Eli: Hi all! This story takes too close to home, so I hope you enjoy it. And so you know, Eli is my self given name that I decided to give some of my characters. Here's chap 2.

-The Next Day-

"Oh God! That man is a demon!" Blake collapsed onto his bed. He had just spent the day meeting boring, rich friends of Irons. And more than one old couple had tried to set him up with a niece or granddaughter of theirs. He had to use every self control method he knew of to keep from grabbing one of the swords off the wall and killing everyone there. (Except Ian, who was able to sneak him out of the meetings and parties for an hour or two. Irons had caught them in the gym sparring and forced Blake back to the current party happening.)

"Stupid superficial old man! Insulting Mrs. Ellison and all." Mrs. Ellison had come to say good-bye to Blake and he had told her to get off his property. He then had simply told Blake "That woman sends her farewell."

"If he thinks I'm gonna put up with this, he's got another thing coming." Blake then got off his bed and grabbed his bags. (He thanked God he only had brought two bags with him.) He then silently opened and closed his door and the proceeded on towards the front door. He was about to turn the corner when he heard a voice from behind him.

"By the time you make it to the front door, I would all ready have put on the security bolts, informed the guards in the front you were trying to leave, and still have time to knock you out from behind. So don't waste time and just go back to your room."

"You're a very organized man, Ian."

"It comes with my training."

"How did you know.?"

"That you were going to run away? Simple. Both I and your father tried to run away after our first day here. Tried the same exit, too."

"He did the same thing to you guys?"

"No, he did much worst."

"What could be worst than this?"

"Well, he made us wear suits and we had to dance with girls."

"That's not so bad."

"We were both five."

"Oh, you were at your girls are the devil stage."

"Some girl slapped me because I stepped on her foot and everyone just laughed at me. Then your father got bitten by this other girl because he wouldn't dance with her."

"That's cruel and unusual."

"That's why we tried to run away."

"Obviously that attempt failed. Did you guys ever try again?"

"We were both beaten because of it and didn't risk getting beaten for that reason again."

"Why are you still with him? I've seen how he treats you. Why do you put up with it?"

"I know nothing else. He is my family."

"Family? How are you related to him?"

"He's my father. I was your father's half brother."

"Did my father know that?"

"No."

"Wait; doesn't that make you my uncle?"

"In a way, yes." Blake started to laugh. "Can I call you that?"

"Call me what?"

"Uncle Ian." Ian strained to keep from laughing too. "You can, but I doubt Irons would approve."

"Screw him, then."

"It's late. Go back to bed and I'll see you in the morning."

"All right." Blake headed back towards his room. "Good-night, Uncle Ian." Blake started to laugh again. Ian just shook his head. "Good-night, Blake."

-Two weeks later-

The guard had just settled in his post when he saw a figure approaching. "Halt. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Hey dude, could you open the gate for me?" The girl looked straight into his eyes and he suddenly felt the dire need to help this girl out. "Yeah, of course." He pulled the lever and let her come through. She smiled at him. "Thanks." He then went back to his post feeling surprisingly happy for someone who had just done something that could cost him his job.

She made her way towards the huge mansion. There was another guard at the front door. "Hey, kid! What you doin' here? Go away before I call your mommy!" She simply looked at him. He started to cry, and then got out his cell phone and called up his mom. "Mom? I'm so sorry I never call." The girl then took the keys from the guard's side and opened the door. She handed the keys back to the sobbing guard. "Send your mother my greetings."

She silently moved about the mansion, unknowing that a certain man in black was following her. She wasn't a thief and she didn't look or acted like an assassin out on a hit. So Ian simply followed her to see what she wanted before he knocked her out. After about ten minutes, she suddenly stopped in front of a door. Blake's room. She silently opened the door. Blake had fallen asleep with the light on. The girl looked at him a minute and then stepped into the room. Ian finally got a good glimpse of what she looked liked. She had brown eyes and dark brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. She was about 5'3" and must have weighed around 130 pounds. She had on khaki pants and a gray sweat shirt and was carrying a green duffle bag. She dropped the bag to the floor and sat down on the bed next to Blake. She gently caressed the side of his face.

"Hey, white boy. The KKK has come to claim you as their own."

Blake began to wake up. "What?" He mumbled. The girl just shook her head. "Wake up. You have a racist hanging to go to." He opened his eyes and sat up.

"Eli!" He wrapped his arms around her.

"The one and only." She returned the hug. "Did you miss me?"

"Does the earth miss the sun?"

"Very smooth answer. You're pretty fly for a white guy."

"Yeah, I know." He pulled her closer to him and they began to kiss. Ian let them go for a while before entering the room with a sly smile. "Am I interrupting something?" Eli and Blake turned towards him looking slightly embarrassed.

"You truly have perfect timing."

"Again, it comes with the training. Are you going to introduce me to your other half?"

"Oh yeah. Uncle Ian, this is Eli Carver."

She nodded her head slightly. "Sup?"

"Nice to meet you, Miss Carver."

"Eli, if you don't mind." She turned back to Blake. "I didn't know you had an uncle."

"About three weeks ago, neither did I."

"Did I miss a Jerry Springer moment?

"Yeah, sorry. Maybe you'll get lucky and I have a twin somewhere for the next show."

"I don't mean to interrupt but we still have the matter of how your angel got here. I am guessing she ran from heaven?"

"No, actually heaven burned down and the soul waiting to be resurrected got to go free."

"What?"

"I spent the night at Holly's house and when I returned home, my father had burned the place down with him and my mom still in it."

"So what did you do?"

"Collected everything in my room that wasn't charred, and then with help from Mrs. Ellison, I came here."

"What about the rest of your family?"

"I'll deal with them later. I rather not hear them argue about who is stuck with me."

"So you're free now?"

"Yep." They embraced each other again. Ian looked at them with confusion.

"For a girl who has just lost her parents, you seem surprisingly up beat."

"They weren't my parents. They were just the people I was born to."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"No, parents actually give a damn about their kids." She tightened her grip on Blake. "And they don't push their kids into depression." He pulled her closer to him and mouthed the words "change subject" to Ian over her shoulder. Ian nodded his head.

"So, I guess you'll be spending the night with us then."

"Yeah, is that all right?"

"Of course. Shall I show you to another room?"

"Nah. Eli and I can share a room." Ian looked at them suspiciously. "Can you now?"

"Don't worry. Virgins here and we mean to keep it that way."

"Yeah." Ian nodded. "All right, I trust you. Good night, Blake. Good night, Eli."

"Good night, Uncle Ian."

"Night, Blake's Uncle Ian." Ian smiled as he shut the door and went off to check up on his own lady.

-Next day-

"Ian?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Will you go fetch my grandson?"

"I'll go now, sir."

"And Ian?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Bring his little friend as well."

"Yes, sir."

Ian walked down to Blake's room and knocked on the door. Since he heard no reply, he opened the door. Blake and Eli were asleep under the covers. Contrary to what he had been told last night, they were in a very controversial scene. "Blake? Eli? Wake up!" They just slept on. "Great" Ian thought to himself. "They sleep like the dead." He then picked up the end of the covers and pulled them off the bed. He was relieved to see they both had all their clothes on. Both of them stirred from the sudden coldness.

"Eli, stop hogging the covers."

"I was going to put the same comment to you." They both still had their eyes shut.

"Eli, are your eyes opened?"

"Opening now." She looked up at Ian.

"Eli, is there a tall guy dressed in black glaring at us with the covers in his hand?"

"Yeah, it's your Uncle Ian, but he's not glaring at us. He is trying to hide the fact he wants to burst out laughing."

"You sure it's Ian then? He never laughs."

"Open your eyes and look for yourself, Blake." He opened his eyes. "Your right. Good morning, Uncle Ian."

"Good morning, Blake. Your Grandfather would like to see you. Both of you."

"Damn. We're busted, Blake."

"Can he wait till we're dressed?"

"No. He wants you guys now."

"Let's get this over with. Ready, Eli?"

"As much as you are."

"Right then, let's go."



Eli: What will Irons have to say about his grandson's choice for a mate? To be continued.