Author: Candika
Summery: Ever since a child, Wesley had sworn to protect the only girl he
had ever truly loved. Sweet and innocent Elizabeth, his only younger
sister.
He promised that he would always be there for her and protect her from all
the wrongs of the world, but the one time when she needed him the most he
wasn't there.
Spoilers: Near end of season 1.
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Elizabeth
The frail looking girl gazed up at the large building in front of her. Glancing back down at the creased paper in her left hand she confirmed that she was at the right address. Sighing she limped towards the towering doors and stepped over the threshold and in to the Hyperian Hotel. The grand foyer was dark and deserted. Swallowing nervously she walked further into the darkness, her footfalls were silent against the cool marble floor. The silence was deafening and a lone tear slipped from her open blue eye as the gazed around into the intimidating shadows. She never used to be afraid of the dark.
Angel followed the sound of a heartbeat to the foyer of the Hotel. At first he has assumed it would have been either Wesley or Cordelia but as he neared closer he realised that the scent was different. Angel frowned as he stalked silently through the shadows; he could detect the faint smell of old blood and something else. But on top of that there was something more familiar about the scent but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Shaking his head he neared the darkened Foyer and stopped when he saw the shiloet of a young girl. Her head was bent towards the ground, blonde hair cascading around her face and shoulders. He silently noted the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily; her posture was strained as though she was in pain and about to fall over with exhaustion. Her clothes were rumpled and torn in places and the smell of fear overpowered his senses.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth and took a deep calming breath before raising her head again. Pull yourself together girl, she scalded herself. Straitening her shoulders, she ignored the slight pain that followed, standing tall she called out into the darkness. "H-hello is a-anyone t-t-th-here?" she silently cursed herself for the tremor that crept into her voice. She had to be strong when she faced him, it would not hold well is she showed her weakness.
"Hi, can I help you?" Angel called out to her as he stepped out of the shadows. Elizabeth jumped slightly and brought a hand to her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he spoke more calmly and reassuringly as he stepped further away from the shadows and nearer the light.
Elizabeth took a few deep calming breaths as she pulled her hand away from her lips allowing her to speak. "It's ok, y-you j-just startled me. I w-was w-wondering I-if you could h-help me" she took another deep breath before she started to talk again. Her voice sounding stronger and more confident "I'm looking for Wesley Price"
Angle was saved the job of answering as a loud crash and a mumbled "Bloody hell" came from the Hotel door. The lights flickered on revealing a rumpled Wesley with the contents of a box scattered around his feet.
Wesley was not in a good mood. He had woke up to find out that he had slept in an extra two hours, the hot water had run out at his apartment in the middle of taking a shower. He also wasn't able to find the notes he had made on a really old Keroff demon that had been terrorising the streets of LA. Then he had been stuck in traffic for half an hour only to finally arrive at work two and a half hours late and drop the fragile box he had been carrying all over the Hyperian Hotel floor. In Wesley's opinion life couldn't get anymore worse.
Elizabeth stood and gaped at the British man kneeling on the floor. He had changed so much in the three years that they had been apart. She silently noted his rumpled appearance but doubted that he looked any worse than she did. Tears flew freely from her eyes and a strangled sob erupted from her throat. She knew that the dark hared man was watching her and that she should call out to Wesley but she found her legs unable to move and her voice to constricted to make any form of sound.
Upon hearing the strangled sob, Wesley quickly raised his eyes to find the owner, when he saw whom it was his eyes rounded and he took a deep gasp of shock. No it couldn't be. His mind whispered, but he knew in his heart that it was. Standing up in one fluid motion he whispered "Bloody Hell Elizabeth, What in God's name happened to you . . ."
"Wes . . ." Elizabeth croaked out just before her mind give into the deep exhaustion that had been threatening to take over her body for the last 6 hours. Deep down she knew as the darkness surrounded her mind that she didn't need to fight anymore. Everything would be all right.
Wesley barley heard his name escape her lips as he ran to her side just in time to catch her, as she collapsed to the ground. He looked down at the abused and broken body of the girl he had always sworn to protect and felt tears of anguish slip down his ashen face. He had failed again.
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Elizabeth
The frail looking girl gazed up at the large building in front of her. Glancing back down at the creased paper in her left hand she confirmed that she was at the right address. Sighing she limped towards the towering doors and stepped over the threshold and in to the Hyperian Hotel. The grand foyer was dark and deserted. Swallowing nervously she walked further into the darkness, her footfalls were silent against the cool marble floor. The silence was deafening and a lone tear slipped from her open blue eye as the gazed around into the intimidating shadows. She never used to be afraid of the dark.
Angel followed the sound of a heartbeat to the foyer of the Hotel. At first he has assumed it would have been either Wesley or Cordelia but as he neared closer he realised that the scent was different. Angel frowned as he stalked silently through the shadows; he could detect the faint smell of old blood and something else. But on top of that there was something more familiar about the scent but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Shaking his head he neared the darkened Foyer and stopped when he saw the shiloet of a young girl. Her head was bent towards the ground, blonde hair cascading around her face and shoulders. He silently noted the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily; her posture was strained as though she was in pain and about to fall over with exhaustion. Her clothes were rumpled and torn in places and the smell of fear overpowered his senses.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth and took a deep calming breath before raising her head again. Pull yourself together girl, she scalded herself. Straitening her shoulders, she ignored the slight pain that followed, standing tall she called out into the darkness. "H-hello is a-anyone t-t-th-here?" she silently cursed herself for the tremor that crept into her voice. She had to be strong when she faced him, it would not hold well is she showed her weakness.
"Hi, can I help you?" Angel called out to her as he stepped out of the shadows. Elizabeth jumped slightly and brought a hand to her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he spoke more calmly and reassuringly as he stepped further away from the shadows and nearer the light.
Elizabeth took a few deep calming breaths as she pulled her hand away from her lips allowing her to speak. "It's ok, y-you j-just startled me. I w-was w-wondering I-if you could h-help me" she took another deep breath before she started to talk again. Her voice sounding stronger and more confident "I'm looking for Wesley Price"
Angle was saved the job of answering as a loud crash and a mumbled "Bloody hell" came from the Hotel door. The lights flickered on revealing a rumpled Wesley with the contents of a box scattered around his feet.
Wesley was not in a good mood. He had woke up to find out that he had slept in an extra two hours, the hot water had run out at his apartment in the middle of taking a shower. He also wasn't able to find the notes he had made on a really old Keroff demon that had been terrorising the streets of LA. Then he had been stuck in traffic for half an hour only to finally arrive at work two and a half hours late and drop the fragile box he had been carrying all over the Hyperian Hotel floor. In Wesley's opinion life couldn't get anymore worse.
Elizabeth stood and gaped at the British man kneeling on the floor. He had changed so much in the three years that they had been apart. She silently noted his rumpled appearance but doubted that he looked any worse than she did. Tears flew freely from her eyes and a strangled sob erupted from her throat. She knew that the dark hared man was watching her and that she should call out to Wesley but she found her legs unable to move and her voice to constricted to make any form of sound.
Upon hearing the strangled sob, Wesley quickly raised his eyes to find the owner, when he saw whom it was his eyes rounded and he took a deep gasp of shock. No it couldn't be. His mind whispered, but he knew in his heart that it was. Standing up in one fluid motion he whispered "Bloody Hell Elizabeth, What in God's name happened to you . . ."
"Wes . . ." Elizabeth croaked out just before her mind give into the deep exhaustion that had been threatening to take over her body for the last 6 hours. Deep down she knew as the darkness surrounded her mind that she didn't need to fight anymore. Everything would be all right.
Wesley barley heard his name escape her lips as he ran to her side just in time to catch her, as she collapsed to the ground. He looked down at the abused and broken body of the girl he had always sworn to protect and felt tears of anguish slip down his ashen face. He had failed again.