same day, within almost the same hours. And though she did not wish for anyone to experience what she had experienced, she had always found some peace in knowing they could work through it together. "Then we should go see her," she took a deeper breath in nodding a little bit, convincing herself that they could do this, that it was really happening. "Maybe I should get dressed then," she chuckled a little at herself as she took a deeper breath in. "I think the coffee is ready, you can grab a cup if you want while I just quickly fix myself up - I must look like something the cat dragged in," she scratched the back of her head, looking at the picture again, her thoughts all over the place, so she just spoke out loud. She didn't want to look like a complete disaster meeting her daughter for the first time, even though she knew in the end it wouldn't matter at all.

“Yes, we should” it was pulling in every fiber of his being to just run and pull his child into his arms. Especially after he had also lost his son so many years ago. And when had finally felt ready to get over the loss, it had just happened all over again. For him there had been so many years filling the two experiences. Whereas Prim had to injure it over such a short period of time. And so violently. He took a step back as she talked about getting dressed, letting his eyes travel down her body to see what she was actually wearing. A soft smirk formed on his lips, before he turned his gaze towards the kitchen as she told there should be coffee in the pot. He took of his shoes, so he wouldn’t wander around in her home with them on. A laugh left him, as she said she looked like something the cat had dragged in. “You look beautiful, and I’m guessing she wouldn’t care how her mother looked when she finally meets her, but I’ll get myself a coffee and you can make yourself ready” he agreed and then walked over to pour himself a cup. Taking a sip, he could taste that it had been on the burner a little longer than you would like. But at least it wasn’t worse than that. He opened her fridge and took out a milk. Luckily he smelled it before he poured it in. “You’re out of milk” he shouted and then poured it out in the sink before he folded it together and thew it out.

Primrose chuckled a little while rolling her eyes as he said she looked beautiful, to be fair she hadn't felt beautiful for a handful of years. Then she made it to the bedroom, the apartment wasn't huge, and to be fair it was just till she found something better. Primrose opened her closet and looked at what she had to work with, which wasn't a lot - because many of her newer things didn't really fit with the weather here, but she found something and quickly, brushed her hair, and looked towards the door as Austin yelled from the kitchen she was out of milk. Prim pressed her brows a bit together, she could have sworn she had some, maybe the lack of a good nights sleep was affecting her memory a little? She looked herself in the mirror making a small grimace before breathing out, they were really doing this. She clapped her cheeks softly for a moment before she moved back towards the kitchen.

She opened the cabinet and took out one of her to go cups, and poured the coffee there so she had some for the road, now that she hadn't time to sit and drink it while stressing over the other stress she stressed about. One day at the time, she remined herself and she put the lid on the cup, and took a sip. Bitter, but right now, she didn't even care for the taste. "I'm ready."

He was finished with his coffee when she came back out. When she started pouring the rest of the coffee into a travel mug, he walked over and put his shoes back on. A soft smile formed on his lips as she told him that she was ready. “Alright, let’s go” he opened the door and waited for her outside the apartment before walking down to his car.

Violet

It had started as an okay day. Well, okay, was how she would always describe her life if anyone that asked her. Because she wasn’t, she really wasn’t. But that didn’t take away the smile on her lips, nor that she came to her classes everyday even though it was so damn hard to even get out of her bed. The mess around her one apartment, that she had to make a small path from her bed to the main things that she needed to get too. That she even showered today should be seen as a victory.

And then she had been having one of her seizures. One of the guardians had been able to help her and calm her down before she had started to break stuff around her. Selene, werewolf. Really nice person when it came down to it. So here she was sitting, waiting for the buss to take her home with a bottle of water in her hand, as she saw a car drive up. Maybe one of the students that had a class later than her? Violet groaned softly and closed her eyes, hearing the doors being slammed and then someone talking. She couldn’t really hear what. A male voice spoke her name and she looked up. Seeing a man and a woman. She scratched her hair under her red beanie she was wearing. “Can I help you or are you just staring at the freakshow?” she shouted at them, as it seemed both had just stopped and stared. Idiots. She looked away taking another sip of her bottle licking her lips, where the hell was that bus?

The drive didn't take as long as it felt, but she had pretty much emptied her coffee on the way. Seeing the academy close up, and before they knew it they were parked. It didn't take long for her scenes to pick up on her, truth to be told it was the scent she never thought she would ever come close to again - but it was there, and as they stepped out of the car Primrose found herself paralyzed just starring at her, she heard Austin speak Violet's name. She yelled at them, surprisingly it was enough to crack up the bottled up emotions that Primrose had pressed down for so long, it was like as she now breathed out - she wasn't as scared anymore, not in the same way to say at least. "If you are a freakshow, then so am I," she replied. Now, Primrose had long to come to terms with what she was, what she could do, but she had also almost lost her father for standing up to her in the past - a long time ago. Primrose allowed her self to step closer, now given her age she could easily pick up on the familiarity that laid on their veins, the magical energy that constantly feed on their vampirsme. There was no energy like it, so easy to recognize once you picked up on it. How did you tell someone that they were your child? She didn't even know where to start, and yet she had chosen to hope that the sense of their shared energy would at least peak enough interest or confusion to buy her and Austin some time, just a little bit of time.

Violet turned her face towards the woman as she told her that if she was a freakshow so was she. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, really? That kind of logic, what the was wrong with those people. A small huff left her as she threw her water bottle down her messy bag and zipped it close. She turned her eyes away from them, not wanting to acknowledge the pull she felt to both of them. That feeling of belonging. Maybe it was just the bad day that was messing with her head. Letting her believe things because she wanted them to be true, or because now twenty-one years later she still wished for her family to come find her. Not that it would happen.

They came closer and she turned her head towards them again. “What?” she mumbled, pressing her brows together. She didn’t want to come off as scared, but she was, and she knew the woman at least would be able to feel how her heart was pounding in her chest. Then the man spoke “Violet?” he asked once again “Yes” she answered not really liking they knew her name. Swallowing the lump in her throat. “What do you want?” she asked getting up from the bench looking towards the school. “If I owe you money, I’m sorry, but I don’t have any right now, and I – " She stumbled to get behind it “Please get away from me” Austin pressed his brows together, this tormented child. Sadly, it was what he had been expecting. “We’re not here to get money, we’re your parents” the world stopped, and she hugged her bag close tears formed in her eyes. “Don’t, that’s just a cruel thing to say, who put you up to this?” she wanted to know, not believing it one bit. “Who put you up to it!?” she shouted feeling how power was drawn into her body, making the ground underneath them shake.

Tormented, scared, alone. Just three of the things she saw when she looked at how panicked her daughter looked, magic out of control, who could judge her for it - no one had ever taught her, and it wasn't like her bloodline was anything but strong. The vampire and the witch side both so strong, she had struggled with this herself. "No one put us up to this," she breathed out calming herself down. "Breath, okay - your magic is all over the place," her voice spoke rather calm, taking a smaller yet deeper breath in, if she just got close enough she could siphon some of her daughter's magic, make it easier to hold, but she also did not want to overwhelm her. It was hard, yet another state of feeling powerless, the only perks for Primrose and that state was that she was awfully used to it by now - not being able to do anything. "But it's true, we are your parents - and we were hoping that maybe you would like to talk - if you want, you don't have to do anything, or make up your mind right now," she took another and longer pained breath in, feeling her heart beat just a little bit faster, of course she was nervous. Her daughter was an adult now, she could make her own choices, "but we are right here. We are just sorry it took us so long to find you." This wouldn't change anything in the past, nothing in the past could be changed, he knew that - otherwise she would have done so long ago, and she would have figured out a way for this not to have happened - found a way that they could all have been together without this trauma of loss. Without having to go through this very thing they endured right now, the not knowing where this would go. And she wasn't sure how she would take the rejection that could follow ahead, but she had to be prepared it could happen.

“So easy for you to say” she complained but did as she was told and took in deep breaths of air. Hoping it might be able to calm her down, not that it did. Because she still couldn’t believe it. Her mother kept talking. And even though that she wanted nothing more than to believe her. But it was hard. Especially when she had felt she had been so close to a family, and always been disappointed one way or another. Her lips pulled back and started to quiver as tears started to roll down her cheeks. Now she knew that she was reacting so fiercely because she knew, she knew they were right. How else would she be able to explain the draw towards the woman? She could feel how alike they were, and she had never met anyone that had felt like that. She had no idea if it was the aura, maybe it was the smell?

“Prove it, prove it” she demanded, and Austin found the file that documented the DNA that had been submitted because Violet had been incarcerated. He had run it against himself, and it was as close of a match that one could get. Before he could hand it to her, it had disappeared and reappeared in his daughters’ arms that started reading it through. As soon as Violet read the part of the DNA she looked up, the file fell to the ground. But why now? How had they even found her? What if they didn’t want her. She was a mess, a horrible human being that brought nothing but pain and suffering. “You don’t want me” she shook her head taking another step back. “Of course, we want you, we've used every hour I could spare to find you” Austin tried to explain and walked towards her. At this point it was outright sobbing that was happening from. “It’s okay, we are just here to help you” he whispered, and he got to take her arm. But as he did Violet’s entire body stiffen as she went into a cramp stance almost before starting to shake because of a seizure hitting her. The bench before them started crackling as something was pressing it together like a tin can. “Prim!?” Austin shouted quite shocked as he fell down on his knees with their daughter in his arms.

Prove it. It was always about the proving something, and for a moment she was lost. Because she could pull some magical strings, but she wasn't sure if it was even allowed to do outside of the academy. How Austin had her dna she wasn't sure, but then again, she also knew how devoted that Austin had been in finding her, and wouldn't have done anything less than be completely sure before doing anything. Primrose narrowed her eyes a little as Violet used a spell to get the files in her arms, making her tilt her head a little bit to the side.  The file fell the ground. You don’t want me, the words stung, and she didn't want anything else than to comfort her, assure her that of course they wanted her. There was nothing bad Violet could have done that couldn't be forgiven, not in the eyes of Prim. But everything went down as Austin touched Violet's arm, Primrose wished she had had time to tell him to wait. Mostly because she knew what it was like being touched if you didn't feel secure - and as far, she did take very percussion before actually doing anything. That was at least till Violet starting seizuring.

For a brief moment, Primrose froze, just a moment as Austin and Violet moved to the ground, but it was the sound of Austin that reminded her it was time to act. So, she rushed down to her knees, and placed her hand on Violet's upper arm before she started absorbing a good part of her magic. It was always tricky with them - because their vampire side always generated more magic to use. Like living bombs, it was seen on her darkened Primrose's veins looked the more of the magic she took in, mumbling a little spell, to lock it in - not that it would last long, not with her daughter being what they were - but even a spell like that could benefit just for the minutes it would hold. Now, they were at least save from the chaotic magic, Violet was safe from hurting herself regarding it. "We got you," she breathed out and took a deeper breath in. Keeping herself as calm as she possible could, waiting a little to see how she would take it not having to focus on keeping herself in control - if it even helped.

Austin looked absolutely petrified as he watched how his daughter kept shaking in his arms, how her fingers bend out of shape and her face pulled in a painful yet stoic grimace. How many times had she gone through this without knowing what to do? Misdiagnosed because humans had no idea what caused this. He looked at Prim as she started draw out the magic from their daughter into herself. Putting a lid on it. The compressing of the bench stopped, so did the shaking ground underneath them. He breathed out as Violet’s body relaxed in his arms but drained from energy the girl kept her eyes closed and it was clear that she had passed out. He looked towards Prim, now this hadn’t really been how he had hoped their reunion would go. But it could have been much worse. “Are you okay?” he asked, knowing that it was a lot to take so much chaotic energy into one’s body. He exhaled looking down at their sleeping daughter. “Well, we need to move her somewhere” he looked around “If we are getting reported and cops send after us, it’s always something that you are detective” he gave her a trying smile, knowing this wasn’t really the time to joke. But really, everything about this situation was bizarre. “We can go to my place, I have more than enough room” he explained and picked up the very, to light, body. As he turned around his eyes widen. The steal bench was completely crumbled as if it had just been made out of paper. “There shouldn’t be so much power in a twenty-one-year-old” he breathed flabbergasted. Not really thinking about the family tree that lived in that young girl. Him being such an old fallen, but still created angel. Primrose being the product of one of the first pureblood vampires and a witch from a very strong line of witches.

She exhaled a little, not she wasn't okay, "I've taken worse," Primrose took a deeper breath in, as her eyes moved towards their now sleeping daughter. But at least this gave Primrose a few tricks she wanted to teach Violet in the future. However, Austin was right, they needed to get her somewhere else. Primrose managed to chuckle a little, even if now wasn't the time to humor up, she appreciated the small sense of comic relief in these intense situations. Primrose knew they could risk getting reported for kidnapping, in the case she just hoped they send Romeo or Davidson after their asses, at least the two of them would have easier understanding what was going on. Which just reminded her that she needed to catch up with her old friends. Primrose exhaled and nodded, so he had a place in town, she wondered where for a moment. However, as he said - it did have plenty of room, and her apartment wasn't a lot of space for an outburst of magical energy. Chaotic or not. She got up on her feet, versing a spell to make the bench unfold, at least she could put her daughter's magic to some use before it would threaten to eat her up alive. "It's not about the amount of power, as it is the lack of knowledge and understanding about her heritage."

Primrose looked towards their daughter again. She had always found comfort in the fact that she could at least understand their child if she was to turn out like her. Because despite Primrose had grown up with family that wanted nothing but the best of her, they had never quite been able to understand just how everything worked. However, Primrose had no idea how Austin's genes would have affected her, but what she did know, was that it couldn't and wasn't easy on the young girl. "Let's get her out of here," Primrose then breathed out and walked towards the car.

Austin nodded when Prim corrected her that it wasn’t about the power. But the fact that she didn’t know how to utilize it. Just like her, he had no idea how his own heritage could affect Violet. “Yes, let us” he mumbled and pulled the sleeping daughter in his arms a little closer, so he was holding her a little more comfortable as they walked towards the car. As it was still open, he motioned Primrose to open the door in the back so he could put Violet in there. Being responsible he fastened the seatbelt. But in a way he could make sure that she could also lie down in the backseat.  When he was done, he let out a long sigh looking at theid daughter. Twenty-one years, that was how long it had taken before they had found her. Now of course she was immortal just like her parents. But it was still a long time being traumatized and he was very scared about the fact that they might be too late. He closed the door, and before Prim could sit into the car, he took her hand and pulled her into an embrace. Being selfish, as he needed it. He didn’t say anything, before letting her go again, placing a soft kiss towards her temple.

It took a while before they drove up to his residence in moonlight falls, Amena, Sea Road nr. 26. A beautiful modern house, which was very opposite the estate that he had up north. To be fair, he had needed something different. And this had been on the marked for a very good price. Using the remote in the car he opened for the garage and drove in. “Welcome to my place” he said with a soft smile and stepped out of the car, and walked around it to take Violet out of it and walked into the house from the garage. “I’m just going to put her in one of the bedrooms” he told “hungry or anything?” he asked, while walking to the bedroom that was nearest them.

It was surreal, watching Austin holding their daughter in his arms. There was almost a bit of jealousy in her bones for not being able to hold and comfort her child, but she also was able to push the silly feeling aside, Primrose allowed herself to just stand outside and watch, letting Austin place Violet in the car. Primrose took a deeper breath in to settle her nerves, finding a small coin she used to placed some of her magic in, so it wouldn't consume her and by doing this, she kept her energies somewhat stable. She put the coin back into a pocket, she often did this, and it was highly sneaky of a siphoner to do anything like this - keeping magic close without others being able to take it unless they had the abilities to do so. Her eyes looked up as Austin came towards her and reached for her hand, pulling her into his embrace, she didn't think twice before closing her arms around him. This was tough, it was, and trading in the sea of unknown - they wouldn't know how things looked till she woke up again. This was what scared her the most, having a child taken from you, and raised by strangers - this was also what she feared most for her son, and she was still not over the fact that Henry even had thought the woman who had taken their son would be better to leave him with. Primrose put that problem to the side again, she had plenty to deal with at hand. She gave Austin a comforting smile as he kissed her temple, they would figure this out.

It was a long drive, but it had been nice. She liked driving in the passanger seat, looking at the nature they past on the way. But also the fact that they still could just talk, and she had even managed to let her heart out a little by the news of her son actually being alive - and how she was trying to figure out how to best get a hand on him. If she really was selfish for wanting her children back. Primrose stepped out of the car once parked inside the garage and nodded a bit, she liked it. Primrose followed him inside, not letting her eyes move from their daughter as they got inside, but let him go to take her to one of the bedrooms. Here Primrose allowed herself to let her eyes wonder over the rooms. When asked if hungry or thirsty it just reminded her stomach that she hadn't even had anything to eat since that late lunch Yesterday - she had been to buried in her own case to even think about dinner or breakfast. "A bit hungry," she confessed as she breathed out, running her hand through her hair.

Austin placed Violet in the bed and looked at her. “Maybe it would be best if you undressed her” he said with a smile, stepping away from the sleeping girl. Not wanting to overstep his bounds as a man, even though he was the girl’s father. Which was weird in a way, maybe it was also for the fact that he knew what had happened. He had read the file, seeing the bruises on her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Just how violent the assault had to be, to make a siphoner bruise like that. To be fair, Austin didn’t dare to think about it. Because then he wouldn’t be standing there, but a new witch hunt would begin, and he would find and kill the bastard that had done it to his daughter. “I’ll make us some food” he said with a soft smile as he walked out of the room towards the kitchen and started taking out different groceries. Having a lot of time on his hands, he had used so much time in eating healthy and working out. Mostly because it took his mind of things. Especially after he had met Elena again, it had really kicked him to his knees.

Primrose nodded a bit, "yeah, might be," she breathed out walking into the bedroom. She nodding a bit as Austin said he would make them something to eat, making Primrose standing alone with their daughter in the bedroom. It was weird being able to look at her, and she stepped towards the bed, before undressing her so it would at least be comfortable waking up. And took the blanket and tugged her in. Primrose folded the other clothing, so it was by the bedside whenever she woke up. There was nothing worse than feeling like your personal space had been ruined, fear was not to mess with. It took hard and focused work to even start working through your traumas. Primrose sat down by the bed for a moment, just looking at Violet, not able to resist just letting the back of her hand gently brush against the soft skin on her daughter's cheek. How she wished the had done more, even through she knew she had tried most, and Austin had tried with every fiber in his body - it hadn't worked, nothing had worked. And sadly it had been enough to tear them apart in the end, something she sitting right here could feel herself feeling guilty about. "We got you," she whispered as she removed her hand once again taking in an even deeper breath before slowly getting up from the bed again, and took a few steps away. It was hard to walk away, maybe a part of her was afraid that if she left, that when she looked back - she would be gone again. Primrose moved towards the door standing there for a moment just looking at her and Austin's sleeping child.

Violet only moved when she felt the warmth of the blanket around her, and a hand gliding over her cheek. A soft hum of appreciation left her, not that she was awake, but it still stirred something in her. Especially the words that someone got her, brought her a sense of calm and trust that she was in a safe place. At least until she would wake up and see she wasn’t at home in her bed.

Austin looked over his shoulder from the pan as Prim entered the kitchen. “Everything okay?” he asked giving her a soft smile and then nodded towards the kitchen island where a glass of white wine was standing “Now I know it’s still a little early, but, I was in need of a glass and took the liberty to pour you one as well” he said with a smile “I’m making some scramble eggs and salmon, hope that’s is okay” he then added turning towards the pan once more, making sure nothing would burn. Now he was tempted to hear more about this business with her son, and the fact that she now knew someone had him. At first, he thought better off it, but couldn’t help himself in the end. “Do you think it’s the same woman?” he asked turning towards her once again “the same woman that took Madelaine and Violet, could be the one that took your son?” he was very aware about how she took his answer, but he had to know, because then – even if it wasn’t his child. He would like to help, with in any capacity he could and she wanted him too.

Primrose exhaled as Austin asked if she was alright, "a mix between extreme gratitude and worry - but I think I have learned to hang on by now," she chuckled a little before following his eyes to the glass of wine. "Yas please," Primrose exhaled before walking over to take the glass, and took a smaller sip closing her eyes. Just what her nerves needed. The lovely smell of food made her stomach make clear it was hungry, making Primrose laugh a little. "My stomach clearly think its alright," she lifted the glass up and took a smaller sip before placing the glass back on the counter.

She folded her lips a little by his question, at first not picking up what he meant, but she quickly followed up on what he was asking her. "I mean there is a chance, I have the files at my place some photos I found, maybe we can identify her -" she did already know it was the same woman in the pictures as the one who had taken her son. That face was hard to forget, but maybe she had looked at it wrong, "I would have to run the pictures by Daisy as well, Nigel if there is any shot at coming in contact with him at the moment," she did as a matter of fact not know that they had found Madelaine, or that Nigel was back and settling in town. Right now if this was the case, and it was the same person, most likely a witch who had done this, taken the children - she was very happy that the second time only had happened to her and not Daisy, because Daisy had already suffered so much from almost losing Katelyn. The thought of her actually having gotten back hope for everything to happen once again, she shook her head a little by that thought. It was an awful thing that had happened to both of them. "Honestly, no matter what. When I find her, I'm not sure I can do anything than make her pay the price for what she has done," Primrose confessed and shook her head a little. It was a rather dark thought, but she had been so angry, scared and powerless for so long, and she was done feeling like that.

He nodded slowly and took of the fish to make it rest. Then he started whisking the eggs while she talked and thought things through. But when she told him that she wouldn’t be able to refrain from making her pay the price for what she had done. He turned towards her and put the whisked egg away. “Prim” he whispered, as he took a step towards her. For a moment he was debating whether he should do it or not. But then he took her face in both his hands and made her look at him. “I’m not going to pretend that I understand what you have been going through, because no pain is the same, and that you had to do it all over again” he whispered, letting his thump glide over her cheek. “But revenge, will not bring back the lost years, making her feel your pain will not heal you” he whispered “But finding your little boy, spending time with your daughter – that will heal you, not bring back time, or close the wound completely, but it will help” he kept on going, knowing it was hard to hear. But he had once been an angel of the lord, he even though fallen, and even though he had given up hope ever restoring his grace. Could not condone the revenge she was talking about.