Just Like An Angel, Your Skin Makes Me Cry

Eleanor Virginia Caroline Bell is the daughter of Gabriel and Elle Gray

To protect her, they send her back to 1993, to await her 16th birthday. But when a painting comes to light, can they afford to wait or will she be thrown in to the deadly world in which she has no hope to survive in.

Chapter One: Love will tear us apart again

Spoliers: probably up to eclipse part 1?? I have no idea...I might add stuff from volume 4....

A/N

This is my first fan fic and I am very worried, as I have no idea how this is gonna turn out and updating will be very sporadic. If this doesn't turn out well, be firm, but gentle...... oh by the way, thoughts are in italics....I hope

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Elle was never one for crying. when her mother died, she closed in on herself and her mantra became "emotions are for the weak". when she found her father sitting up in his chair, top of his head removed, she promptly forgot what she had condition herself to become and wanted to curl up and cry. But, she had reasoned, revenge would be enough. She hadn't cried on her wedding day, when she was given away by Noah. Good old glasses, always looking out for her.....well, when he wasn't trying to shoot her...Whatever. It was odd, falling in love; it was something you didn't have to be normal to do. What was stranger, Elle was finding, was that it was Sylar- Gabriel- of all people, that did this to her, made her feel this way.

"Elle, you need to say goodbye" She hated that Gabriel's voice broke, that he couldn't be strong. Then how the hell was I meant to be strong? Elle understood that this was painful for him, that he was slowly losing the iron strong grip he usally had on his human emotions, but she was past caring. "Please Elle...." He was breathing heavily, a sound that both broke her twisted heart, and anger her beyond anything she had ever felt. It was as though everything that had happened to her in the last year was crushing her, highlighting how painful this was.

"I need more time" Even Elle was surprised at the bitterness and venom the clung like glue to each syllable. She was already ashamed with herself, her emotions. After all it will only be about a year, 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 day. she gather up all the courage she could and while reciting her mantra- emotions are for the weak, emotions are for the weak- looked down at her newly born daughter. she was perfectly formed and her beautiful blue eyes where staring up at Elle. They were pleading with her, begging her to let her stay. Elle snapped her head away. "take her..." she thrust her baby at her husband, and prayed he didn't hear how husky her voice was. After all Elle didn't want to be weak.

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It was just another day in Cotham school, Bristol, England, the world, wherever. Ellie was sitting with her friends in the back of assembly, half listening to Joy division. the best thing about being in year 11, Ellie had concluded, was that you sat in the dance hall, on those god awful pull out seats and no one cared if your mind- and eyes- were else where. she heard her name being hissed from further along their row. Ellie had become the master- mistress?- of inconspicuously turning her head in to her darker that dark hair so no teacher could see her matching dark brown eyes raking over her current target

"Want any?" Ellie just grinned at her best friend in the world, Ria. It was a cretin tradition in their school that a few days before valentines day, people would send chocolate bars to the object of their affection. This year, the higher beings wanted them handed out during assembly, this assembly. Ellie had no illusions that she would get anything. Most of the boys in her year though she had ' the eyes of a serial killer'. She had no clue who her real parents were. She thought it was cool that they could be psychotic murderers with super powers, like in those comics. But, realistically, they where probably boring as hell, probably -Shudder- Investment Bankers.

"Ellie Bell?" wh-what??. A sketty girl dressed as 'Cupid'- Ellie doubted Cupid wore a skirt that resembled a belt- had called out for Ellie, and was looking around expectantly. Ellie, was startled, after all, who had the raw guts? She let her 'killer' eyes travel over every face turned her way. No, no, lord I hope not... She noticed that Olly McCartney looked hastily away. Ah ha gottcha. Ellie took in a deep breath and raised her hand in what she hoped was a sexy, devil-may-care way. But, of course, she probably looked like some kinda bogeyman. 'Cupid' came running- wiggling- up the stairs towards her and thrust the chocolate bar at her. "not that you need it". That sketty bioatch!! At 5'2 and a size 8, Ellie was really, really skinny!! Gahh.... Ellie looked down at the card that simply read 'My heart is your'. fair enough.

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"You have to go! You can't just let her die!" Elle was hysterical, and she was beyond caring how weak she looked. "Gabriel, Peter, please. If you don't....you've seen the painting. Please"

"How Elle? Sure we could teleport, Then what? 'oh hey, umm you have super powers and I'm your father. Oh there's no time to catch up as some psychos on his way to kill you'. Yeah Elle, Really see that happening." Gabriel shouldn't have been surprised when she electrocuted him, shouldn't have been surprised she went far enough to kill him. But, he supposed, as his skin started to knit back together, he was getting sloppy. He briefly wondered why his brother hadn't said anything to back him up. "Pete?". Gabriel got up and stared at Peter , who was transfixed by the disturbing painting that they had been sent this morning

"We need to do this" It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Pete..."

"Don't Pete me! if you won't help, I can go alone. I'm strong enough, now I have my powers back"

"We don't need to go!"

"Your scared shitless aren't you? You're so scared that you'll lose her. After all, even if you save her this time, They will keep on coming" Elle had started to sob quietly, and it broke Gabriel's heart, it made his mind up for him

"Fine, we'll do it your way" Peter grabbed at Gabriel's hand and smiled a sad smile at Elle

"Don't worry, we'll get her back. I promise" Elle nodded, not meeting anyone's eyes. She waited until she heard the tell tail sound of teleportation to collapse in to a chair.

On the table, a place Elle's worried eyes refused to move from, was a painting of a young girl, with darker that dark hair and matching brown eyes, a girl wearing a uniform for Cotham school, Bristol, England, the world. The girl was lying in a pool of her own blood, with her ripped out throat lying next to her. it was a chilling sight, seeing Eleanor Bell, her daughter, dead. Elle didn't want to dwell. After all, didn't a wise person- Pom-Poms??- once say that the future was not written in stone?

A/N

You like? Please tell me what you thought as I am very biased. In case you wondered, the title of the story are Radiohead lyrics from the song Creep. the chapter name is a Joy division song.

Oh also when I said that size 8= skinny I meant English 8 which, I think, is like American size 4? whatever but if you likee updating will be hectic as GCSEs are like 2 months away