Angie's most recent letters with Connor had left her uneasy. Have you heard from them? was a rather damning notion. Angie hadn't heard from them in twelve years, why would they start now? Still it had weighed on her too much for her to ignore it. Her childhood home, tucked away in the British countryside, away from any nearby towns was a thing of her nightmares for the most part. It had almost faded from memory, for all she'd worked through to forget it. Perhaps it had been selfish, to leave Connor there all by himself, but her adoptive parents had replaced her with him and she'd been seventeen and determined to start her own life. She wasn't exactly proud of that choice, but she was proud of herself, for where she'd gotten herself to now.

She still had a key, still knew exactly which roads to take to walk out to the estate that looked dark and ominous against the forest behind it. Which was probably what Rebekah and Marius had been aiming for at any rate. The closer she got, the more she could feel the years worth of pent up frustration and abandonment scratching at her chest, trying to get out. Angie had long ago put those emotions to rest, but when faced with everything from her past, right in front of her, it was hard to ignore.

Without bothering to knock, Ang let herself in with her key and was immediately distrustful of the situation. The house was deserted, no staff near the door, a layer of dust that suggested it hadn't been used. "Connor!" She called out after making her way to the bottom of the grand staircase that led up to the family rooms. "Are you here?" Ang was torn between wanting to find someone here and hoping she didn't run into her former parents. She waited a moment before starting up the stairs, heartbeat picking up as she ascended each one. "Connor?" He was really her only concern at the moment anyway.